Grab Carrie and Run

Standing in a pentagram can’t be safe. You grab Carrie’s hand and pull her.

“C’mon, Carrie.”

“Nicholas Preston...”

“Carrie you were standing in a fucking satanic pentagram.”

She looks surprised. “That was what that was?”

You look at the two foot black rod in her hand.

“Get rid of that thing!”

Carrie roll her wrist, but holds it tightly.

“I...I don’t think I can.”

“What? Let’s get to the stairs then I’ll take it.”

You quickly make you way across the floor. You open the door to the stairs and walk through.

“Ok let’s see that thing.”

Carrie extends her hand. You try to pull it away, but she holds it tight. You pull harder and Carrie screams in pain.

“Shh!”

You cover her mouth.

“Ok, you’re apparently stuck with that. Let’s get out of here.”

You begin to descend.

The door to the fifth floor you are in bursts open and a woman nearly runs you over.