What a strange night. Something’s not right here, and it’s best to move on.
But I can’t.
It turns out there’s another soldier down there, and he’s well armed. Nothing can pierce his metal plating—certainly not the bullets from my pathetic rifle. I need to get my hands on that armor if I’m going to level the playing field. It would make all the difference in the world.
This place is a test zone and I’m the rat trying to find the edges of the maze. Each passing moment I’m more and more convinced of it. Hopefully neither soldier has spotted me yet. I need to keep it that way or things will go badly for me. The key to all of this is the armor. I just need to figure out a way to coax it off them.
“Most likely the armor has a tracking mechanism,” says a voice in my head.
“Fine. Then I’ll tear it out,” I reply.
“And what if it encumbers you to the point that you can no longer outrun zombies?”
“I’m having a hard enough time outrunning them as it is. Eventually they’re going to catch up with me, with or without the armor.”
In the end it doesn’t matter. I’m gonna get my hands on that shiny, metal skin or die trying. It’s too good of an opportunity to pass up—a gift from the heavens that promises to keep me safe while I sleep. And good sleep is worth killing for.
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