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Rosa: "Quickly. Up.
I will shoot the truck."

Eigla: "Gott befiehlt!"

Rosa: "Deus Vult!"

The girls share a moment of deep spiritual connection through their mutual crusading interests. Eigla loses one point of Madness.

Rosa feels her bond with Eigla deepening. She feels like she could change the type of her Fetter towards her, if she so wanted!

Klimt:"I don't understand what they are saying...
Emilia, come up with me!"

The group quickly clambers along the crane's boom, Klimt having to mostly carry Emilia since her spindly arms are ill-suited for climbing. Once you've made the somewhat perilous jump to the upper floor, Rosa pulls out her rifle and aims at the truck's main hydraulic piston. With a single shot she manages to puncture it, and the boom slowly folds downwards, just as the first zombies were managing to reach it.

The undead horde moans and flails at you from below, but is thankfully unable to follow. Finally, a moment's rest!

You are in another vast space concrete chamber, though this time with a considerably lower roof. Cars of many sorts are parked here, from small civilian ones to police cars and army jeeps. No sign of their drivers, however. There are more signs painted on the floor. A few say EXIT, pointing towards the broken lift shaft, while another says... S A IM? S A UM? The letters are far too faded to make out.

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Klimt sits down, taking out the Flesh he'd gathered. Should be enough for repairs, hopefully...

First, his back. Using a piece of broken glass, he digs out the zombie teeth stuck between his vertebrae, then cuts a scrap piece of muscle and skin roughly to size. Pressing it against the gaping would, he pins it into place with sharp tentacles. Within a minute or two, the patch has adhered firmly, and he can stretch with only minimal stiffness.

His entrails are a bit harder. It takes him a while to separate the necessary organs, then figure out in which order they'd go in. Afterwards, it becomes a tedious ritual of locating the appropriate blood vessel/tube/squiggly thing inside his chest cavity, sewing it to the organ with a strand of tentacle flesh, then waiting until the connection becomes reasonably firm.
He's pretty sure he never went to medical school, but somehow it doesn't seem too difficult. Almost like repairing his body was instinctive behaviour. When he's done, all that remains is an ugly gash across his chest. Sooner or later he'd need to find some staples to close it up, but for now it'd do. He uses up 3 spare Flesh.

His new stomach growls loudly. Seems like the zombie he took it from was starved, as well. He finds himself salivating, thinking of fresh meat. Trying to take his mind off it, he absentmindedly follows the faded sign.

After a couple minutes of walking, Klimt comes upon a set of large doors on the room's wall, leading to a long row of escalators. Some of the ones going up are still working, albeit jerkily and slowly. You don't know where they lead, but you see light coming from above.


Eigla walks to a nearby army jeep, tries the door and, finding it locked, smashes through a side window, then unlocks it from the inside. The seats seem quite badly rotted, and there's a general musty smell on the inside. How long has this thing been here?
No keys on the contact, but she has vague memories of how hotwiring works. She removes an access panel under the steering wheel, pulls out the appropriate wires, and... Nothing.

Seems like the battery's dead.

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Klimt: "Friends! There's light over there."

Klimt goes up the escalator, quickly followed by Emilia and then Rosa. Eigla takes a moment to pop over the car's trunk, looking for useful loot.

Rusty tire irons, cobwebs, the fossilized remains of a ham sandwich... Huh, there's a reasonably sharp flip knife in there. She pockets it, then follows the rest of the group.

At the top of the escalators, there's a long, wide hallway. Light seems to be coming from a set of double doors on the far end of it, past some rubble and the remains of old turnstiles. Without thinking, Klimt continues to move forwards, drawn by some forgotten urge, and opens the doors.

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Klimt comes back to his senses, after having been temporarily blinded by the afternoon sun. The rest of the group, shielding their eyes, walks through the door behind him.

You are standing on the inner edge of a huge, circular building - like the colosseums of old - surrounded by hundreds, thousands of empty seats. Part of the seating area seems to have collapsed, and even more is covered by shoddy sheet metal hovels and towers, but even then there's enough space for more people than you can image. The arena seems to once have been covered by a flexible roof, but its torn remains now hang like stained flags from the pylons up above, leaving the whole area bathed in the reddish tint of sunset.

Below, in the center of it all, lies a large open field of blood-stained mud. You can't see very well due to how far it is, but there seems to be some sort of fight going on there. From a tunnel on the edge of the field, a small group of ghouls shambles in to join the fray.

You hear the whine of an electrical system, and, looking up, realise there's a huge, dilapidated screen hanging above you, images of the conflict being displayed onto it. The large number of dead pixels makes it hard to understand what's going on, but you seem to be looking at a red-haired girl fending off the slow stream of undead with a chainsaw.

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