Every fiber in your being screams out danger as you reach for the door's ring handle. Your body tenses and locks up as your hand makes contact. You can only move your eyes as your muscles lock up. Your breath never comes, and your vision blurs over. You glance at your hand that is attached to the door.....and your mind screams in horror as the flesh rots before your eyes. The pain subsides and you find yourself able to move....but why? "Who am I? What am I doing here?" these questions walk slowly through your mind. You look up as the door opens and a figure in black robes stands before you. "Come." the figure says. You try to stand and study this creature in front of you, but a pull coming from the black staff he is carrying forces you to follow him. You recognize him now as your Master. He walks into the gloom, and you hear his words, which now sound so strange to you "I can always use another zombie........."