The building is infested, that much is apparent. And I'm so turned around by the time I manage to get a hold of myself we're deep inside, not a window visible. I slow for a moment, at the top of a set of stairs, knowing going down is the worst thing I can do. But when I turn back to retreat they are coming for us, from the left and the right, a mass of groaning Shambles who stink of death.
Poppy screams, the dog barks and I'm filled with fresh panic while the puppies whine over and over again. I run down the stairs, praying there will be an exit, another staircase, something, anything. More long halls, more windowless rooms, more Shambles.
Finally, an empty corridor. I pant, unable to catch my breath, forced to set Poppy down for a moment while she sobs and strokes the puppies. She's hav
