tajonuho's version from 2015-10-28 18:11
SectionThe most important day of Leah’s life was that day; the 12th of December, 2014. Eight years of education at the most promising business school in the country; it all relied on a single interview. This interview was for an entry level position at a promising company that she and other business experts knew would soon explode into every market. Despite the hard work and effort that went into Leah’s education, she had never taken to public speaking and hated to be interviewed.
“Okay, Leah, you can do this. This is your future. You can do it,” she said as she pressed the button on the door to the elevator. The same elevator that would deliver her to her future, which would either be at the top of the most influential company in the country, or, in a restaurant waiting tables.
Leah threw her purse into the air and screamed when the two brass elevator doors opened with an ominous ding. She ran into the beautiful elevator and was greeted by a scene of mass horror. A man lay on the carpeted floor, his clothes saturated in a dark, crimson red. His face was gray and the blood looked to have been drained from his body. She bent down to examine the man, and as she reached the floor, the doors slammed shut behind her. She placed her cold fingers on his even colder neck. When she didn’t feel a pulse, she shrieked again and slowly backed away into the corner of the elevator, where she slumped down and crawled into a ball on the floor.
She felt the walls closing in. She felt for her purse at her side, but it wasn’t there. She was now panicking and began to hyperventilate. The interview that had meant so much to her less than a minute ago was now in the back of her mind. In the front of her mind, though, was her fierce regret for throwing away her only chance of getting out of that elevator; her phone.
A loud crack resonated in the air as the lights went out. The buttons in the elevator that were once illuminated went dark, leaving the room completely black. She ran over to the buttons and realized that she had forgotten to check for an emergency call button. She ran her fingers across the panel but wasn’t able to read anything in the absence of light. She remembered the watch that she had worn on her arm since she was a young girl. She groped for the button on it that illuminated the screen. The light was dim, but it produced enough glow to be able to read the buttons on the elevator. The building had twenty floors, and she could see the close and open doors button, but this elevator had no emergency call button.
Leah sulked back to the corner. She gave up and stopped crying. She knew it wasn’t going to get her anywhere. She was stuck in an elevator with a dead man and no electricity. What could be worse?
In the next instant, she looked up and heard a snap. She was lifted into the air as the elevator dropped what must have been fifteen floors. She was unaware that the building had an underground section, or at least, unaware until the elevator slammed into the ground and she dropped with a sickening thud. She cried out in pain. She hunched over and went to feel the foreign object that must have landed on her leg in the fall. When she realized that this was her own bone, she shrieked and tried to stand up, but slammed into the wall and cried out again from the pain of her fractured leg.
As Leah resigned to the fact that she probably wasn’t going to ever make it out of the elevator alive, and that she definitely wasn’t going to get the job, she began to worry about the amount of oxygen that remained in the compact elevator. She hadn’t observed any ventilation in the elevator before, and she was sure that, eventually, she was going to run out of air. She sat helplessly in the corner of the elevator, trying to conserve the limited amount of oxygen she had. The air was heavy, hot, and now silent as Leah slowed her own breathing.
She found that it was hard to breathe through her nose, as she had just now been calm enough to notice the horrid stench from the decaying body. When she tried to breath through her nose, she could almost taste the decay and rot in the air. T he silence was obstructed minutes later when Leah heard a deep breath from the opposite corner of the elevator, coming from the dead man.