[ she hesitates leaving him there, but only for a moment, only until there's another shattering window. she backs a few steps and darts up the stairs. even though it was her idea, even though adrenaline is coursing through her and her legs tell her to run and keep running, she nearly stops at the top and goes back. but they'll be okay if she can just do her part; she has to believe that. so instead elena throws her shoulder into the nearest apartment door. her breath catches in her throat when it opens, the weak, rotted frame splintering, and she stumbles inside.
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oh. :| two zombies turn to face her. ]