Jack had wound up having a 3 day hangover while in Ruststone. Now he was cornered in the Platinum Palace, a local bar, with at least a dozen level 1 zombies filling up the nearby area. He had barricaded himself behind the bar counter, occasionally using a broken wine bottle to take out a zombie with quick precise jabs. He already had several close shaves already. "If this shit keeps up any longer, I'l be dead as my bitch grandma." he said to himself. He waited for several minutes after slashing a zombies chest open with a broken shard of glass. Suddenly,
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