The room was locked from the inside. And empty. We figured it out pretty quickly. They didn’t do it to save themselves; but rather to save everyone else. The pathogen liquefied their bodies, and the resulting puddles of infectious goo evaporated into the air. The same air we’d been breathing since we opened the door.
Flash Fiction: Locked for a Reason
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Sounds like something out of a Resident Evil movie or a zombie flick.