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You climb down the catwalk and rush to the front of the Sanctuary. Before you reach the doors, they buckle and crack. Shards of wood fly inward, and you crisscross your arms in front of your face for protection. Zombies stream into the Sanctuary, their distorted limbs swaying out like insect antennae. Mouths agape and slathering saliva, they careen forward and fill the Sanctuary.