You search more frantically- they couldn't have gotten that far? You're far from the wall now, and still can't see anything. Oh- finally, your hand hits something.

It's warm. And wet.

You creep closer, and poke at it tentatively. You feel it flinch.

Suddenly, you can't breathe- a hand has wrapped itself around your throat. The thing rises, and gets close to your face- you can feel each puff of hot, rotten-smelling breath on your face.

"Wake up," it rasps.