Final Stand
As that the generators is one of the few items that stands between you and these creatures during the night, you realize that you had better make sure that it is still running at peak performance.
Turning to your left and approaching the wall, you find you tool box lying under the rags of an abandoned well-oiled shirt. The plastic red box has become one of your most trusted companions over the last year, and probably has a large part in your continued survival.
Turning around to make your way to the generator, you walk toward your Willys. Suddenly, a milky-white arm flies out and grabs hold of your right leg.
Jerking franticly, you try and get your leg free. "How did one get inside!" you ask yourself after several jerks render no results but a tightening of the hand on your leg. Much more pressure and you can imagine losing circulation... all you know is that you can't allow that arm to drag you underneath the Willys.
What should you do?
Turning to your left and approaching the wall, you find you tool box lying under the rags of an abandoned well-oiled shirt. The plastic red box has become one of your most trusted companions over the last year, and probably has a large part in your continued survival.
Turning around to make your way to the generator, you walk toward your Willys. Suddenly, a milky-white arm flies out and grabs hold of your right leg.
Jerking franticly, you try and get your leg free. "How did one get inside!" you ask yourself after several jerks render no results but a tightening of the hand on your leg. Much more pressure and you can imagine losing circulation... all you know is that you can't allow that arm to drag you underneath the Willys.
What should you do?