Spencer grabbed a clean t-shirt out of the basket of dry laundry and handed it to Emily. One hand was already undoing the bolts on the fire escape and wondering if they left now how far they could get before the thing got into the apartment.
The door shuddered under another impact, and Spencer stood up to get the top bolts, "Stuff waiting, let's go now, I'd rather it trashed the apartment than caught us on the fire escape." He pushed open the door, and stepped out onto the platform, and looked at the door as it was hit again, cracks appearing in the paintwork, "Emily? I'd hurry up if I were you."