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with a note. He tried to tell himself it was for the mother's benefit. That it would make it easier if he could explain it all to her. Deep down, however, he knew that it was just delaying the decision that needed to be made.
    Like a little bit of paper's going to make her feel better, he mused bitterly as he stared vacantly across at the stack of swivel chairs in front of him, his eyes on the sheet of A4 laminated paper blu-tacked to the back of it. “Recommended Ergonomic Set-up” He had to grin as he took in the stenciled outline of a figure seated at a desk with the exact millimeter measurements to the array of office equipment that surrounded it. Though, it was a rueful grin that didn’t stay in position for very long.
    You’re wasting time…
    Dave knew it but he seemed powerless to stop. He couldn’t seem to decide one way or another and writing it down hadn’t helped like he’d hoped it would. On the one hand he wanted to just push it all away. Just dismiss Monty as the figment of his imagination that he wished he was. But on the other one, the man’s words kept echoing over and over in his head.
    They’re coming. They’re coming.
    This could be the last opportunity we have to set things right…
    Stirring both dread and hope in equal amounts.
    Maybe there is still a chance to make things right? The idea was also difficult to accept. Everything around him seemed so bleak that he was very wary of letting hope creep in.
    Or maybe I am just bonkers and Monty and his warnings are just something I dredged up from my subconscious to make myself feel better…
    Strangely Dave found himself hoping Monty would reappear. Just a short time ago he would’ve sworn that would be something he’d never longed for but now he thought it would help immensely. It was far easier to be flippant when the impossibility of the man being present was right before his eyes. Far easier to convince himself that he was just a nutcase. Far easier to stop the uncertainty that was swirling around his mind.
    The overwhelming confusion.
    It was a state he’d been in ever since Monty’s last words up on the roof.
    They’re coming…
    For the longest time after the soldier headed back down the stairwell, Dave had continued to stand frozen on the roof. He'd barely even noticed as the other two soldiers finished up, dressed and returned to their post. He'd been too focused on his gradually building panic as the import of Monty’s words continued to grow on him.
    They’re coming. They’re COMING. THEY’RE COMING.
    Growing until he’d felt paralysed. Unable to move as what he’d witnessed of the shadows in action played through his mind. All the deaths he'd seen, both up close and with the aid of his television screen. The inky blackness running them down, swamping them in its dark embrace. Then the glinting flash of the claws in motion and the spurting blood as the rent bodies toppled to the ground. Barely even recognisable as humans anymore.
    If it wasn’t for the fear of missing his water rations, Dave would have probably stayed frozen there even longer. As it was he’d still found it a nerve-wracking trip back down the stairwell. He’d started at every shadow. Kept catching glints out of the corner of his eye no matter how much he tried to tell himself that wasn’t possible. That the alarm would have been raised if the things had got into the building.
    And his nerves weren’t helped any by what he did witness when he finally made it back to his cubicle. He’d been frazzled and jumpy to start with and the last thing he’d needed upon turning the corner was the perfect view of Brendan Toohey’s skull being split apart by the butt of a soldier’s rifle.
    But that’s what he’d got.
    Just like that. Gruesomely perfect timing. He’d arrived just in time to see Brendan’s face cave in like an eggshell. See blood and other gloopy pulp leak out across the carpet. Frozen in shock, completely unprepared, Dave almost vomited at the