@WR: Nice.
I decided to bite the bullet, figuratively speaking, and went down the Eastern hall. No sooner had I stepped into the darkness when a cold, mechanical hand grabbed hold of me. I tried to shake it off, but it was no use. I shouted for the aid of my companions, but they were either terror-stricken or didn't care.
I leapt backwards, carrying the attacker with me. We both fell into the light, and sure enough, it was another cyborg zombie. I raised my weapon once more, shooving the barrel directly into it's foaming mouth. "All in favor, say DIE!" I fired my last shotgun shell, blasting the revenant's head directly off its metalic shoulders. I kicked the lifeless corpse off of me and got back to my feet. Turning to my party I asked, "Why didn't you help me?"
"It looked like you had things under control," Araches answered. "Anyway, it really won't matter once we've all been eatten alive."
I didn't like her initiative. For someone in pink bunny pajamas, she wasn't being very helpful. After shaking my head in dissatisfaction I led everyone back East, hoping that there were no more zombies. There weren't, probably because it was a dead end.
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