The metal door looks sturdy.

How am I going to get out of this? I slip through and into an old theater.

One of many abandoned after the virus.

Should I hide or barricade or both? Barricading takes time and may not even slow them down. Hiding it is.

My gaze flies over the dusty seats, around scattered facades, and finally up to the ceiling.

This place has an old-style walkway. I can hide up there.

I quickly locate the dubious ladder to safety.

I climb slowly, not trusting each rung. My body screams to rush, but my rational mind holds firm. Better slow than to collapse this metal monstrosity.