“I've got a better idea," said Spidroth. She walked up to the entrance to the corridor, then quickly slammed her foot down on one of the pressure plates, before moving it out of the way again. As soon as the pressure plate was pressed, the dispensers along the walls of the corridor began blasting out arrows: hundreds and hundreds of arrows all down the length of the corridor. The husks began BURRing in pain and panic as they were shot full of arrows. It was a husk massacre, with hundreds of the gray-brown zombies dying every second. Before long, all the husks had been slain, leaving piles of rotten flesh all over the floor. "Wow, Spidroth," said Carl, in awe, "that was… That was pretty ruthless." "Yes, well, I'm a pretty ruthless person," said Spidroth. "You'd do well to remember that, creeper." And for once, Carl didn't dare to make a sarcastic comment.”