You are standing outside the Butson Arms, a tall metal-and-glass building with boarded-up windows. Lights are on inside. There is a lone zombie here. It's vatgrownmeat.
There are four dead bodies here. You recognise Taronkov, BLOB 99 and Officer Kiddle amongst them.
There are four dead bodies here. You recognise Taronkov, BLOB 99 and Officer Kiddle amongst them.
Following standard procedures, you press the syringe into the back of the zombie's neck and pump the glittering serum into its brain and spinal cord.
There is a thin pneumatic hiss, and the zombie staggers forward, limbs shuddering, before slumping to the floor as if dead. vatgrownmeat's skin shivers for a moment, and the contents of the syringe begin their slow, molecular work.
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