[Lake Hylia]

Aw! Distributing complimentary samples of slightly used bullets to an entire floor chalk full of what one is most petrified of in life is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Especially if one has a loaded boomstick to wave around in their general direction!

Nabe's expression suddenly exquisitely mirrors his inner distress pertaining to the sheer concentration of zombies in this area. Accompanying Nabe's reaction is a foul stench polluting the air about him.

It just so happens that the entire hallway is lined with doors leading into private offices of crucial executive officers and researchers of the company!

Bad news is, they're all securely locked in place with those pesky crest-lock-mechanisms shamelessly stolen from the Resident Evil series!

Grr!

At least the doors are made of moderately thick wood with only a modicum of metal within them!

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[Weathered Ruins]

Swipe the ring! That's easy enough to accomplish! Although most of the treasures contained within this particular temple are trapped to some extent or another, this one doesn't have all that much of a penalty for filching it, apart from the lounging evil cultist guardian ghost priest who was formerly bound to forever watch over the relic of antiquity and the giant boulder that is leisurely rolling through that wall right over there! Complicating matters further is the reality that every single one of the doors in this section of the temple are slowly crawling shut as time passes.

Retreat! Retreat as expeditiously as is possible!