page91You don’t know what’s going on here, but you sure as crap didn’t sign up for fighting any zombies today. You slowly back away from the creature approaching you, and when you realize that it isn’t moving particularly fast, break into an all-out run.

You try dialing 9-1-1 on your cell phone, but of course you never get service in this part of town. Your best bet is probably to get back to your car and just drive to the police station (or at least up a hill or something until you get cell reception). As you round the corner, though, you stop in your tracks. Half a dozen zombies have piled out of the spaghetti place and are now milling about in front of your car. Zombie loiterers? One of them is even climbing on the hood and appears to be to licking the windshield.

What the..? Do Toyota Celicas taste like brains or something?

None of these zombies seem very focused—if you’re clever and quick enough, you may be able to get past them and into your car. On the other hand, you don’t want to find out what happens if you’re not quite as quick or clever as you think.

If you try to get to your car (blech—you just had it washed, too!), turn to page 80.

You just ran from one zombie—if you can’t imagine what would make you want to take on six, turn to page 37.

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