You burst out into a corridor. It’s not as dark here, but you could care less as you jump up and down, shaking your body and brushing your clothes with your hands, ridding yourself free of the insects.

 

Catching your breath, and your sanity, your body still hums with the cold sensation of all those insectoids crawling over you.

 

The echo of footsteps behind you, stills you. You take in the corridor. It looks like a hospital at first glance, abandoned years ago by the way the wall moulding and plaster are corroded away, and the smell of mold and urine stain the air.

 

The footsteps grow louder and closer, it's a large person if you go by the crunch of each shoe.

 

There is a staircase leading down across from you.

 

What do you do...

 

Confront the footsteps.

 

Run down the stairs.