We are losing the war flee while you can. They are not human beings anymore (part 3)

([Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Dreading/s/xFMFruJPKJ)) Tw:Suicide

Impact

Concrete ruptured and glass shattered as I saw the truck ram its way through the hole where the main entrance was.

At least one person didn't make it up the stairs in time. A young man that must have been in his 20's at the oldest. I saw the shock going through their entire body when the front of the truck impacted them, breaking bone and rupturing organs.

They were probably dead on impact. At least I hope so. I saw as their body now looking like a ragdoll was flung forward and then disappeared underneath the truck.

In reflex I closed my eyes as the truck impacted the stairs. I was thrown on the stairs slamming my body into the hard steps. I felt all of the debris and rubble impacting me.

Honestly, I can't describe what the impact felt like. You could probably feel the impact in the entire building.

My entire body felt numb. I tried to breathe in to fill my now empty lungs with air. But the only thing entering my lungs was a small amount of air and a lot of dust. Immediately causing me to have a coughing fit.

I tried to open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I was rewarded for my mistake by my eyes instantly burning as the dust that was covering my entire body was now on my eyes to. I still had the gun clenched in my right hand. Holding onto it as hard as I could.

In that moment the only thing going through my mind was. "Keep moving or you are dead" as my fight or flight mode went into overdrive.

I crawled up the stairs my entire body aching as I could feel debris falling off my back and legs.

Gunshots were ringing out meaning that the people upstairs where still up and standing. Other people where groaning in pain behind me as a I crawled up the stairs. I couldn't help them I could barely help myself.

My left hand and feet were looking for anything to pull and push myself upwards as a crawled up. And then all of a sudden when trying to find more stairs I couldn't feel any at all. My left hand reaching for anything to hold onto as I tried to find any bearing of where I was.

Then I felt a hand Grab my right arm. I won't lie I panicked at first and let out some sound close to that off a person that was scared awake by a loud noise.

In between gunfire I heard the voice off the police commissioner. "Stop panicking you need to get on your feet now!!!"

He pulled me onto my legs.

Me: I can't see! I can't see!

He grabbed my arm and then I felt water splashing my face. Thankfully this removed enough of the dust to open my eyes even if they still burned.

Commissioner: Gather yourself they are coming!

"We need to get the others on the stairs up now!"

Me: ok ok!

I turned around and saw all of the other laying on the stairs. Some of them were moving and groaning. Some other where completely still. I put the gun into my pants and headed down to help.

I saw one older man around my own age, his skull was split open by debris as blood fell out of his open wound in a thick stream.

At least he was unconscious so he wouldn't feel that he was dying. For him it must have just been just lights out, and then never waking up.

The truck or rather what remained of it had embedded itself into the stairs hard enough for cracks to have formed over the entire stairs.

The back of the truck had crushed the driver cabin and smashed it into the stairs. Turning what once was someone's work vehicle into a mangled mess of metal and steel protruding in all directions. If the driver was still in it on impact, they were now somewhere in that mess.

I saw a man in a uniform of our local gas station on the stairs. I never got his name but I for sure recognised him from all the times I got gas at his station.

He had fallen over in a way that his legs where up the stairs and his head was facing downstairs. He was conscious and trying to get rubble of his legs but was unable to even reach his own legs in his uncomfortable position.

I had to help him.

In that moment I was so focused on helping him. At least that's what I tell myself now. As i was focused on getting the large chunks of rubble of his legs I jolted up as the man screamed.

Right as I looked down at him, a hatched embedded itself diagonally into his head with a sickening thud. I was so focused on helping him I hadn't noticed one of those things had made its way inside and over to us. After killing the man its lidless eyes focused on me instantly.

I was next.

In shock I threw myself backwards on the stairs and in a panic reached into my pants to grab the gun. The thing on the stairs rushed up to get me to. In my panic the gun went off inside of my pants blowing a hole in my pocket. But by some divine intervention this had also shot the thing in its shin right above the left foot. The thing immediately fell over being unable to stand onto its left leg.

It let out a loud growl of pain as it fell onto my lower body.

It had fallen forward with its chest onto my feet. It grabbed onto the belt of my pants pulling itself up and raising the hatched with the other hand.

I finally managed to pull the gun out of my pants and aimed it directly at the things lip-less smiling face and pulled the trigger.

The bullet impacted its forehead above its left eye. A red mist flew up from behind its head as it instantly collapsed onto me devoid of life.

I will be honest in my panic I shot it 5 more times emptying the revolver. The cylinder of my revolver spinning after every click after without any gunshots.

"Get up the stairs now they are coming!!!"The commissioner yelled from upstairs.

I looked past the truck and saw more of the things running into the building with all sorts of weapons. I didn't hesitate and pulled my legs from under the thing and climbed up the stairs as fast as I could.

As I almost reached the top a hand grabbed my leg. I looked down and saw a young man in his 20's who was pleading for help.

Man: Please you have to help me i can't get up!

A large piece of rubble was on his foot blood all around it. His foot was completely crushed.

Man: Help me for fuck's sake!

I knew those things where coming I couldn't stay and help him I had no choice. At least that's what I tell myself even now. I pulled my leg loose from his grip and climbed up stairs.

I didn't even apologise or anything to him I just left him Maybe I should have said sorry. Or something at least.

I left him there to die.

Should I have done more?

I don't know.

When I came up the stairs, I saw the commissioner and others throwing over furniture to make cover for the inevitable upcoming gun battle that would happen on top of the stairs. Others were manning the windows shooting down the street as bullets also impacted around them.