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of him. He was… eating him.
    He bit at the now exposed stomach of the man and pulled off a large piece of dripping, white flesh. He chewed hungrily and was moving in for another bite even before he’d finished the first.
    That was enough for Neil. The phone, he suddenly realized, had been playing a recorded message about all lines being busy and to try his call back later. The voice was very sorry for any inconvenience but they were experiencing a high volume of calls right then, according to the repeated message. He just dropped the phone and ran to the storage room.
    “Where the fuck is it? Where the f...?” And then he had his hands on it; a long white locking security cable for laptop computers. Looking out the window to make sure the ghoul was still busy with his fresh kill, Neil ran out to the front doors of the office building to lock them with the cable.
    When he reached the door, he saw that another vehicle had pulled up out front, having come in from the rear entrance. A brown Chevy truck pulled into the parking lot and stopped a fair distance away from the green Subaru and the two men still on the pavement. The driver, a shortish blonde woman who Neil had seen in the building from time to time, got out and started across the lot. She was on her cell phone and completely unaware of the horror that was unfolding only yards away from her.
    Who could she possibly be talking to at this hour of the morning? Neil watched as she got closer and closer, finally drawing the attention of the attacker who leapt to his feet and started running toward her. She realized immediately that he was coming after her so she reeled about and ran back to her truck. She had a good lead and was able to get into the vehicle just seconds before her chaser reached her.
    Neil was about to wrap the wire around the door handles when he noticed that the blond haired guy was starting to move again. In fact, the man was able to get himself to his feet again.
    “Hey, are you okay? Hey!” Neil shouted, and was starting out the door until the man turned around and started running straight at him. As he ran, Neil watched his insides slowly spill out in red and pink folds of flesh onto the pavement and get left behind, some still attached and trailing behind him like some horrible preternatural tail.
    “Fuck this!” he shouted, and pulled the heavy glass front doors closed. He wrapped the cable tightly around the door handles and then fastened the lock. Almost at once, the curly headed blonde guy was there clawing at the glass, leaving bloody streaks and smears. The sound he was making was anything but human. It sounded labored and primordial and hungry. Neil stood there only long enough to make sure that the woman in the truck wasn’t in any immediate danger but for some reason she hadn’t started the truck and driven away. The answer lay in the middle of the lot, a pile of strung black and white beads and notched metal. She’d dropped her keys in her surprise and haste and was now trapped and under siege in the very tenuous safety of her vehicle.
    Neil backed away from the doors hoping that they would hold long enough for him to figure out what to do and then do it. He went back into the office and tried the phone again, only to verify that the lines were all still busy. He sat down at his chair for just a moment to think.
    He wouldn’t be able to get to his car because it was out front near the Subaru. He was cut off from it. He did, however, know where the keys were for the company vehicle, which was parked downstairs in a secure parking garage.
    He had to think fast. He had to stay in control. What would he need? He couldn’t quite control his breathing as he fought to clear his thoughts. Absently, he went to the staff refrigerator and dumped the several unopened water bottles into the bottom of an empty copy paper box. The box was a lucky find—the new janitorial crew had once again, thankfully, forgotten to take all the trash when