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I started processing it a half second before everyone else and found myself diving onto the sticky ground.
My fingers landed on something lumpy and hard, and I forcibly opened my eyes to see that it was stuck on a gummy bear.
My eyes were so focused on that gummy bear that at first, I didn’t notice the man whose drink had exploded was on the ground next to me.
He was staring at me with panic in his eyes, and I felt the calmness I always had when flying take over.
With a look of understanding, we both turned and started crawling toward the exit.
People were screaming. The movie was still playing. And it was as I was about to get into the aisle to head toward the exit door that I saw the pile of bodies that’d already tried before me.
People were a writhing mass on the floor as they cried and screamed.
Blood.
There was a lot of it.
It was coming in flashes because of the movie playing above us. Light. Dark. Light. Dark.
Blood and mayhem. Dark. Blood and more blood. Dark.
Time seemed to slow as I tried and failed to think about what I should do next.
“We have to get out of here,” I heard the man behind me say. “Let’s go another way.”
We did the awkward turn thing again and started crawling back the way we’d come.
I ignored the fact that we had to crawl over a clearly dead woman at the end of the aisle, and also ignored all the neon green that I kept seeing standing up in the front as we crawled farther and farther away.
What many didn’t know about this theater was that it had three exits.
Technically, there were only really two for the public.
One where you came in, and the emergency exit.
However, there was a third, lesser known place we could go.
I touched the man’s leg and stilled his progress that would’ve taken him to the main entrance.
“Here,” I pointed as I army-crawled past him. “This way.”
I led him to the back curtain and said, “This is where I saw…”
I pushed the curtain aside, and there was the entrance to the media room where there was a set of stairs that led to the projector at the top.
I’d actually spoken to quite a few people about the maze of rooms that would lead them from projector room to projector room. A couple of months ago, a storm had rolled in, and the staff had urged the ten people in the theater into this same entrance where it then led to a back door that was an enclosed room.
We’d stayed there for what felt like hours but ended up being twenty minutes as we waited for the threat of a tornado to pass us by.
That’s when I learned I could go this way.
“Where are we?” the man asked as we made it inside.
I stood up and started walking, feeling a weird tingling in my foot.
“Acoustic room, I think they call it,” I said. “We need to get more people in here.”
“Everyone in that room is hurt,” he said. “The only people left standing are gangs.”
