When Zombies Attack
You manage to swing the door open and with swift agility you smash the zombie's brains all over the grey carpet, a memorable position. You dive in, at the last second tucking your head in to roll. You spin round efficiently, then slam the door closed.
You walk briskly over to the police receptionist desk. Wondering if perhaps, there are survivors here. You feel a sense of dread. If there are people here, but infected with the disease, you could die, Well, it's just fortunate you're so carefree with your trusty sledgehammer, over the past hour, you've grown bonded to this metal object of brain destruction. He's served you well.
Devising plans are essential to your survival. What do you do now?
You walk briskly over to the police receptionist desk. Wondering if perhaps, there are survivors here. You feel a sense of dread. If there are people here, but infected with the disease, you could die, Well, it's just fortunate you're so carefree with your trusty sledgehammer, over the past hour, you've grown bonded to this metal object of brain destruction. He's served you well.
Devising plans are essential to your survival. What do you do now?