"I --" Rashad gulps and looks at the remains of the zombie. He knows full well it can't hurt him, but it makes no difference whatsoever. The room could be empty right now and he'd still be buzzing with fear; the zombie is only a convenient focal point for the emotion. "I don't think I can," he stutters out. It's awful, though, being alone in the room with it, and he shakes as he tries to convince himself to dart across to the stairs. Instead he inches slowly along the wall, trying to get around the room while staying as far from the zombie as possible. Two steps along he walks into a cobweb and shrieks, flailing wildly at imagined spiders. At least this is enough to send him running for the imagined safety of the stairs and the other man's company...not that it'll make any difference.