Traped in 'The Game'

My name is... I don't actually know. I woke up here, no memories, wearing nothing but a hospital gown. Shivering, I sit up. The room I'm in is a hospital room. It's empty, except for a window and a door. I was leaning against a wall. Looking next to me, I see a note. I pick it up to read it. "Welcome to the game! You may be wondering where you are. Well, I know! Open the door for some answers. I'll be kind and give you this warning. This isn't for the faint at heart. You can either go out, prepared to possibly die, a horrible, horrible death, or, you can stay here and starve to death. a slow, but mainly painless death. Well, compared to what's outside the door. It's your pick. -The Puppetmaster." Was I going to take the risk? Yes. I am. I stand up, with some difficulty, and open the door.

I walk outside into the hallway to find it empty, like not a single soul was here. I venture down the hall to find the elevator, I press the button, and of course the elevator is broken. I wander father down the hall when I hear something, it sounded like a moan coming from a pony, except the moan sounded more like those from zombie movies. A shiver goes down my spine as I try to make a choice – find out where the moan came from, or turn around and walk away- I decided to find out where the moan came from. I walk past a bunch of rooms R1, R2, R3, and R5, as I go further on the moan gets louder and louder until I reach room 11. This is the room where the moan came from. I walk inside the room –this was biggest mistake I ever made- this pony jumps me and keeps pushing me, I try to blow as many punches as I can to get it off but it over powers me and it thrusts me against the wall. For some strange reason this pony keeps trying to bite me, until I realize what I’m facing –A zombie-

The pale coat, the vacant eyes, the rigid deadness, I feel stupid for not recognizing it before. Before he can bite me, I punch him in the eye with all my might and run to R1. A sign is on the wall. "Think fast." Think fast? I hear a whizzing and I jerked my head to the side. A split second after, a see a knife thunk into the wall, right where my head was. Inspecting the room, I see a long hallway with red and burgundy tiles. Well, it's also a maroony color. Burgundy-maroon? Whatever. I look down to see fuzzy blue carpeting under my hooves. At the end of a hall there's a door.I shrug and take the knife with my mouth. I put a hoof on a red tile and two knives whizz at me, one nicking my ear and one barely missing my right hoof. Startled, I stumble back. "Owwww." I quietly mumble. I see small drops of blood dripping down to the floor. Ignoring the stinging in my ear, I step on a burgundy tile. Nothing. Hm. The red tiles must be set off... The problem is, is that there are way more red than burgundy tiles. Gritting my teeth. I hopped, skipped, and jumped cautiously across the floor, occasionally setting off a red tile. When I made it to the other side, which also featured blue carpeting, my mane and tail was half chopped off and there was a deep cut on my flank. Hoping the next room would have some cloth I can wrap around me so it soaks up the blood, I nudge it open.