Old Jack

You make your way back to the polished oak staircase. Thankfully it seems to be clear. This should be easy enough, you think, just down a staircase out the front door and dial nine one one.

You reach the landing in time to see two well dressed girls handing Jack the Ripper their tickets. You check your phone. The time is eight o'clock. They must be VIP's, thankfully it's still another hour until they open for the general public. You walk toward them.

Jack looks up at you tipping his bowler and in a somewhat archaic British accent says, "Leaving so soon? I'm afraid I can't allow you to go until you've taken in a few exhibits."

Did he have a British accent before? He pulls out a walking stick and taps it. He unsheathes a long scalpel sharp sword. The two girls who just handed him tickets scream and run as fast as possible in heels, right into the zombie graveyard.

Jack focuses on you. "Well care to challenge me, chap?" He spins a three sixty and points his sword at you.

While you have a broadsword, it feels like it weighs almost twenty pounds. It is a formidable weapon, if you happen to be wearing armor. He is clearly an expert with his lighter sword. Any attempt to get by him and he'll cut you to pieces.

You can try to save the girls that just went into the zombie graveyard, head downstairs, or match swords with Jack the Ripper.