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The three zombies leap and swat at the girl who cries and leans against the tree calling for anyone to help. Each scream riles the trio below. All three are dressed as campers in shorts and tank tops, their skin gray and cracked. One stands on two stubs, apparently having both legs amputated, but it claws at the tree, digging forked fingernails into the bark.

The girl's face is long and drawn, and her arms are jittery as she moves. She is breathing rapidly and eyes are drooping.

On the ground twenty feet away is a large, orange backpack. You duck behind a tree stump to figure out your next move.