Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. They were out of time.
Alice pointed. "Those can be used as weapons. We just have to get to the stairwell."
"You want me to run without high heels?"
She closed her eyes and prayed. "Yes."
As she opened her eyes, Jennifer handed her one shoe and kept the other, stiletto out. "I could just slap him."
Someone was outside the door. Alice tensed and whispered, "He's stronger than that."
"You've never seen me slap a man."
"Actually, I have. Hit and run to the stairs. This is the plan." The door handle opened. Alice gathered her energy that surged from the near-death adrenaline rush.
Smith stepped into the room. Alice lifted her hands and then crashed the shoe spike on his head. The heel broke, but he went down. "Run."
"You broke my shoe."
She grabbed Jennifer's hand and held tight. "Now."
Hand in hand they raced toward the stairwell. As the door closed behind them, Alice broke the glass on the fire alarm and pulled it.
The loud screeching sound pierced through the air. Other people joined them on the steps as they raced downward.
Her heart hammered in her chest as they made their way outside.
