You wake to bright twinkling lights. They hang in the sky in defiance of the ground, it seems, this cold and wet ground upon which you lie. Each and every one is different in its own sparkling way. What is <span class="mu-i">not</span> so different is the horde of shambling creatures around you- dozens, no, hundreds. They lurch and stumble across the grey pavement, groaning without purpose or cause and paying you no attention at all.

With a start you look down from your starry soiree and examine yourself. The body you see, however, is not quite the one your foggy mind is familiar with. Your left arm is disturbingly missing; shreds of flesh are torn from your torso. There's no way you could have survived injuries so severe- but how did you get them in the first place? Are you dead? Remembering is so hard.. and perhaps something from around here will prove useful to your recollection.


Taking a quick glance around, you note a smattering of the not-quite-motile dead all along the ground near you. Corpses are splayed out in rictus displays of terror, faces contorted in clenched-jaw screams and bodies covered with vicious-looking bite marks. There are a series of objects near them: some familiar, like gloves and shoes and an abandoned can of ravioli, and others not, like a strange long black object and a set of elongated glasses.

There's also the tall buildings stretching up to the heavens nearby. Irritatingly, you can't remember how to read but you <span class="mu-s">can</span> tell that there's writing on the exterior of this crowded area.


As you look about, you take a moment to close your eyes. <span class="mu-i">Something</span> is pulling on your mind, an ever present low humming that inundates your addled brain with tendrils of sound and feeling. You cover your ears- well, ear- with your single hand, but the sound is coming from inside your head, not without. Weird.


>Investigate the objects

>Examine the dead bodies more closely

>Try to interact with the strange feeling

>Write in