You are inside a dining hall. The tables and chairs are made out of driftwood, and are all lined up next to each other. You can hear deep bellows and groaning from behind you, and you don't want to turn back. You shouldn't.
There are fifteen Tehbs and seventy-five of the unliving heading towards you.
- You stay in place and hyperventilate.
You close your eyes, paralyzed by fear to do anything. You wish you didn't overreact the first time around. You wish you asked the Commandante or Dr. Able to watch behind you. You wish you may, you wish you might.
Meanwhile, the mob is heading towards you, and you go pale as their ruckus grows from groans into bellows.
You slump to the floor, and they run over your body.
Since your last turn:
- • You have died. (right now)
Possible actions:
- You're dead. Yes, you died to a stampede. Nope, you're not a zombie. You're just... dead. Click here to return to a point where you were still alive.
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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