Capt Rick Grimes's skin shivers for a moment

Since your last turn:

• You lost 1HP to your infection.

You stand up, a buzzing in your ears fading away as you do so. Adrenaline rushes unsteadily through your bloodstream.

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. Capt Rick Grimes's skin shivers for a moment, and the contents of the syringe begin their slow, molecular work.

You are standing outside the Blackmore Building, a derelict concrete building with arched windows. You recognise it as being owned by NecroTech. The building's doors have been secured.

Lights are on inside.

Somebody has spraypainted Blackmore Defecates Upon you RRF onto a wall.

There is a horde of thirty-five zombies here. You recognise Eat my poo and Far Traveller amongst them.

There are thirty-three dead bodies here. Fifteen of them smell strange. You recognise Doctor 21 amongst them.