Zombie

I crept up the stairs, escaping the noise down below. There was something strange, something was wrong. He heaved a door open, only to find more sets of stairs, leading who knows where. In the distance, I could hear something moving. I tip-toed up the nearest staircase, through the door, and little did I know, my doom. A slimy, rotten hand reached out and clamped on my face, eliminating any chance of a scream.