Under the desk

There’s plenty of room for a Chloe beneath Elaine’s desk, so that’s precisely where you’ll hide! You push the computer chair out of the way, duck beneath the desk, and meticulously reposition the chair as though nothing were any different.

Sitting and waiting, you’re accompanied by the hum of Elaine’s still-running computer. Geez, how long has she had this thing on? You keep telling her to reboot it every once in a while, but her trademark diligence is oddly nowhere to be found when it comes to caring for electronics. “Chloe, dear, would you mind taking a look at my computer for me? It runs slower and slower by the day, and I fear I may have contracted some manner of computer virus.” No Elaine, your PC’s not infected, it’s just running like crap because of the 90 browser tabs you have open.

Your technological grievances are cut short as Elaine enters the bedroom. The side wall of the desk keeps you hidden as she enters, leading her to check a few different spots throughout the room. When she turns around to leave, though, she’s standing in the perfect place to see you crouching behind the computer chair.

“Ah, there you are. Hiding with your favorite type of company, I see,” Elaine teases.

“Don’t act like your computer’s a person. With how you take care of it, the fate of a zombie is all that awaits it,” you reply solemnly.