“Do you hear that?” Jioni whispered.
Emmitt’s eyes followed hers—there were the sounds of chatter and footsteps—It was faint but noticeable, the sounds got louder, and without hesitation, Emmitt began unlocking the escape door.
“Our only escape has been locked the entire time?” Jioni yell whispered.
“I don’t think as far ahead as you,” Emmitt replied as he fiddled with the rusted lock.
The clinic door from across began to shake; then banging occurred, and Jioni was all too familiar with the sound; the escape door jammed. Emmitt rammed it multiple times.
