Hours have passed, since you’ve fled the confines of the parking lot. You
being to afraid to stop, the fear of that beast. It’s been crying, scratching
upon the thin layer of steel that separates you from the outside world…
All is silent now, all is dead now, and all that is known is survival…Your
car runs out of gas and you are standing in the middle of a street. Located
within a small hamlet, in the crossroads between the living and the dead.
In the dead of night you reach the small hamlet of Wayne, you don’t know why
but you felt the need to be here. The last thing you heard from your mom was
that she was here. So now it begins.
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