C: “It caught you? Where are you Dol? I’m come get you, just tell me what’s going–”

You’re responding to her dire and bizarre message when the quiet is cut through with the sound of slamming and banging, like metal on metal and breaking wood. At first you think it’s coming from the radio– but then you realize it’s coming from the other room. The one you just left. With the wide open hole in the wall.