Grimm and Priest walked through hallways in the basement. As a maze would they went in circles, hitting dead ends and ending up where they began.
"Somethings not right here." Grimm looked around, "Almost as if they designed this basement to hide..."
Before he could finished, footsteps could be heard in the near distance. Both man turned, "Dirk?" "Tayden?"
No reply.
"I have a bad feeling." Priest said as he held his throbbing arm.
Grimm clutched his axe and looked around, looking for any clue of who was with them. A crack was heard and a far wall began to crumble. A half a dozen zombies were able to break through the weak exterior of the wall, behind them were more maze like areas.
The zombies attacked Grimm, leaving Priest alone. Grimm didn't notice this as he hacked away at the undead. Priest turned and saw a figure who seemed different than the zombies, but before he could get a good look, the figure threw an object that exploded on impact. The floor rumbled and ceiling above Grimm and Priest fell in seperating the two by layers and layers of brick, marble and stone.
Priest clawed at the rubble, but wasn't able to get anywhere, turning around he saw the enterence back upstairs. Suddenly, he felt sick, falling to one knee his hands shook and head sweated. His last thought before passing out was "Not again."
