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S_location={{UDBox2|a bridge}} | S_color=User:A Helpful Little Gnome/Bridge3|
S_location={{UDBox2|a bridge}} | S_color=User:A Helpful Little Gnome/Bridge3|
SE_location={{UDBox2|a river}} | SE_color=river76|
SE_location={{UDBox2|a river}} | SE_color=river76|
location=You are on a bridge a meter above a fast moving river. Thick steel frames with large rivets suspend the bridge. A pair of shoes dangle from a cross beam above. Power lines run to the side of the bridge. There is an abandoned van.
location=You are before a bridge. Thick steel frames with large rivets suspend the bridge. A pair of shoes dangle from a cross beam above. Power lines run to the side of the bridge. There is an abandoned van.


Water-logged debris idly bob or float by in the river.
Water-logged debris idly bob or float by in the river.

Latest revision as of 05:03, 24 November 2014

Ingame
Southern
a clearing
102 zombies
a road
95 zombies
a clearing
111 zombies
a river
a bridge
2 zombies
a river
a river
a bridge
a river
You are the Protagonist. You have 30 Hit Points and 5 Experience Points. You have ? Action Points remaining.

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You are before a bridge. Thick steel frames with large rivets suspend the bridge. A pair of shoes dangle from a cross beam above. Power lines run to the side of the bridge. There is an abandoned van.

Water-logged debris idly bob or float by in the river.

There are two zombies here.

You run north a few steps. The legless zombie leers up at you, vomits black-bloody water onto its bizarre engorged face. You crash into the water, only just remembering to grab hold of the wire.

The walking zombie sees this, wastes no time shambling after you.


Since your last turn:
Groaning has past its chorus, now flummoxing into an incomprehensible banter. (4 seconds ago)
Possible actions:
Stay in the water
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.


Epilogue