Morgan paced the office, biting a fingernail. Rita was pale and sweaty, taking shallow breaths, but her eyes followed Morgan back and forth. Morgan had spent a minute crying after she realized the police weren’t going to come to their rescue, but she’d snapped out of it when she heard the pounding on the other side of the stairway door. Now she needed to make a plan, there wasn’t time to be hysterical.
The pounding stopped and Morgan looked up.
“What are they going to do now?” Rita asked.
“Probably going to look for another way in.” Morgan stared at the ceiling. “Is there another door?”
“Just the loading dock,” Rita said.
“I’m gonna go check it out. See if it can be reinforced.”
Rita nodded. Morgan grabbed her hammer and cell phone and went out to the hall. As she passed the operating room, there were several loud crashes. She hesitated next to the door, looking back and forth between the office and the loading area down the hall. Loud groans and snarls started up on the other side of the door. It could only mean one thing.
Morgan sped-walked back to the office.
“More of the bodies have escaped the cold lockers.”
“How is that possible?” Rita’s eyes filled with tears, but Morgan wasn’t sure if it was from the news or from her sudden movement.
“I don’t know. But I think I should barricade the door. If they can get the lockers open…it’s only a matter of time before they get out here.”
“Right…” Rita’s eyes scanned the room. “Can you move the filing cabinets? This desk is probably too heavy for one person… Or there’s a couch in the breakroom…”
“I’ll try.” Morgan grabbed the nearest filing cabinet, tilting it on its side and started to drag it down the hall.
It was slow progress, but she eventually had the three filing cabinets blocking the door to the OR. She needed to go check the loading dock before she did anything else. She’d go back for the couch later.
Morgan ran down the hall, already able to hear voices on the other side of the roll down door. Locks were secured on the chains, so it wouldn’t move easily, but it wasn’t going to keep them out forever. Morgan needed help.
Her eyes fell on a toolbox in the corner and she had an idea. She fished her phone out of her pocket and dialed her neighbor’s number.
“Hello?” Dale’s voice was thick and scratchy with sleep.
“Dale? It’s Morgan. I need your help.” Morgan retreated from the loading dock, not wanting the men outside to hear her.
“What happened? Flat tire?” Dale cleared his throat, becoming more awake.
“No, worse. Um…I really don’t know how to explain. There are bad men trying to break in to the morgue. They killed four police officers in the parking lot. No one is answering the phones at the police station when I call back…”
“Where are you now?” He was fully alert now.
“In the basement. We’ve blocked the doors, but I think they’re trying to break through the loading door now…”
“I’m on my way.”