He laughed slightly at her comment about elevator curriculum.<br/>"Heh, well, I've never taught my students how to escape an elevator shaft, although now I'm thinking it might be a worthwhile exercise." Upon mention of an escape hatch, Norman looked up, icy blue eyes examining the ceiling as best he could in the pale yellow light. He responded to her greeting by making eye contact with her, a small smile accompanying:<br/>"Norman. Nice to meet you. Wish we could've met on better terms, but I suppose we can elevate our discussion when we're out of here."<br/><br/>Elevate.<br/>Heh.<br/><br/>"Pun slightly intended." He began to analyze the ceiling once more, gaze arriving at the lower right hand corner of the ceiling.<br/>"There. I think I see an outline..." He reached upward, fingers barely scraping the ceiling. He got up on his toes, attempting to push with no luck.<br/>"Alright then, maybe I can boost you up?" The elevator swayed, jolted, then began moving upward again, lights still dim, but they were moving.<br/>"Well, that solves some of the problem." The elevator reached the fourth floor, Norman's original destination. A soft chime emitted as the doors slid open, the normal ambiance of the mall assailing his ears, except there was screaming...odd. Norman took a step forward onto the gleaming marble floor, eyes gazing ahead. Stores flanked the left and right of the mall while straight ahead was a long hallway that led to sliding automatic doors, at which most seemed to be headed, screams and shouts of what sounded like panic assailing Norman. He looked back to Carrie, brow furrowing.<br/>"This look weird to you?" He then heard a solid SMACK resound about fifty yards away, Norman looking to his right to find that someone had fallen to the ground and was being trampled underneath a massive storm of people. He took a few steps in the right direction before the crowd filtered past, revealing a few ambling figures with what looked like...<br/>"Blood?" He mumbled, eyes squinting. They were moving slow, but at a steady pace. They stopped at the body on the ground, both men and women alike, their hair matted and mangled with blood, clothes tattered. One of them flipped the body over and leaned down to the neck, presumably to-<br/><br/>Norman let out a gasp as one of the men tore into the body's neck with his teeth, viscera and blood spurting onto the ground.<br/>"Carrie...we need to get out of here..."