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You find a letter on the table. ---- "I'm writing this account because I fear our last days are ahead. If someone reads this, at least they will know what became of us. We've been trapped here for the last 3 months, and several crew members have lost their sanity. Dennis Shuford stole several boxes of supplies including most of our food, and ran off. He is surely dead by now and we have exhausted our food stock. Bill has proclaimed himself a "Master of the Realm of the Dead" and ventures outside to kill zombies with a rubber chicken tied to his head. I suspect he won't last long either. Mark and I have decided to go out together in search of the food Dennis took. I pray we return. -Perry Wilson" |