After running away from the legion of wax dummies, Zack tried to find another way into the basement. He walked around aimlessly before finding a coal chute. It was covered in soot and grime. He looked back and then down the soot. Biting his bottom lip, he decided to use the chute. He slid down the chute for what felt like hours before he landed hard on his ass. Groaning, he sat up.
He found himself in a dark, dirty room. He couldn't find the door way, and the only light came from a small window two feet above him. Something out from the corner of his eye caught his attention. He walked over to it and found a wax dummy on the floor. The dummy looked like a young boy. He looked around the room and realized a bunch of poorly made or ruined wax dummies. He realized that this was all the rejects went.
He heard a noise coming from the walls and placed his ear against it. He heard Ben. It sounded like he was in trouble. Zack angrily punched the wall, angry that he couldn't help his friend. He was so close.