You are inside a restroom. The otherwise bare walls are painted a light brown, and the ground is covered in bluegrass. A single beam of light coming from a crack on the ceiling overhead, and your flashlight give the room some illumination.
There is a massive horde of the unliving here.
- You continue to feign your death, feeling the weight of the unliving press against your back.
It is increasingly more difficult for you to breathe, but you know that this is not the right time to die. As Dr. Able says, "[Your] will shall prevail."
Since your last turn:
- • a zombie says "AAAH MAH GAHZ!" (OH MY GOSH!) (just now)
Possible actions:
- Keep going
Inventory:
- You carry a small knapsack, which holds the following items: some stale candy, a knife, a Bulbous Vial, a handheld radio, and your phone. On top of your clothing, you are wearing a black tactical vest with an emptied pistol and 1 spare magazine inside the vest pouches.
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