She makes it... just

Monica sprinted forward desperately, full tilt, throwing everything she had into crossing that hundred meters before the horrid bat creatures caught her.

She could hear them behind her, gaining ground!

Only fifty meters...

She stumbled in a rock and nearly fell. One of the creatures ran into her back, its talons ripping at the back of her T-shirt. She punched it away and it fell to the ground with a defeated bleating noise. She continued running.

The flock was nearly on her. The noise of their chittering sounded like it was nearly in touching distance.

Only twenty meters....

God, what if the door is locked? she thought in a sudden panic. What if I crash into the door and bounce off it, back into that horrendous flock of demons?

Don't think about it. Keep running!

Five meters. She felt another set of talons raking the back of her T-shirt.

And then she crashed through the door and into Level Two. She fell to the suddenly grassy floor, breathing hoarsely.

Hell's demons, watching from afar, roared their disapointment. But the Devil held up a hand and grinned.

"Don't worry! They nearly always get through Level One. Level Two is where the fun really begins!"