Someone yelled in an adrenaline fueled panic, “They’re coming up the stairs!” Backpack guy, that was his cue. He climbed onto the ledge, looked down 58 stories, and leapt off.
“Jesus!” someone exclaimed, and we all leaned over to look. By the time my eyes found him his chute was open; one of those ram-air ones. Apparently he’d never really learned to steer it, because he slammed into the side of the building and then plummeted to the ground, where the undead masses converged to consume what was left.
“Serves him right,” offered Carl from Accounting. “‘Be prepared’, my ass.”