Locked Down
Another bubble popping made a loud crack through the cafeteria. The echoing made his hair stand on end and he looked around and then laughed at himself. He was giving himself the heebie-jeebies for nothing. Then he heard it, a long, low whistle. It was in the distance but still clear as day. His blood ran cold, he wasn’t alone. Quickening his step, Shane made his way to the exit and rattled at the door. Locked. How in the hell could he leave? He tried another door. And another. The...