Guys, ME3. That is all.
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Not exactly in the best position with the best chance of survival, I ran in the direction of where I assumed the Weirdly Disciplined Guys to be. Soon, piles of dead zombies started to point me in the right direction. After a few minutes, it hit me that I wasn't the only one running. Not even the only human running.
Fortunately, the Runners were ahead of me, and as the trail went cold for them and they slowed down, I managed to plant Oliver in the backs of both their skulls with minimal difficulty. Either those two were slow runners or the WDGs had a good head start, and I decided to acquire a new bicycle. This one quickly became Firefly.
The walking, brain dead drone zombies, while numerous, didn't have a clue how to react to me once I got going. Every now and again one would try and grab me, but I was moving fast enough that it wasn't an issue, and I had enough experience cycling to be able to avoid them as long as they weren't too packed together. Fortunately, the WDGs had cleared them out a bit, though cycling over dead bodies still wasn't really an option.
Eventually, I had to let Firefly go, and continue on foot. I'd travelled only about 5 or so blocks. Still, that was where I caught my first glimpse of the WDGs in a while. A young girl, obviously tackled to the ground and eaten, a group of bewildered zombies standing nearby. She had similar weapons to mine, a walkie-talkie and a machete.
Choices:
a) Kill the zombies, loot the body. (Gun or Oliver?)
b) Grab some stuff and run, don't stay to fight them.
c) Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimming swimming.