An unknown part of town.

You find yourself trying to re-attach your arm to find nobody here. It's completely deserted.

The fighting stopped, With high pitched wails of plant celebration filling the air. Your comrades. . . Gone. . .

You tear up at strangers you've never met. Jerry, You both once fapped together the same time about the same plant girl. . . You said you felt unwell one time and Jerry was there to bumble his way to ask Zomboss to give you a day off. Which you somehow ended up getting. Sam, a newly turned recruit asking for your help on how to load his gun properly. . . You both laughed into the night while Jerry got his first (and last) Bulls-eye down the range. Names fly by your brain. Garry, Darren, Marcus. . . . Names you may never know.

You hear a drone wiz by. You duck into a corner as you try to make sense. You see the drone pass you. Just in time for you to re-attach your arm back. Great.

You limp your way into a store. You find multiple potential weapons to let you avenge your fallen brothers, Get away, or. . . perhaps make peace with the plants?