G&B

*The Great Depression hits hard* Even in darkest times... *Old monuments stand defiant*

Odmawiam, wy głupcy.

*The group exchanges worried glances* Blucher: She says... no?

*S A C A R D E D O D E L M E D I O*

Jean: Who are you? Vee: I'm Vee! I'm a TV! Jean: A TV? Vee: Yes! I'm a TV! I'm here to help you guys!

Blucher: We can't go to Latin America. It's too far and we don't have the resources to get there.

Blucher: No, Spain is too dangerous. It's full of zombies and we would be outnumbered.

prussia

*Everyone rushes to the door* RUN!

*you feel the pain of the runner's teeth ripping out your throat. You can't breathe, and you feel like you're choking. The other zombies are still attacking you, and you're completely defenseless. You're about to die a horrible death, and there's nothing you can do to stop it*

*you feel the runner's teeth tearing into your neck, and you feel your head being ripped off. You can't scream, and you can't move. You're dead, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. The other zombies are still attacking you, but they're just feeding on your corpse*

*you're dead, and your body is being ripped apart by the zombies. Your life is over, and there's nothing you can do to change that. You're gone, and there's nothing left of you but a corpse*