You enter a small room. You look around, seeing nothing of importance. You see A cote rack with a complete set of cloths on it, including a mask, and a door. Probably set up by the same kid with the note book. You start to move towred the new door, when you here some thing. You look toward the coat rack. It stands there, with a dirty over coat, trench hat, mask, trousers and boots, all soiled. You can't actually SEE the rack, you just assumb... You study it more closely. Then you relies some thing: ThAt'S nOt A mAsK!. "it" lumbers toward you, drawing a knife. You pull out a pistol. "Freeze, or I'll shoot!" you scream(you always wanted to say that). He doesn't stop. You have no choice but to pull the trigger. It makes a neat little hole in it's chest. It's doesn't notice. It also isn't bleeding."The hell?"you think. You execute a side kick right into it's gut. It stumbles back and falls down. It's stomach caves in. It lays still. You quickly search the body (shut up) for ID. You wonder if this is the killer. You look at the body again . The stomach caved in. There is no blood where you shoot him. You think back and remember all the stories of zombies roaming the house. Could this be... Then a bad thought hits you. The murder victims. Three soilures
one teacher
one homeless
five high ranking NRA members

THAT was probably the bum. Now you'll have a lot of fun. Why?
Soldures: Propably armed with pistols, and very well trained.
NRA members: Oh, do I need to explain? GUNS! THEY HAVE GUNS!
You look to the door. You look down at your side arm. Let's start this party with a bang.

To pump the door full of holes before going in, click here.
To save your bullets, strut on throu here
To run like the wuss you are, wet your pants here