You are inside the red-brick building. It is square and single-level, the windows above taped over. No one has bothered to finish the interior of the walls, seeing as how the red-brick is the same as the outside. Before you is the base of the radio tower on a shifted foundation. Above through an opening is sunlight. Little else is here. The floor is flecked with fresh blood.
- You say, "I'm not going. I don't know or want what's down there." The figure leans over the opening, blocking most of the sun. Raising something above the opening, they let it drop.
It hits you hard. You collapse.
Since your last turn:
- • Someone audibly sighs. (16 seconds ago)
- • Someone says "Two noes in a row predict a third." (6 second ago)
Possible actions:
- You're dead. Completely dead. No, not even a zombie. Just dead. But this close to the end, you aren't going back. You can only continue to that end.
Inventory:
- You carry only a whistle, a bent knife and a smashed radio. It has been a long ride. Your blue jeans are shredded; the T-shirt, stretched 2 sizes larger, is more red than white, and your shoes are unaccounted for. Overtop it all you wear a yellow rain jacket. Perched atop your head is a crumpled paper party hat.
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