[ it's not hard to tell from afar that the convenience store has been ransacked left, right, and center. all of its windows have been broken, meaning there's an abundance of glass shards sprinkled all over the pavement like confetti, so watch your step. on closer inspection, it looks like an attempt was made to barricade the front door shut, but it wasn't nearly enough to stop the hungry hungry zombies™ from breaking, entering, & feasting. ]
[ inside, it looks like the bull from the china shop metaphor dropped by... blindfolded. most of the other shelves are in pieces, but there are a couple that are just fallen or crushed. not that it really matters, because the merchandise is all over the floor. each step is causes an ungodly amount of noise... the crunch of a can, the crinkle of a bag, or the crack of a container. it's a good thing you're not trying to be quie- oh! oh shit!!! ]
[ . . . ]
[ to the back of the conbini is a door that's been torn off its hinges, a couple of damaged planks hastily boarded to the doorway in an attempt to prevent anyone and anything from getting through. they tried, they failed, and they died. blood streaks the floor in a storage room turned office space, a mutilated corpse slumped at a desk with a cracked monitor broadcasting the EMERGENCY ALERT SYSTEM on repeat. though the colorful flashing IS annoying it eventually catches the partially hidden exit sign tucked behind a mountain of cardboard boxes. it does also reveal a figure ( or two or three ) in the hall, so you better get moving. ]
The Combini
[ it's not hard to tell from afar that the convenience store has been ransacked left, right, and center. all of its windows have been broken, meaning there's an abundance of glass shards sprinkled all over the pavement like confetti, so watch your step. on closer inspection, it looks like an attempt was made to barricade the front door shut, but it wasn't nearly enough to stop the hungry hungry zombies™ from breaking, entering, & feasting. ]
[ inside, it looks like the bull from the china shop metaphor dropped by... blindfolded. most of the other shelves are in pieces, but there are a couple that are just fallen or crushed. not that it really matters, because the merchandise is all over the floor. each step is causes an ungodly amount of noise... the crunch of a can, the crinkle of a bag, or the crack of a container. it's a good thing you're not trying to be quie- oh! oh shit!!! ]
[ . . . ]
[ to the back of the conbini is a door that's been torn off its hinges, a couple of damaged planks hastily boarded to the doorway in an attempt to prevent anyone and anything from getting through. they tried, they failed, and they died. blood streaks the floor in a storage room turned office space, a mutilated corpse slumped at a desk with a cracked monitor broadcasting the EMERGENCY ALERT SYSTEM on repeat. though the colorful flashing IS annoying it eventually catches the partially hidden exit sign tucked behind a mountain of cardboard boxes. it does also reveal a figure ( or two or three ) in the hall, so you better get moving. ]