You shoot a tranquilizer at the girl, hitting her in the neck. Hardly phased, she stood up, her leg crunching and bleeding horridly as she did so. Suddenly the toys stopped attacking you, and turned on the girl. She kept smiling as they clamored all over her, tearing flesh and exposing muscle. As they did so, the room began to grow black. The darkness was palpable.
You hear the girl laugh, and a moist schluck as something began moving toward you.
What do you do now?