Rise of the undead

Ava's gut twisted with unease as she realized something terrible was unfolding before her. She instinctively turned away from the frantic exit, opting to plunge through the crowd in search of a different escape route.
Breathing heavily, she began maneuvering away from the chaotic mass of bodies when suddenly, the walls of the rink started to quake violently. The horrifying echoes of destruction filled the air, freezing her in her tracks.
Her blood ran cold as she slowly turned around, the screams growing louder and more horrifying. Tears streamed down her face silently, and her lips trembled as panic washed over her.
What she saw before her made her entire being freeze. Creatures of unimaginable horror were crawling out of the skate range exit, busy tearing people apart, one by one, with an eerie sort of efficiency, as if they were mere prey.
Their eyes glowed an unsettling red, and their skin was a sickening blend of mottled white. They had tails and two legs like humans, yet their powerful arms and menacing forms looked like something born from a nightmare.
Body trembling, Ava slowly took a step backward.
She wanted to scream but feared that any sound would attract the attention of the horrific creatures.
There were at least six of them, each one moving out of the skate range, clawing and tearing at anyone they could grasp. Tears continued to flow down her cheeks as her lips quivered in terror, her entire body shaking.
In that dreadful moment, she made a choice—she had to run. And that’s exactly what she did, turning around and sprinting away as fast as her legs could carry her.