User:A Helpful Little Gnome/Epi1CMgroan

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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.

You sway, or you think you do, but is more like an undulation, which has far too many syllables for a sensible zombie. Zombies don't do multi-syllabic things; they sway, they don't undulate.

You may have gotten away with this oversight had it not been for your groan, which ends up being an unexpected burp. You grasp your mouth, but you know it is far too late. A one-armed zombie standing next to you turns, does an appropriate graaaagh at the correct pitch while regarding you, before shoving its rotten, shoulder bone socket into your eye before tearing at your throat with its one good hand.

You do manage a proper gurgle before you fall to the floor, dying seconds later. But even that gurgle lands short of a convincing groan, and the horde around you joins in with the one-armed zombie, feasting on you.


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