An explosion ensued. Brad pulled back as the first wisps of green vapours curled over the rails. He locked the door and waited. Screams and gurgling followed beyond the door.
“Quick; get back down!” shrieked a female manog.
Missionary listened to the retreating footsteps. He had only possibly delayed them. They could move on, or they might realise it was safe to return once the gas dissipated. Not wanting to take the risk; he looked to the other door on the opposite end of the floor.
“We’ve got to get out that way,” he said breaking into a run.
The family followed, all sliding to a halt as they heard pounding on the door. Manog fists struck with all the force of hammers.
“They’re coming through the other door!” yelped the woman.
It too, shuddered under the impact of merge mutations wanting to gain entry. The beasts growled and yapped as Missionary handed Gary one of his hatchets. A sliver of timber gave way in the centre of the door. It yielded into a bigger breach, growing a handsbreadth across. Missionary espied a set of bared teeth, then an eye peering through. It slipped a black nailed hand through to attempt pulling open the breach. Brad snapped a hand to a dagger hilt and let fly from the sheath, thudding home into the exposed hand. The manog howled, pulling it from view.
“Whoa, Dad; did you see that?” said the boy.
Another manog slipped into view, battering at the door.
“They going to break through any minute now,” said Gary.
“Yeah,” said Missionary grimly.
He only had one explosive grenade; it had to count.
“Give me the hatchet,” he said, holding out his hand.
Gary looked appalled.
He snatched the weapon from Gary’s reluctant grip.
“Now, the three of you; get behind cover and block your ears. It’s going to get loud in here.”
They all dived under the nearest desks. The door splintered open wide enough for Missionary to get a full view of a manog head and movement of a second merge mutation. He visibly trembled as it growled menacingly, exposing all of it’s teeth. Missionary twisted the timer cap and slipped the grenade into the hollowed out head. It hummed by his ear as he raised the hatchet, then hurled it forward. The hatchet thudded into the door as he dived behind a desk, just prior to the explosion. When he raised his head, nothing of the door remained except timber stubs hanging from the hinges and blackened concrete, going all the way down to the first landing.
“What else have you got?” Gary asked incredulously.
The other door shattered, coming away from its top hinge. Black nailed hands slammed down, forcing the door to crash onto the floor as the woman screamed.
Missionary shoved Gary.
“Get them downstairs; I’ll take care of this!”
They rushed away as three manogs sped through the open doorway, dropping to all fours and running down the aisle at terrifying speed.