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As you step toward the right-side coffin, Emma grabs your arm.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking inside."

"Why on earth would you want to do that?"

You tug at the lid of the coffin, but it does not even budge a millimeter. You wonder if using a tool would help, but that would require a trip to the supply room, which is over an hour of time back and forth. You step back from the right-side coffin and immediately place you hands on the corner of the lid of the remaining stone coffin. You press your chest against your hands and push with your whole body. The lid screeches and shifts.

"I don't see what the point of this is. What if there's a zombie inside?"

Emma is visibly shaken and pacing the floor in the crypts. The ambient light flicks and a stiff breeze whistles through the air. You wonder if putting her through this stress is worth it, but there may be something inside worth the effort.