Chapter 105: chapp

But just before the vampires could reach them, Max’s eyes darted to the left, and his gaze landed on an open conference room. In one fluid motion, he grabbed Maxine’s arm and yanked her sideways, practically throwing them both through the doorway.

They crashed into the room, Max immediately slamming the door shut, before barricading it with a massive oak conference table. Chairs followed, then a heavy credenza... anything to block the incoming horde.

Outside, the hallway erupted, and dozens of monsters began hammering against the door with inhuman strength.

Thump. THUMP. CRASH.

The wooden door began to splinter, thin fracture lines spreading like a web across its surface. Decaying hands punched through the growing holes, grasping and tearing.

"It won’t hold!" Maxine gasped, tears pricking her eyes.

Max knew this. It was only a matter of time before the monsters broke through. They needed another way out, and fast. His gaze swept the room, then landed on the shared wall with the main hallway. He furrowed his brow, reaching out a hand, feeling its surface. It was hollow. Made of drywall. Not concrete.

Without hesitation, he walked over to the maintenance corner of the room and picked up a crowbar resting beside a toolbox. Then he ran back to the far end of the wall, stopping just a few yards away from the door.

"What are you doing?" Maxine asked, curious about his plan.

Max didn’t answer. Crouching, he plunged the crowbar into the baseboard. It tore through like paper. He smashed and ripped, creating a small, narrow hole... one wide enough for a person to crawl through. He intentionally made it narrow, hoping it would deter any monsters from simply wandering in.

Maxine’s eyes lit up in realization, her voice filled with hope. "Oh my God, Max, you’re a genius!" she cried, abandoning the creaking door to rush to him. "You found a way out!"

Max didn’t say anything, he remained rooted to the spot.

"Come on! Let’s get out of here!" Maxine urged, moving toward the hole.

But Max didn’t move. He stayed in a crouch, his head hanging low, his shadow stretching long across the floor.

Maxine noticed this and paused, her voice etched with concern. "Max? What’s wrong?" she asked.

Max sighed. "I’m sorry, Maxine," he whispered. "But you can’t come with me."

Maxine froze in shock. "W-what?"she murmured in disbelief. "What are you... what are you talking about?"

But Max didn’t reply. Instead, he pointed through the hole vaguely. "There’s an elevator at the right end of the hall, near where we first saw the vampires. That’s your best shot. Take it to the roof and wait for help. It’s safest up there."

Maxine’s breathing quickened. Something was terribly wrong with this plan. Max wasn’t included.

"W-wait... what about you?" she asked, her voice tinged with a silent panic.

Max exhaled slowly. "The monsters at the door are blocking the route to the elevator. I’ll go through the hole and draw them away, to the other end of the hall. And you will use that chance to get to the elevator."

Maxine’s eyes widened as the weight of Max’s words sank in; He was going to sacrifice himself.

"What?!" she shrieked, shaking her head violently. "No, Max! You can’t! You can’t do something that dangerous. It’s suicide!"

"It’s the only way, Maxine!" Max argued, his voice rising. "I’ve made my decision."

"Why can’t we both go to the elevator?" she pleaded, tears starting to stream down her face.

"It’s impossible," Max explained."Someone has to draw the monsters away for the other to pass safely. And it has to be me." He had thought this through, in the stolen seconds while smashing the wall. He’d calculated that their chances of survival after crawling out together was slim. This "crazy idea" as he’d called it in his head, was the only way one of them might make it.

And had to be him. For her.

"There’s too many, Max! You’ll get killed!" Maxine sobbed.

Max simply forced a smile. "As long as it gets you to safety, I don’t mind."

Maxine cried even more. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring his face. She couldn’t believe this was happening. "No!" she wailed, shaking her head. "You can’t do this for me! What about yourself? You have to think about yourself too!"

"This is what I want," Max insisted, his voice firm. "For you to be safe. It’s the only way for you to be safe."

But Maxine was adamant. Her tears streamed down her face in a torrent.

"You can’t!" she yelled. "You can’t leave me! I’d rather die with you than live without you!"

Max chuckled and cupped her face, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Don’t say things like that, Maxine. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself, not even in the afterlife, if anything happened to you."

Maxine didn’t find that funny. She only pleaded, desperation raw in her voice. "Please, Max. My mum already left. Don’t leave me too. You promised you won’t leave me! You said you’d always be with me!"

Max’s smile turned wry, tinged with pain. "Breaking promises is one of my many traits, remember?"

Just then, the table holding the door shifted violently. The monsters were breaking through.

Max’s expression turned grim, all trace of humor gone. He grabbed Maxine’s shoulders, his grip firm. "There’s no time left. I have to move now." He looked deep into her eyes. "As soon as I lure them away, you get out of this room. Run as fast as you can to the elevator. Don’t look back."

Maxine tried to protest, sobs wracking her body.

But Max cut her off, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, bringing it to his chest. "Promise me," he said, his voice urgent, pleading now. "Promise me you’ll run. Promise me you won’t look back."

Maxine could only cry in response.

"Promise me, Maxine. Please." Max begged. His voice was sharp, demanding, yet filled with an unbearable anguish.

Eventually, Maxine managed a choked nod.

Max smiled, a genuine, heartbreaking smile. "Good." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering for a moment, savoring the feeling. Then he pulled back and whispered;

"I love you, Maxine."

Maxine’s eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips. She was stunned, but not because of the words... they said to each other often. But rather because of the deep, emotional weight behind them this time. Her lips parted, but before she could speak, Max abruptly broke away.

He crawled swiftly through the hole he’d made, grabbing the crowbar as he went, and exited into the hallway. Dozens of monsters were there, clawing and breaking at the door of the room.

"Hey!" Max yelled, hitting the crowbar against the floor with a clang that echoed through the derelict building. "Come and get me!"

The monsters paused. In unison, their heads snapped towards him, a chorus of snarls rising. Max gulped, gathering every ounce of courage he possessed. His grip on the crowbar tightened. "Come on! What are you all waiting for?!"

For a split second, they remained frozen, contemplating. Then, a low growl rippled through the horde, and charged. All of them... about fifty monsters rushing towards him, an incoming tide of death.

Max exhaled. "Alright. Let’s do this." He turned and bolted, sprinting down the hallway away from the office room and, more importantly, away from the elevator at the other end. He rounded a distant corner, the entire horde thundering after him.

And soon enough, the hallway was clear.

Maxine scrambled out of the hole, her eyes scanning the empty corridor. Not a single monster in sight. Max’s plan, insane as it was, had worked.

For a moment, she stood frozen, her eyes drawn to the corner where he had vanished. She was tempted to follow—but no. It would waste his sacrifice.

So, instead, she turned and ran towards the elevator. She didn’t look back, not even once, tears streaming down her face. She slammed her palm against the call button, and the elevator doors slid open.

Then she stepped inside and turned, watching the empty hallway desperately, as if waiting for him to leap around the corner.

But he didn’t appear. He was gone.

Eventually, she pushed the rooftop button. The doors slid closed, and the elevator began to rise.

Maxine collapsed to the floor of the car, her body wracked with violent sobs. She wailed, a sound of pure, unadulterated grief for the boy who had just given her his life.

Then, suddenly, a voice drifted into her mind, clear as a bell amidst the chaos.

"Cry not, my child. I shall grant you the power to save your beloved."

The voice was feminine, tinged with a playful amusement, yet imbued with a kind tone. "But make sure to use it wisely, fufu."

The ride to the city was a descent into a neon-lit purgatory. Max pushed the bike to its absolute limit, the engine’s roar a defiant scream against the cacophony of the apocalypse. Behind him, Maxine clung to his waist, her face pressed into his back as they slalomed through a graveyard of rusted cars and burning debris.

"Hold on tight," Max shouted over the wind and engine noise. "We’re heading for the highway ramp... the military should be pushing in from the east edge."