The ladder was slick with moisture and something darker. He didn't think about it. Up, up, up. His arms burned. His lungs ached from the thin, poisoned air.
The kid ran.
A roar echoed from below. The purge had started early. The creatures were coming. Deadzone Classic Script
He didn't need to survive. He just needed to buy time. The ladder was slick with moisture and something darker
"The broadcast. It's coordinates. A way out. North. Past the dead forest. No gas. No infection." Deadzone Classic Script