The silence was broken by a hollow rattle, an empty pop can hitting the floor. James imagined the heads of the unknown beings tracking the sound, just before he heard the thumping of their toeless feet on the tile floor.
Abandoning silence, he swore and fled the cafeteria, which opened into a many-doored corridor before terminating in reception, and briefly hoped his own footfalls would be masked by the nearing thuds of his pursuers.
He scrambled through the waiting area, careening off the front desk before finding himself before the front door, his way blocked by a freakish humanoid.
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