You decide to stay and fight. You and Dave grab some tree branches
that are scattered on the floor and hold them up to the attacking
zombies. Bark and dirt go flying around the room, and just when you
think you are winning the fight you look down. Dave is on the floor,
moaning, a tree branch protruding from his stomach.
"Oh no" you cry out, and kneel beside your injured friend.
He raises his head and tells you to run away and save
yourself.....