Scary Short Stories

A white lie

I'm the last one here.
Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws.... Everytime I close my eyes, I see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one my one, screaming as the fought against death. I tried to stop it. I swear I did, I tried....
Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either, I will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry... thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there.
Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screechs behind me. Oh god, oh god, oh god... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?