My run was awesome:
We dashed out of our safe room, turned right and headed upstairs
I spotted a disappearing White Knight holding a fireaxe and we all gave chase. First time I've voluntarily run after a White Knight!
Killed it (well, our brave test subject did, while I shot at it from a safe distance, not realising I'd already run out of bullets)
We stole it's axe and set off back down the stairs. Or tried to. The whole corridor behind us was filled with wall-to-wall zombies. Cue moment of panic!
We battled through the zombie horde (in white, maybe light-sensitive ones? Didn't hang around long enough to find out) and down the back stairs again.
Nearly there now, just through the door and turn left... so I poke my head cautiously though the door, get ambushed by a zombie hiding beside the door and collapse into a dying heap thinking "ah, I'll be ok, our two medics are right behind me".
So, the medics charge past, ignoring my dying body completely, and the three remaining members of our team get out of the exit, about 10 feet in front of my still-warm corpse. Damn.