The Smoky Corridor

112

Zack and Malik hurried through the open door and entered a room about the size of a walk-in closet.

The walls were streaked with black, the air tinged with the scent of wood smoke.

Zack looked up. Saw the fluted end of a smokestack.

“There’s the other door!” said Malik, pointing ahead. “Hurry!”

They went out the door.

“Close it!” said Malik.

They shoved it shut.

“Lower the latch.”

Zack lowered the heavy iron bar.

“Good,” said Malik. “Now the janitor zombie and Ms. DuBois can’t come after us!”

Zack just hoped Malik was right.