Knowing the horrors that await on the field, you blurt “He’s probably gone to the offices. Let’s go!” You run, following Yount up the staircase, his spikes clanging loudly with every step. Each step sounds like a zombie dinner bell in your mind. Bursting into a dimly lit hallway lined with doors, you notice a flickering light from under the one at the end of the hall. Sprinting toward the light, Yount arrives two full strides ahead of you and slams his shoulder against it. The door explodes open, and he tumbles into the room. Bud Selig looks up in surprise, “Good! I… I know a way out! Wait just a minute…” he rifles through the desk’s top drawer. Yount has moved to the open doorway, listening for pursuers. You come stand next to him, holding your breath as you, too, listen to see if you have been followed. Whack! You are struck from behind and fall to your knees, as the world goes black. The last thing you see before drifting off is Selig with an arm around Yount’s head, emptying a syringe into his neck.
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