You go over to where a bunch of zombies are sort of zoning. They recently stopped drooling, it seems? That's great. Less stuff on the floor.
Having very little better to do with your time, you order them to dance. Most of them start doing some kind of flailing, while a group of five actually manage to do Thriller.
You wish you had a radio so hard right now. You wonder if it's because of the strange screen that came up when you inserted your worm in there. Probably. This writer's too lazy to write in journey's of self-discovery right now.
When you leave in search of better long-term stuff, you can't help but have an unmovable grin on your face.
You search the factory thoroughly, finding a few circle-saws in an equipment room. You leave them there for now. You also find a second break room on the other side of the factory from the other, on a second floor beyond a workshop.
This is so stupidly placed. You find some beer and some well-preserved sandwiches. The ladies should like that.
The best way to make up to someone is food. There is something preposterously shaming and mildly sad about that for some reason.
You climb in the rather hard couch. There are multiple springs tugging through, but comfort became secondary after your braindeadication/zombification/wormification/enteringoftheskullandproceedingtopiggybackonmemoriesication/randomcanniballismplusinfectivitycation/whateverication.
You fall asleep.
What to do when you wake up?
Stats+equipment.
Health:Much Better.
Energy:Shaken awake.
Armor: Bulletproof vest, strong pants, good stompin' boots, Helmet.
Infectivity 31%
Hunger: Well fed.
Durability level 2.5
Inventory:4 Biobombs. 28 worms.Smith & Wesson Model 500 (loaded), 10 .50 caliber bullets, 4 ammo boxes of .50 cal ammo. MP5SFA3, 4 clips.
Gun experience: Can hit stuff.
Safe-house security:None.
Rage: Used for today.
Horde status
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90-ish normals ,29 armored, 10 actors,Snowflake, One Banshee, one Giggleman. Blood-wing. 1 brute, one crawler.
Closest Friend: Diane
Friend:Bennie(somewhere?)
Savior: "Theresa's Whisper"(asleep)
Paternal relationship: Katey.(away)
Broken hostages:Sasha Kriloff.(away)