You grab the shotgun, load it up and fire.
You keep firing and reloading like there's no tomorrow. You make swiss cheese of the front door and take out all the deadites that were trying to break in.
You plop down in the chair to rest and reload. You'll need to go back down into the fruit cellar to get the book of the dead but you had to get up here and take these guys out!
As you walk to go back down the cellar you come face to face with a deadite. He must have come through the back door!
BLAM! You shoot him down onto the floor. You blast off his head, just to make sure.
As you reload you hear voices from behind.
"There's the one."
"Thinks he can stop us?"
"Join us!"
"We shall live again!"
"Let's get him!."
You turn around to the door and see twenty deadites peering in at you through the holes you left in the wall.
"Look! There he is!"
You spin around to see five more coming from behind! They've broken in, and the holes you left in the front door leave another entry way for these monsters!
BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM!
You shoot and reload with fury and take out the legions of deadites that charge into the center of the cabin. The ones that get by the bullets you club to death with the end of your gun.
The insistent pounding broke down the back door. Now deadites are flowing like water. You use your extra ammo and easily dispose of the oncoming zombies.
More pounding comes from the roof. You slay deadites left and right and soon the room is full of dead bodies. You are up to your socks in the dead and can't even move.
With another massive blow the ceiling caves in and six deadites crash down on atop of you.
They broke down the back door, the ceiling, the front door, they're tearing apart the cabin and they're getting the better of you!
You unload your shotgun on the deadites but there's just too damn many of them!
Their armies swarm the cabin and they finally reach you.
One deadite dives at your knees and takes out your legs. You fall face first into the dead bodies. You struggle to get up but a deadite holds you down. As you giht to break free another holds down your arms. Soon they pile up on top of you. One finds your shotgun and aims it down at you.
As you lay in a dog-pile of the dead you think to yourself that after all your technology, all the equipment, and all your ammo that you would end like this
What a sad perdicament to be in.
Don't worry Ash, you're not in it much longer. . . . For the deadite with your gun has found a clean shot, and as the bullet impacts into your brain and smears your skull across the cabin you finally get to rest.
What a sorry way to go: killed by your own gun.
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