Fluorescent light gleamed on cold, metallic walls. The white and grey sterile corridors were freezing, as if the whole building were a giant refrigerator. There wasn’t a soul in sight.
Then a door was flung open and four figures burst out at tremendous speed: a mad-looking man in a tattered coat and scarf and three scientists in lab coats.
“Shut the door!” the man yelled. “Quickly!”
But the last scientist wasn’t quick enough. A black tendril ripped through the door, wrapping around him.
Everyone else ran. It was the only thing they could do.
Word Count: 94
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Amy Reese for providing the prompt photo!