No time to waste. You have to send these bastards to their own dimension!

You start up your computer as you quickly flip to the missing pages and the back section of the Necronomicon.
The library on your computer has rough translations to all the symbols and text of The Book of the Dead.
You quickly reference the pieces that you're looking for.

Blow by blow the deadites get closer to knocking the door down.

"Found it!" You exclaim as you match one of the missing pages up to one of the Necronomicon's sheets.
You gaze at the information on your computer screen and back at the page just to make sure.

You start reciting the lines and hope you're translating it right.

"Soy llevo camisa azul. Conda." You feel like a dufus speaking the words but you gotta do what you gotta do.

BANG!

The door blows down and three deadite immediately come in the front.

Without even taking your eyes off the book you raise your gun and blow them away. "Tengo ganas de limpiar conda vesta." Nine deadites break down the windows, climb through the holes in the wall, and run through the door. You're forced to drop the book and take action.

You unload the shots into the oncoming zombies. As you're scrambling for more ammo a deadite smashes through a window and tackles you.

You both wrestle on the floor and you fight to gain freedom.

A three deadites charge towards you. As they run to jump in on the fight you grab the deadite on top of you by the throat and punch him in the forehead with your metal hand.
As you break free you dive for your shotgun. You reload quickly and blast off two shots.
You reload again and take care of another two deadites. As you go to reload once more you find yourself short of ammo. You check your pocket, you check the floor and as you go to check your bags four zombies tackle you and start punching.

You fight fiercely and break free from three of the deadites and you struggle with the last one. As you're about to defeat this last one a deadite sneaks up from behind you and smashes your computer monitor over your head.

You black out for a moment but are awakened quickly by the pounding of the fists of four deadites. Then six pairs of fists start beating on you. Soon enough a dozen deadites punch, kick and bite away at you.

With your last bit of energy you break your arm free and grab your shotgun. You squeeze the trigger right at the nose of one of the zombie bastards.
But alas, all you hear is the clicking of the empty barellel. The beating continues and you black out once more. . . but this time- for good.

You ran out of ammo, you ran out of time, but most of all you ran out of life.

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