I got to work very early in the morning, while it was still dark. All the parking lot lamps were off, and there were no lights on in the entire factory. I made my way up the hall to the refrigeration inventory area, where there is a long wall with lockers and refrigerators along it. I could barely see anything, but by the faint moonlight I could discern that the way to Manufacturing Administration was completely blocked by a jumble of office equipment and furniture, piled in the hall. The entire building was dead quiet. Where was everybody?
Then I looked back the way I’d just come and realized there were silent black shapes seated on stools, all along the wall.
They were fellow employees, mostly from Assembly. I walked up to several of the shadowy figures, trying to get a response out of them. I stopped in front of a young woman. She said nothing to me. I reached out to touch her. She was cold and stiff. My light touch knocked her off balance and she fell face-first to the floor with a dull thud. Every last one of them was a corpse in advanced stages of rigor mortis.
It was then that I understood there was only one living thing in the building besides me: Alice Cooper. He could be anywhere, maybe even close by, hidden in darkness. If he found me, he would drain the life from me, as he had my coworkers.