Run on, ignoring how tired you are.
There is no way you want to meet to that zombie face to face. You and
Dave continue running up the stairwell. Your mouth is dry, your leg
muscles burn, and your eyes sting as sweat drips into them. You are
ready to pass out when you come open a landing, finally. On it is a
wooden door. You grab the handle and desperately jerk it
open.
