Gary closed the door back before he did anything else. It may not keep the level one's out for long, but it would buy him some time. After he had secured the door he walked over towards a cabinet leaning over a counter with a sink. "I hope this what I think it is..." He said to himself as he opened it. Just as he suspected there were some bandages and rubbing alcohol on the bottom shelf. He could hardly believe his luck... not only had he found a reliable weapon, but also had the good fortune to take refuge in a doctors office not unlike his own. He took off his coat and applied the rubbing alcohol to the wound. It wouldn't stop bleeding right away, but at least it wouldn't become infected. He wrapped the wound carefully and put his coat back on just as the level one's outside began banging on the door. He had finish dressing his wound just in time. He put the bandages and the rubbing alcohol into his pockets and picked up his pipe. He threw the door open and made short work of the level one's, they never even saw him coming. After leaving his foes smashed bodies to decorate the hallway he walked onwards towards the parking garage. He braced himself for whatever was behind the door in front of him and opened it. He had indeed reached his destination, yet something was wrong. Upon checking a nearby sign he found out just what he had overlooked. He was on level 1-D. His car had been parked on level 2-D, one level up. "Dammit..." He cursed as he took another quick look around. The were few cars on this level and, even better, no zombies. He could just walk out the main entrance to his right and continue on foot... or head to his left and try to get to his car.
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