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You decide the abandoned asylum, as spooky as it may be, is a more suitable place for shelter. After all, the less populated a place is the less zombies it would probably attract.
You park the car and stare at the dilapatated old building. It looks like something out of a horror film. Over the fence the letters spell out
WALL CE J HNSON A SY UM FOR THE CR MINA LY INS NE
"Sounds creepy." One of the clowns says. After Freddy's...death, there are now five clowns including Bubba. The one who just spoke is tall and skinny with tufts of red hair on the sides of his head.
"Its not like there's anyone still in there." Your mother says. "And we're safe from the zombies for the time being."
In the distance, you hear a moan.
"Tell me that's the wind." You say.
"Lets not stay here and find out." Bubba says. You all agree and run up the long spiral that leads to the ruins of the Wallace Johnson Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
"Hellooo?" Stephen King calls out as he opens the door. The interiors are cold and empty, and his voice echos.
As the last clown enters the room, you bolt the door.
"Helloooo..." What you assume to be King's voice echoes back. Only it repeats itself a second time. And a third. This can't be good.
"Hellooooo?" King calls out again. Before you can hit him upside the head and tell him to shut the hell up, you see shadows coming down the hall.
The inmates are in charge of the asylum. Literally.
You guess that when the zombie outbreak occurred, the doctors fleed and left their patients inside. Which is all fine for them, but what are you going to do now?
The inmates are slowly walking towards your group. Their hair is unkempt, the eyes bloodshot and the mouths hanging open like deflated balloons.
"Don't make any sudden moves." You say.
"Gugggghhh!!!!!" One of the inmates screeches and runs toward your group. His straightjacket has come undone and his sleeves are flapping wildly. You realize what he's about to do a second before it happens.
He grabs a protesting Stephen King, slings him over his shoulder and runs back to the other maniacs who are now all hooting and hollering. Then they all run off down the hall.
"We've got to go." The tall clown from earlier says. "While they're occupied."
"We can't just leave King there!" You shout.
"Its too dangerous." Bubba says sadly. "We're easily outnumbered."
If you go to help Stephen King, turn to page 685.
If you decide to leave while its safe, turn to page 373.
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