I sit on my bed chuckling dryly. A crazy peaks its head around and I remove the burdensome head from its neck with a large calibre bullet. I step out of my room again, not sure about whether or not I'm dreaming. There are so many of them. A blow to the back of the neck assures me I'm conscious and I turn and fire my R700 into a chest, removing its contents. What fun.
"I can't get any sleep and I'm pissed off," I say to myself. I have to get outside. But first...
I throw a pipe bomb down the hall as three crazies come barreling down toward me. They disappeared in a fireball.
I meet the group outside. Or most of them. "Wh-where's Keith and the new kid?" I stammer.
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