Using the short pause, Jagred reached for the bolt and pulled it out the stilled corpse, hoping he was quick enough to avoid detection from the other corpse. He needed to get out as fast as possible, this apartment, with its foreign landscape and unpredictable turns, was a death trap. He would knew, he used to live in one. There was no telling which door would a corpse come shambling out of next, and on the list of things Jagred hated, surprises of any kind was quite close to the top. Reloading his crossbow as fast as possible, he kept a careful eye on the corpse, ready to run whenever it turned his way. Once he was done, Jagred lifted his crossbow and fired again, determined to get rid of another obstacle on his path to the exit.