One by one the young men flew through the doors, casting nervous glances behind them. The creatures were catching up. Isaac didn't dare look, but he could hear the slap of shoeless and tattered feet on the pavement, the guttural moans of the hungry. Scotty barreled into the theater a few feet in front of him, barely stopping to hold the door. Isaac caught the edge and threw it open, darting in behind him. Once inside, he kept running. There was no time to secure the entrance. They'd entered a lobby, and the forerunners of Scotty's group were charging through the carpeted room, making their way to the opposite side. The theater was dim and menacing—the only light provided by the windows at his back. Life-sized cardboard cutouts were strewn across the floor, remnants of movie releases that would probably never happen. "This way!" someone shouted from ahead. Isaac couldn't see the speaker, but he followed the voice. The theater lobby had become almost black. He heard the creatures pummel the glass behind him, searching for the door handle.
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