You are chased up a winding staircase.
You run for a solid minute and the staircase seems to wind ever
upward. You're sweaty and panting. You need a way out of this
situation.
Desperate to get away from the slobbering, moaning zombie rushing
behind you, you and Dave dodge into an open doorway and find yourself
in a claustrophobic, wood-paneled stairwell. Even your pounding feet
only make soft sounds on the thick carpet but you can still hear the
rattling bones of your dead friend Barbara in pursuit.
