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The TV, blaring warnings and despair, would be more distracting if there wasn't mutated flesh and bone clawing at the freshly broken window of your room. Every thought begins and dies at an unfathomable rate. Screams of terror echo in the distance as the chaos engulfs your mind. Where should you hide? Who should you trust? How will you survive?

Pack up your brupple bag fellow Glubilinskis! Adventure awaits!