I turn and glance wildly behind me. The door is still shut. I glance back at him and see him trying to struggle to his feet, shock and surprise oddly shutting off his movement facilities.

I seize the chance and back up more until I feel the cold metal of the door against my back.

I cannot go any further.

Cold metal blocks the way out.

He notices that I noticed. And grins while wiping spittle from the corner of his mouth.

He stands.

I press my back against the cold door and try to push will all my might. All my strength into my back.

He takes a step forward. 

I push.

He takes another step forward.

And I suddenly lose resistance behind me and fall, with a burst, into the light of the dim junkyard lit by a single street lamp.

A voice and an arm catch me before I hit the ground.

“My, my. What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time, Senpai?"