Necropolis

A high pitch squeal fills the elevator shaft as the breaks desperately try to grip down and stop the cart. With a slight lunge it comes to a grinding halt.

You wait for it. The sound of bending metal echoes at your feet. Before you can think how many floors it is down it hits rock bottom, bringing you to your knees and your head against the handrail. Quicker than you can say, "Fuck!" the head trauma puts you down for the count.