The hallway exploded with voices before Iyisha could reach the door. Someone stumbled into the wall. Another voice broke over the first, high with panic.
"It's coming this way!"
Marybeth grabbed the dull knife from the floor. Iyisha wiped her face with the back of her hand and followed her out.
Arnulf came through first, breathing hard, one hand pressed to the wall to keep himself upright. Sweat ran down his face. His shirt clung to his chest.
Two men stumbled in after him and dropped to the floor. Their clothes were soaked through with sweat. Dried human blood streaked their arms, faces, and shirts. One crawled on his hands and knees before his strength gave out. The other fell back against the wall and kept pointing toward the front of the building.
People crowded around them before Malcolm could reach the center of the hall.
