THE CONTROL ROOM

Phil was the first to get in, and he locked the door so quickly that Aaron, who was only a few paces behind, hit uselessly against the hard wooden door.

“OPEN THE DOOR. OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR.” Aaron cried, panicking as his fists drummed against the barrier that stood between him and safety, even if for a few minutes.

The door had still not opened, and he dared to turn and look at whatever was coming from behind, his heart thumping in his chest. They were drawing even closer, and the sheer number stunned him — so many that every inch of the beach was lined with them. He could also see what they were with the rising sun : octopuses larger than anything he had seen, giant sea worms that looked like mighty tubes with teeth on one end squiggling through the sands, jellyfish whose size were also terrifying, eels squiggling their way on the sand and humans, if they could be called humans, when they were better fit to be called zombie men from the sea.

He did not wait for Phil to open the doo
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