A two-flight journey that should have taken little more than ten seconds stretches to ten minutes. Melanie stays put, more or less, keeping the hungries on the landing while Daniel regains some distance. The creatures are no longer on the move, but they haven't given up, either; their heads turn slowly from side to side, scanning for any obvious sign of their quarry. At least there's no breeze down here to waft Daniel's scent around. Still, Melanie doesn't dare move until he's halfway down the second flight. Only then does she cautiously follow suit, keeping her movements slow and even and her eyes locked on the hungries.
"When you get to the bottom," she murmers, "open the door very, very slowly. There might be some in the hall." The fact that they haven't already had company from that direction is encouraging, but Daniel's shout might have drawn some into the hall, if not all the way into the stairwell.
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"When you get to the bottom," she murmers, "open the door very, very slowly. There might be some in the hall." The fact that they haven't already had company from that direction is encouraging, but Daniel's shout might have drawn some into the hall, if not all the way into the stairwell.