They were coming straight for me and I had know where to hide except in my room. I pushed with every once of my body to keep them from coming in and with the temperature sizzling the sweat oozed off me as if I was dead. Finally my exhaustion took the best of me as I couldn’t hold the door back any longer. Yet I think the scent of me lead them to feel that I was one of them as they slowly let me pass through or maybe my odor was something even rotted flesh couldn’t digest. I was just at the end when one lunged at me to take a bite. They all stared at him as he said ” what I was hungry”. For me the end was now going to continue forever as the sweat that almost lead me to escape was not enough for the one who had bad taste.