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it?” The character asked.
    “We’re in trouble.”
    “It’s a snow blower, right?”
    “An industrial sized one. It probably cleared off entire parking lots in its other lifetime,” Eric paused, “The problem is -”
    The snow blower crashed into the passenger side of the truck and the truck swayed from the impact, but didn’t roll over. The noise of the snow blower died.
    Seconds later the truck started to get impacted, as bodies, one after another, slammed into it. The truck started to not only move off its spot, but started to tilt. The bodies kept hitting the truck, thud, thud, thud, they went, more impacts, multiple impacts. The force of those bodies was going to push the truck over. It was inevitable
    Eric finished his sentence. “The problem is this. The zombie running the snow blower is clearing a path as he goes. This path has allowed the zombies, who can’t figure out the snow, an easy walk to get to us. There must be hundreds out there with more coming in the distance. All they have to do is get to the path.” The truck tilted and groaned. Eric started rounding up weapons and supplies, throwing them crudely in his backpack, and getting ready for the path into the snow. “We need to move and we need to go out the driver’s side door. Are you ready?”
    “Yes,” the character replied.
    Eric opened the carrier, and the cat ran inside. Most wouldn’t, but it knew better than to dilly dally. Eric scrambled into the cab as the truck groaned from the impacts and tilted, the springs screeched their disapproval.
    Eric made his way to the door and dropped the carrier down into the snow. The truck tilted further, more impacts, the spike in the door was now the only thing holding the truck up. Eric could hear the spike starting to separate, screeching softly as it pulled free from its weld.
    The character appeared behind him, holding onto what he could in order for support as the truck continued to tilt further with each impact.
    The cat meowed as it sat in the snow and waited to go.
    “You sure you’re ready?” Eric asked, pistol in hand, backpack on his back.
    “Sure,” the character replied, shotgun in hand.
    Eric shimmied out the window and jumped down into the snow. Once on the ground, he fired a couple of clean shots into a few zombies who were treading their way ever so slowly towards them. He picked up the carrier and started making his way towards the woods.
    The character jumped out the window and was about to move when the truck tilted for the last time. The spike broke free with a metallic rip, and the truck started to fall. The character froze on the spot as the truck came crashing down on its side in a cloud of snow and debris
    Eric, who had lost so much already, couldn’t believe he had lost someone else in this world. He hung his head as the cat meowed in the carrier. “So long my friend.”
    Eric watched the zombies moving towards him and decided he better move. He fired off the remaining bullets in his gun and took out about three of them. He then turned and ran, making his way deeper into the woods.

Together 2
    The character (still clothed in what he was wearing in the last story – not naked like the first time he appeared here – not sure why) came crashing out of the zombie door and rolled across the floor until he came to a hard stop against the wall. He lay there a moment, catching his breath, letting the warmth of the room return heat to the cells of his body. He couldn’t believe that he had just learned what it was like to die.
    The zombie door flashed out, and now there were 9 doors left.
    The character stood up and dusted off the snow, checking his body for any signs of mortal damage. It wasn’t every day that you got crushed by a truck and lived to tell about it.
    He looked around the round room, and his heart sank. He was back where he started before he went into the zombie story, which was good and bad, good because he hadn’t died, and bad because he was back to