Once Michael reached the second story landing and saw the steel door leading to this floor was secured closed. He leaned up against the concrete wall and slid down in exhaustion. That situation felt...felt...intense. Like he had been chased by that giant dog yesterday but even with that large hound on his tail he did not feel that close to death as he had just now on the first floor.  He raised his hand to his heart and listened to the rapid beating, before closing his eyes for a second to steel himself as he pulled himself up from his sitting spot. 

He glanced at the faded sign beside the steel door. It looked like this floor had six rooms with three on each side and that was most likely the standard the other floors would follow.  While tempted to push the door open and explore, he ignored it because curiosity to see what was in the elevator on the first floor almost got him killed. He had no desire to repeat such an action so soon. Slowly making his way up to the third floor, he noticed almost immediately upon reaching the third landing that the oppressiveness of dread that the building radiated seemed to vanish here. He looked to this steel door before grabbing the handle and pulling it open. Stepping inside of the third floor he glanced around curiously looking at a very random candles that were burning, allowing the hallway to have a soft sort of glow to it. Looking at the door he just came from he noticed several locks upon it and began to lock them, the monsters might not be able to get on this floor but he definitely didn't want any of those crazy cannibals letting themselves in if they somehow got past the first floor gate keeper.

Pulling the letter from Mr. Miller out of his pocket, he began to search for the woman.