100-Word Fiction: ‘Those Who Got Out’

They fell into the light of the streets from behind the flag and the window logos the smell of roasted coffee beans never to be smelled again with outstretched arms like elated and some fast some slow and some hobbling some skipping like no one could remember how to walk faces all contorted like expressing anything had been forgotten in the long hours when everything everything outside had been cancelled and the brave and the scared all looked at each other or were afraid to look and the ones who tried to text for help and those who got… out…