You run back to the house…

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” you scream, remember the horrible ordeal with the man at the house.

You decide you’ve got to get to the house and get the rest of your ammo.

You run back into the wood. At first you do a good job of dodging the undead, but eventually, they overwhelm you.

As they drag you to the ground and begin feasting on your flesh, you wonder if perhaps… just perhaps… you should’ve gotten in that truck.

You have died. Click here to start over.


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