Taemi managed to evade the undead.  They didn't really start climbing out of the ground until she grew nearby, so if she could keep herself running forwards, she'd be able to keep safe.<br/><br/>The rain was soaking her clothes deeply.  She felt it slicking her skin, fabric dampened clings tightly to her body.<br/><br/>Taemi reached the rocks after what felt like an eternity of sprinting.  Her breath was growing harder, and the water was dripping everywhere.  The road ended at a wide, tall cave entrance.  There were several smaller entrances along the cliff-side, but if any would lead her somewhere useful there was no sign of it.<br/><br/>Within the entrance she saw a cloaked figure kneeling, panting, next to a brightly lit torch.  Its golden flame spilled out invitingly from the entrance, and several like it lit the road as it wound into the rock.  A little bloop from the back of her brain informed Taemi:<br/><br/>Level 2 ???<br/><br/>Hmm, that was strange.  A weird fuzziness overcame what precisely this was.  But as she approached the figure inclined their head and rose.  They were round gutted and squat, with a suggestion of a scraggly gray beard coming out of their cowl.  Their shirt was stained with grease, their pants with what might've been a white chipped paint.  They watched intently as she ran towards them.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey,"</strong>they asked when she was nearly under the cave entrance.<strong>"You just start playing?"</strong>