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Ingame
Beyond
Fog
Fog
Fog
Fog
carpark
5 humans
513 zombies
Fog
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Fog
You are the Stranger. You have 32 Hit Points and 1 Experience Point. You have ? Action Points remaining.

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You are inside a school bus moving in a carpark outside Caiger Mall. The seating is worn and the windows are blood flecked and barred, with a thinning fog outside. Also with you are Sam Alberti (60HP), Ross (55HP), Doug D. Renolds (58HP), Karke Mardul (50HP) and Yon (50HP).

The engine is running and in good condition. The gas tank is full.

Somebody has scratched meta into a seat.

There is another vehicle here.

There is a massive horde of zombies here.

Dead bodies litter the ground.

The fog seems to thin a bit, enough to get a better picture of the events outside. Consequently, this reveals a more definitive estimate of the numerous dead still in the way, which as everyone can see, is hundreds more than expected. The dead take no wait as they shamble, shuffle, sometimes crawl and often sprint across the carpark towards your increasingly perilous situation.

The exit to the carpark and hopefully beyond the reach of the dead of Caiger Mall is straight ahead. It seems almost impossible to make it through so many zombie, but there's no choice now. Obviously. Sam floors it after already flooring it. The school bus and the transit bus behind careen into the ravenous crowd.

Both buses are buffeted by the dead, your bus taking most of it. Decaying fingers claw at the barred windows, disgusting nails breaking off and sometimes hanging in place. A few of the more agile dead hands manage to grab on, the bodies they're attached to thudding against the side.


Since your last turn:
A loud and deep groan is heard from all around, seeming to echo off the fog, not absorbed. (20 seconds ago)
Doug D. Renolds slices through some hangers, blood flowing every which way. (7 seconds ago)
Infected fingers scramble along the edges of the slot, linear brains seeking entry where none can be had. (5 seconds ago)
the hanger groans "mangah branz!" (now)
Possible actions:
Cut if off
Inventory:
You carry a knife, a journal and a bloodied radio. You have a pistol (15) and three spare magazines inside your vest pouches. You are wearing a tactical vest, blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.


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