It was supposed to be a routine scavenging mission for MARMITE and PEGLEG, two hardened survivors just trying to eke out an existence in the zombie-infested wasteland of Scum. But when their scout reported an intact house on the edge of the city, the duo knew they had to investigate.
“Could be supplies, could be a death trap,” PEGLEG muttered as they approached the dilapidated structure, its windows boarded up and overgrown vines crawling up the sides. “Either way, we need what’s inside.”
MARMITE gripped his crowbar tightly, eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. “Stay sharp. This place gives me the creeps.”
With a deep breath, the two pushed open the front door and stepped inside, the floorboards creaking ominously beneath their feet. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and shadows seemed to shift in the corners of their vision.
“Alright, let’s make this quick,” PEGLEG said, pulling a torch from his pack. “I’ll take the upstairs, you check down here. Holler if you find anything useful…or if you run into trouble.”
MARMITE nodded, steeling herself for whatever horrors might be lurking in the Halloween house of horrors. This was just another day in the life of a Scum survivor. Time to get to work.