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Dying didn't seem like a good idea. Not dying, however, seemed like the best idea I ever had. So I moved on, continuing down the street, not stopping and continuing to move forwards at something vaguely resembling a pathetic limp, although at least my leg was holding up well enough that it wasn't really that pathetic at all come to mention it, although I was limping.
Deciding that being surrounded by zombies was not a good way to accomplish my goals of not being dead or undead or any variation on the terms of dead except for not, I picked up the pace to the fastest I could move without experiencing too much pain. My gunshots had certainly attracted some attention though, fortunately there weren't any more runners. My hands were shaking. Needed to remain calm. Wasn't like the zombie infection was spread through bites, anyway, right? Maybe that's not how it worked? Maybe I was immune? Maybe I was developing a keen grasp of wishful thinking?
Either way, giving up wouldn't help.
You are suffering from a leg injury, slowing your movement, and somewhat panicking. Not that you can really blame Alex for it though.
CHOICES:
a) Keep pushing on forwards, through the zombies.
b) Hole up in a nearby building and do something for your leg.
Propose some form of medical treatment for your leg. You've got (in your bag) stitches/sutures, bandages, antiseptic, splints, painkillers, matches and various other gear. Or you could just leave it.
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Dying didn't seem like a good idea. Not dying, however, seemed like the best idea I ever had. So I moved on, continuing down the street, not stopping and continuing to move forwards at something vaguely resembling a pathetic limp, although at least my leg was holding up well enough that it wasn't really that pathetic at all come to mention it, although I was limping.
Deciding that being surrounded by zombies was not a good way to accomplish my goals of not being dead or undead or any variation on the terms of dead except for not, I picked up the pace to the fastest I could move without experiencing too much pain. My gunshots had certainly attracted some attention though, fortunately there weren't any more runners. My hands were shaking. Needed to remain calm. Wasn't like the zombie infection was spread through bites, anyway, right? Maybe that's not how it worked? Maybe I was immune? Maybe I was developing a keen grasp of wishful thinking?
Either way, giving up wouldn't help.
You are suffering from a leg injury, slowing your movement, and somewhat panicking. Not that you can really blame Alex for it though.
CHOICES:
a) Keep pushing on forwards, through the zombies.
b) Hole up in a nearby building and do something for your leg.
Propose some form of medical treatment for your leg. You've got (in your bag) stitches/sutures, bandages, antiseptic, splints, painkillers, matches and various other gear. Or you could just leave it.