Foxy was sliding desperately against the wall of the cell, recoiling from that horrid tongue. At any moment she just knew fingers or something worse would touch her skin and she'd scream again. Maybe she'd never stop. Her buzzing mind created images of undead appendages hovering just inches from her legs and torso.

Finger bones clicked in the darkness and gravel sloughed off bony shoulders as the "runaways" began to emerge from the floor. Soon a half dozen pairs of jittering, red pupils were blinking all around Foxy and Eddie.

There was a sharp thump on the back of Eddie's head and he realized he'd backed into the wall...or was it? Putting a hand behind his head he felt an arch of cold metal projecting about three inches behind him. There were slats of some kind and a weak, icy breeze. It was an air vent! Of course there had to be a vent down here!

Eddie took one wild, swing with his left to clear any zombies that might be around him and then spun. He frantically ran his hands around the perimeter and was met with total disappointment. The mouth of the vent was no more than a foot wide. Way too small for either of them to escape through.

"Eddie?" Foxy asked somewhere, "Eddie, where are you?" She heard a tremor of fear in her own voice…a pure and helpless fear like a child convinced the boogeyman was running his fingers across her bed sheets.

A bony fist connected with the back of Eddie's head and tiny white fireworks pin-wheeled in his vision. His face connected with the lip of the air vent and he fell sideways to the floor. He flopped over like a dying fish in time to see red eyes open just above his crotch. Eddie shot his left knee up and connected with something spongy and moist.