Carmo didn't have the energy to argue with him. Once they'd found the kit, they dealt with his shoulder as best they could and started the agonizing crawl down the stairs. Flight after flight, they descended, Carmo still gripping her bat loosely in her trembling hand. They finally made it to the bottom and she squinted in the darkness to try and make out anything. Then the lights came back on. When Carmo's stinging eyes at last were able to focus, her eyes fell on something perhaps more terrifying than the unnamed monster stalking the streets. 

The front door was completely undamaged.