Suffocating.

I think hes suffocating. I scream to try get the others - or wake him up or something but it doesn't work!

I slam myself against my door over and over and over, shoulder bruising-

But its blocked shut. Black leaking from the seams, engulfing everything.

"LOGAN! ROMAN! PATTON THOMAS!?" I scream myself horse "ANYONE?!" My heart is thumping in my throat, blocking up my vocal cords more.

The ceiling creaks, my heart rate quickens.

We're really dying aren't we? The bundle of fur on my bed squweeks quietly. Megsy knows too. I scoup up the little kitten, and shriek again.

"HELP PLEASE! PLEASE!"

Cracks weave across the ceiling. Oh god is it up there two!? I shove megsy in the cat pouch and zip it as closed as it goes. She doesn't even poke her head out. But she's shaking, so am I.

We're going to die.

the ceiling starts crumbling, i double over, shielding Megsy, expecting to feel the slime drown over the both of us...

To feel a pair of hands wrap under my shoulders and drag me upwards.

Scaled hands.