“I think that we need to get out of here and call the police,” you say, “this is more than any of us can handle together.” Cliff nods in agreement, then walks over to a bench press to pick up a press bar. “You better grab something too in case that thing spots us.” You stand up and look around. There's not much to choose from – weapon-wise. You spot a curl bar among the equipment and pick it up. “Something's better than nothing,” you say, looking at Cliff. “It'll have to do,” Cliff responds, reaching for the door handle, “I'll go first.”

Cliff opens the door and places his head next to the door-frame to peer down the hallway with one eye. Nothing's there. “Let's go,” Cliff says, motioning you through the door behind him. As you pass through the door, the door closes on the curl bar, making a very audible clang sound that echoes down the hallway. You and Cliff look at each other both startled and terrified. Not a moment later, the huge avian makes its appearance from the men's locker room not far from you. Stepping into the hallway, it stares into your widened eyes, screeches, and then bolts in your direction. “Run!,” Cliff yells. You happily oblige. Cliff runs to and throws open the door to the gym, pulls you through, and attempts to slam the door closed. To both your and Cliff's horror, the bird thrusts its head through the small crack in the door just before it closes, jostling the door back open and nearly knocking Cliff off his feet.

Cliff grits his teeth and you both sprint across the gym and under the bleachers, plastering yourselves as close to the back wall as possible. The bird tears across the gym floor, leaps, and crashes feet first into the bleachers. Luckily, even it's long neck and legs are not enough to reach you on the back wall, but the bird claws and scratches at the bleachers all the same. With limited room to move, you swing your makeshift weapons at the bird, but it doesn't have much affect at all. “We can't stay here!,” Cliff yells,” we need to think of something!” You try to think, but your thoughts are a blur with all the adrenaline racing through your veins.

The bird then ceases clawing at the bleachers and steps backwards. You draw a breath of slight relief. Maybe it will go away now. In terror, you watch the bird's head turn in the direction of where you and Cliff entered under the bleachers. The bird lowers its head and begins walking...preparing to follow you under the bleachers. “Move!,” Cliff shouts. The bird rips and tears at the floor, the wall, and the bleachers to push its over-sized body underneath the bleachers from the side, but eventually becomes stuck. You and Cliff exit the other side and notice your stroke of good luck.

“Maybe we can end this charade right here and now,” you yell, “if we can find something to incapacitate it with.” “I still think we need to leave while we can and call the police,” retorts Cliff, “there isn't much time to think this through before that thing backs out from the bleachers and we're right back where we started!”

Make your choice!