"Not trough the front door! He's coming there!"<br/><br/>Martin lunged on his friend, ready to forcibly stop him from opening the door.<br/><br/>"Out the back, window and to the street. And we find a phone booth... No wait, we do have cell-phones, don't we?"<br/><br/>For a moment Martin stood at ease and pulled out his phone. But as mr. bloody gore limped closer, he quickly got his thoughts together and decided to run out to the street first.<br/><br/>"Let's not risk and get out of here..."<br/><br/>He ran to the door and trough a corridor to where window opening outside would be...