Description

You are a stuffed rabbit and it is the end-of the planet. Between security and you are forty or fifty ­zombies gorging ­themselves about the skin of the living. In the event that you disguise yourself together of these and attempt to slip after dark feeding frenzy, flip to page 183. Flip-out, in the event that you get a tire iron and get medieval on the underworld bottoms, turn to page 11.