They closed off the third floor when a pair of old brown shoe were found in the middle of the hallway. The last office they appeared in looked like a scene from a zombie movie before the end of the day. I head that the bodies were so brutalised they had to piece them together limb-by-limb and even then there were parts missing.
Management have started talking about acceptable losses - the staff who were on the floor last night and earlier this morning I assume. Sharon from HR says that when she was walking in from the carpark she saw bloody handprints all over the windows up there and someone was banging on the glass without making a sound.
I know she's lying though - I've been watching the livestream from the security room on the third floor. Someone's still alive in there and they're making sure people know what's going on. So far we've seen the shoes walking about the place like there was someone actually there and all the AC vents are leaking.
Whoever's up there keeps zooming in on the vents, showing limbs and faces all broken and mashed in there like a child trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, only they're trying to fit an entire person into a small AC vent... badly.
The chat's been going crazy asking for the names of everyone on the third floor, asking for close-ups of the vents, calling it all fake like they have any idea what's happening from their safe and comfy homes while the main doors to the building get locked with us all inside.
Nobody else seems to have noticed that part but I made eye contact with the head of security while he did it. Him safely on the other side of the glass looking sad like he actually cares that he's left us all to die while he gets to go back to his family. The higher ups are with him, leaving us plebs and lower management to distract and complain to each other for now.
They don't even know that the shoes have found the stairs, door unlocked, and are heading down to meet us.
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