>>6047457The lights cut out. You stand in pitch darkness, alone now.
The air vents have stopped blowing. The distant sound of the generator is gone. You hear metalic crashes from somewhere further off in the compound, the sound of something large collapsing, a mechanical grinding sound, and nothing.
Outside you can hear the wailing and moaning of the horde of ghouls in the yard, reaching over the silence.
You call out, recieving no answer.
Fumbling around, you trip over something and fall on your back. Your head and eyes hurt when you open your eyes again in the dark. You don't know suddenly, how long you've been laying there on the ground. Maybe minutes or maybe longer. You can feel the cool concrete floor, and you sit yourself up.
Slowly standing, and balanced, you check your pockets front and back for a penlight or even a match.
[Final digits determine your luck in finding a light source] Pass = 8-0
