You and Harry leave Dick downstairs and ascend.
Upon walking into the JAIL, you see Walt trying to calm the methhead korea vet down. It looks like it'll be a simple matter, just cuff him and...
Those eyes.
He is not there. No human man could have eyes like that. They are eyes that tell a story of a sense of justice and purity, a sense of patriotism. A story of a man who battled hard with an addiction, and lost the fight. This is not that man, however. These eyes tell a story of hunger. A hunger that can never be satiated. He yearns for the flesh of the living, if only to quell the urges inside him.
He walks forward. More imperfections become imminent. His fingers are peeled away, and long, sickly claws take their place. blood stains his shirt, and one of the eyes is missing. His face has a long, drawn out gash, probably the result of tripping and hitting the corner of his bunk. He looks like an animal, stalking it's prey.
And yet there is purpose in this being's stride. He walks with the dignity of a leader, ready to face any challenge. He walks as if he can control his movements. The Night of the Living Dead painted him as a monster, and evil, shambling corpse that wants no more than your sensory organs. But he holds purpose, in some sick way, he has regained the position he once had as a soldier in korea. Purpose, a sense that every action he takes will further his army's goals. No longer living, no longer dead.
Half-Life.
three steps were all it took to discern this. Your comrades saw it too, the claws, the gash, the moans. You
took the first shot at him with the shotgun, completley obliterating his skull, and blasting his brains across the walls.Silence settles over the room. A cough. A helicopter can be heard outside.
You finish that coke and toss it into the waistbasket.
This is going to be a long day.
THEY HUNGERNow what? The other two prisoners are stunned, and kind of scared.
Mossberg 500 5/6
x8 12 gauge buckshot shells
M1911 Pistol 9/9
18 .45 Rounds
Rechargeable flashlight
Umbrella
Car keys
key:
Unexplored
Explored
Current Location
Currently in: GREENSBORO POLICE DEPARTMENT
Floor 1-
Waiting room
Desk
Bookshelf
Fire alarm system
Officer Dick
Clearance room
Break room
Coffee
Bulletin board
Stairway A
Stairs
Floor 2-
Locker room
Lockers
Fire extinguisher
Jail
Five jail cells
Two prisoners
Officer Bognor
Officer Beavers
Dead (syn*96, name not input)
Armory
G3 assault rifle x2
345 9mm rounds
Mossberg 500
20 12 gauge Buckshot shells
20 Sandbag shells
2 Tear gas canisters
Officer Bognor
Sheriff's office
Deputy Sheriff's office
Closet
Various office supplies
Crowbar
Stairway A
Stairs
((VOTE: What should we name this type of zombie? This is the weakest variety, so keep that in mind.))