Small Cardboard Note

We thought the top floor would be safe. Zombies have a harder time getting upstairs, and we were able to pick them off with ease. But We weren't prepared for the gas... the smell.


It made us vomit, it made our eyes water, and it made Ethan go into convulsions. The whole third floor is covered in disgusting zombie splatter, and the gas seems to have suffused the walls themselves. We have to go.


What I wouldn't give for one working washing machine.