Chapter 3: Escape
She blinked and her surroundings changed. One moment she was sitting in the dungeon, where that monster seemed to be trying to dissect her, and now she’s sitting in a rather posh chair in front of a roaring fireplace. Bound like a sloppy mummy, but still sitting here. Straining against her bonds, she cranes her neck, trying to see the rest of the room. A high vaulted ceiling rose above her, and the floor was littered with fancy furniture around tables bending under the weight of tomes and manuscripts. Off to her left she could see a door, presumably leading back down to the dungeons, going by how drab it is. On her right, she could see another door, this one of ornate wood with gold detailing, heading off to who knows where. Oh, she couldn’t forget the zombies, could she? Everywhere she looked she could see those abominations shambling about, some of the older ones groaning, but the newer ones speaking through decaying lips and throats, occasionally losing bits of flesh. Not that...