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Only a few rays of light peek through a small window in the lobby stairwell door as you descend the unlit stairway. A cacophony of sound flows from the other side: breaking of wood and glass, a woman screaming, sirens blaring, a man yelling orders to fire, and loud grunting of what you can only assume are more zombies. You step through the door and see a riot of activity.

On the right of the stairwell door, two corpses lie still on the ground: a young woman in a tan and green sundress and an older male in a business suit whose head is half torn away.

To your left, the lobby opens up with plush leather couches and chairs, towering plants and a central fountain. Its beauty is in direct contrast to the rest of the lobby which shows the aftermath of a battle of zombie versus man. Dead bodies are scattered about -- all shapes and sizes of corpses -- at least a dozen in count. Humans lie with their throats ripped open, entrails spilled out, limbs twisted in angles, and expressions of horror frozen on their dead faces.

Standing at the east side trapped behind a counter formerly used as a reception area are two young women using brooms to fend off an advancing zombie dressed as a bike messenger.

To the north is an office with a placard reading "Brad Spencer." Deep gore marks are displayed across the office door. Lying in front of it is a handsome man in a charcoal gray suit with his leg badly injured and a pool of deep crimson blood creeping out of a wound on his thigh.

The south side has triple glass doors used as the building's main entrance. Two policemen stand on the street side holding the doors closed, automatic rifles in hand. You realize they must be controlling who goes in and out. It may be difficult to get by them without helping the women fighting off the zombies or helping the man by the manager's office.

You also notice the electricity must be on again, as the elevators are lit up. You curse silently, considering the ordeal you've had taking the stairs.

What is your next course of action?