Zombie Drabble #217 “Between Floors”

“How long has it been, anyway?”

“Not sure. Three, four hours.”

“Man, this fuckin’ sucks. Shouldn’t security have come by now? Or the fire department? Hey! Hey!” He pounded on the doors hard enough to make the entire elevator rock.

“Listen, can you… I don’t feel so well, could you not…”

“Yeah, hey, sorry man. Yeah you’re looking pretty pale.”

“I think,” the businessman managed to say, “I’m going to… lie down for a while. Wake me if we get rescued.”

“Yeah, okay. It’s Sunday, though, man, it might be a while.”

“Yeah.” It was the businessman’s last intelligible response.

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