"My thanks for nothing, Zack!" Chris called back.

Chris ignored Darius and put his hands on his hips, looking quite pleased with himself as he surveyed... well, complete and utter darkness beyond the light from the window.

Something gleamed in the dark. Multiple somethings. The strong smell of unwashed bodily odors wafted up, and eyes gleamed in the dark.

And then something clicked open from the floor. There was a flash of metal as an old woman rose, a lone tooth in the front of her mouth gleaming in a grimace. Others were stirring.