Rachelle knew that it was important not to panic, but in these circumstances, it was getting harder and harder to keep her cool. Tyler had just reached his last bullet and time was running out fast. Rachelle knew that if they kept standing around, they were going to get killed. Right as the monster reached out for Tyler, Rachelle tried to pull him back. But it was much too late. The monster already had Tyler in his grip, and was growling into his face. All Tyler could do was stand in the creature's embrace, breathless. Rachelle let a harsh war cry escape from her lips before leaping at the monster with her shard of glass, severing one of it's many tentacles. She began to hack and slash at the creature's tentacles skillfully.
Tyler managed to slip from its grasp when the greater amount of tentacles had been sliced and severed. He hit it over the head forcefully with his shotgun, and then backed up against the wall. Rachelle could see that he was clearly very frightened, perhaps even more so than she was. "Tyler, are you alright?" Another moment of silence passed. "Tyler, talk to me. Say something! Say anything! We have to get out of here right now, before something else comes after us. You can stay here and become a tasty meal for whatever else this place is hiding, or you can come with me right now, and we can get out of here. Make up your mind fast, though, because I'm not going to wait." As Rachelle finished, Tyler's hand was already in her own.
Rachelle began to high tail it, hand-in-hand with Tyler. She wasn't going to wait around and see if the thing was really dead, or if there was more in store for them. She turned to Tyler, her eyes meeting his. "We can either go up, or down. I have a feeling that we don't want to know what they're keeping downstairs. But if we go upstairs, there's a chance that we may be trapped. Help me out here, would you?" Tyler bit his lip and nodded to the stairwell. Up they went.