nine zombies & twenty-eight dead bodies here...

You are standing outside Tarasius General Hospital, a tall concrete building with a curved roof. The building has been heavily barricaded - you can see no way to enter.

Somebody has spraypainted 1111 Field Hospital & Zombie Research Centre onto a wall.

There is a group of nine zombies here. You recognise Zalaran, MR PH33R, Wilma Rotten, Matador Fawkes and Donny Donowitz amongst them.

There are twenty-eight dead bodies here. Two of them smell strange. You recognise Doctor Redwall, George Ryman, Moroplovac, George Camero, Necrotic Bob, Arcady, zed8080, Pedoja, grandpabody, Thousands Knives, Look Im a doctor, Lothgar and Morgana Flynn 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. Morgana Flynn's skin shivers for a moment, and the contents of the syringe begin their slow, molecular work.