"Quickly"

"Through here, quickly!"
Rob held the large stone door open as the others scrambled through.
"Hurry! I can't hold it!"
The others scrambled, trying to make it through before Rob's strength gave out. The long night and running had done little to give him rest and his muscles ached as the old granite bore down on him. Down the hall, Erin and David's footsteps fell heavily, while Deb squeezed through the narrow opening and into the freshly cut lawn lit only by a pale moon.
"Come On!"
Rob faltered a bit, his shoulder slipping on the warm, wet blood from the wound he's gotten earlier, the pain causing his knee to buckle, and with a groan, the granite shifted back into position, closing the only opening leading to the old house's courtyard, leaving Deb alone.
She fell to her knees, skinning them on the hard slab, and pounded it with futile fits, crying and bleeding onto the pale white rock.
"ROB! DAVE!"

Below, Rob once again set himself beneath the rock and lifted, but failed to find the strength to once again heft it enough for escape and sagged, exhausted to the cold earth below. Erin, half-dragging Dave, slumped down beside him and waited. Her foot was bleeding from earlier, causing her to leave small bloody patches when she walked, and now that she had stopped it pooled around her shoe. She slid it off, and examined the wound. Her shoe was stuck from the hour or so she'd had to run on the sticky crimson mess. The skin on her foot had been ripped open, exposing sinew and bone, which hurt a lot more now that she'd had a chance to look at it. She felt tears welling in her eyes and she reached over to Dave, pulling his bandanna out of his pocket, and tying it snugly around her foot, She padded it a bit, not wanting to put her shoe back on.

Dave's lantern flickered as he put it down and he began rummaging through his pack, looking for anything that could be used to fight. His hands were shaky and his fingers slick from his missing fingernails. The little demons that had torn them off, laughing, still burned into his mind. He could feel them -literally feel them chewing on them. He dumped the contents onto the ground and bent over them. The rations he'd been carrying were passed out, just energy bars and packets of juice but they were grateful to have them after the night they'd had.

Above, Deb sat beside the stone,wiping tears and blood from her forehead. She took a few deep breaths, steeling her resolve. She heard the steps behind her, knowing it was coming, and stood, turning around. She'd had training, years of self-defense and martial arts had toned her into a formidable fighter. She turned, and faced him, the madman who'd been taking out her friends, trapping and torturing them. She could smell the sulphur on him, see the writing shapes which hung over him with their sharp, grinning teeth. The scythe caught the moonlight as he swung it easily, one handed as if it weighed nothing. He brought it back, gripping the handles and prepared to strike.
Deb's muscles tensed and she assumed fighting posture. Her hands gestured, taunting it, her fingers curling into"come and get it".
"Let's dance, you bastard."