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Ingame
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Food Court
37 zombies
Drugstore
24 zombies
Abandoned Section
12 zombies
Main Mall Fountain
44 zombies
Mall Entrance
48 zombies
You are the Protagonist and you are dead. You have 0 Hit Points and 5 Experience Points. You have no Action Points remaining.

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You are at the main mall entrance of Caiger Mall. Extensive work has been done repairing and covering the many glass walls and multiple doors. The floor and walls are marked with splashes of dried blood. The main doors have been breached.

Somebody has spraypainted the end is nigh onto a wall.

A large mob of zombies has gathered here.

There is a dead body here.

The body is not very far, and you manage to sneak over without being noticed. You plop down next to the corpse, a particularly large one without a head. Which part to eat? You think the intestines, so you attempt to dig your fingernails into the man's belly. The cold dead flesh does not give; its hardly possible to eviscerate a person with bare hands. Why not a knife?

Perhaps you thought eating the corpse would pass you off as a zombie. But as zombies do not use knives, you are quickly outed and the dead converge on you. Without restraint—with unnatural dead strength—the zombies tear you apart.


Since your last turn:
You have died. (right now)
Possible actions:
You're dead. Completely dead. No, not even a zombie. Just dead. To get revived, use this door. Alternatively, you could hit the "back" button on your browser if you feel like cheating.
Inventory:
You carry only 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. You wear a crumpled paper party hat.


Epilogue