English

Can someone grade my English essay? It's supposed to be along the horror theme but I don't know if it fits.

The crash was deafening. It felt as if I should be falling, or not breathing but I was neither; I should feel safe but I knew I wasn't and the despairing screams surrounding me confirmed that.

Another crash startled me as much as the first, I knew I needed to move. Thick, tenebrous smoke engulfed the once industrial looking office which I worked in, clouding my vision and making my eyes fight to close; staying here will kill me.

Half dazed, not being aware of what reality was, I found myself standing, slumped against the nearest surface that vaguely looked like a wall. An image of a small boy, with brown hair and a beaming smile lingered in my head, he is my reason to get out of here. For an instant, reality left me completely and I breathed in. Blackened smoke, raging ash and the scent of burnt flesh flooded down my trachea and overwhelmed my lungs. Spluttered coughs left my lips, forcing my legs to buckle underneath me and I could feel myself falling. Rough hands seemed to cushion my fall but as I turned to show appreciation to the owner, I regretted it immediately. A distorted figure lay in in the middle of the lifts empty shell, its mouth enveloped by thick, fresh blood which oozed slowly to the floor. Arms and legs bent the wrong way at joints with one leg dangling precariously over the ledge in the shaft, teasing the forty story fall below. Two small deep holes in the bodies neck and a clove of garlic by its feet would not have looked exotic. How was I supposed to survive if they couldn’t?

Another vicious convulse made my head slam against the stubborn lift door. I licked my lips and could taste rust. Above me the plastic casing of a light fell and smashed, I looked down, the lights flickered then the whole floor became dark with the occasional ray cutting through the fragmented teeth of the windows. This aided an eruption of groans from around me - any energy that had once been in us had dispersed and making any loud noises was just wasting what we had left.

It became apparent that I needed to stay low if I were to get anywhere without my skin being punctured. My body winced as I spread across the floor hoping the debris I was crawling through was purely office and building supplies but a voice in the back of my head was convinced otherwise. Suddenly, I realised that my lungs had been deprived so I hesitantly parted my lips and took a small inhale that I hoped would be sufficient. I could fast a combination of smoke, blood and something I could not fathom. Consequently, a repulsive liquid crept up to the back of my throat and was worryingly close to my lips.

I had reached the top of my staircase, forty flights to go, somehow I had found the strength to plant my feet at the top step and clamber to the bottom.