Martha cries out again at the claws in her flesh and kicks behind her hoping to catch him enough for him to pause. And then the door is open and she's knocking a trash can over behind her. If she can find the utility door, get behind the lanes. All five of them. And hopefully there's a door to the back.
She slows just long enough to lob two six-pound balls at the creature before turning and sprinting for the next door.