Oh man, things were starting to get hairy at this point.

Mostly because that old lady was hairy. Lots o' hair on her arms and legs and...

Oh yeah, sorry.

So we quietly opened the door and noticed the hallway was fairly empty, except for some knocked over end tables and some debris. Athena, as always stealing my well earned lime-light, pushed ahead and screamed "follow me." like some kind of pushy cop on a two week bender of donuts and cocaine. We followed her to the staircase and saw as she opened the door, a bullet whizzed right by her, and hit the incredibly handsome Carlos in the head. He flew back and flailed around a bit, before he cried out "Oh this is so much fun, getting shot like this!" before succumbing to his head wound.

The Children began wailing and yelling his name and getting super emo about this situation. I looked at Athena and said, "oh God, if someone as hot as him can die like that, what chance do we have?" She looked at me with a look of pure vitriol and pity, then closed the door and told us to follow her around the other side of the hall towards the elevator.

"We're going up," She said, "We're going up to the roof and finding a way down from there."

"Are you out of your mind?" I Shouted to her while slightly looking down at her boobs because I was a little intimidated. Doing that just made me intimidated and aroused. She slapped me once again and looked into my eyes inquiring "Well, do you have a better idea?"

Just then we heard the elevator bell ding & out popped the Man in the pink dog mask, holding a shotgun and accompanied by a German Shepherd. A dog, not an actual shepherd.

"Go find 'em boy," Pink dog said, "We're gonna get them for what they did to Bluey  and Yelly."

"You don't need to demean me by calling me 'boy' Pink. I'm as much a part of this here team of maniacs as all of you." The dog barked coherently, frightening all of us, because what the fuck a dog is talking.

We stood silent, hiding on the corner of the hallway and waited for them to pass us.

Pink dog didn't notice one of the end tables as he walked out the elevator doors. He tripped and fell as the gun discharged on his face, stunning both the dog and us.

"Holy fuck," I muttered, "You don't see that every day."

I waited for the sarcastic retort from Carlos, then I remembered He dun did died just a few moments before this craziness happened and I sighed. Then I chuckled a bit. What is wrong with me, Do I need meds?

The dog looked at us and barked, " You're gonna pay for what that idiot did to himself. You're ALL gonna pay!"