Screw it. Bird in the hand. You head south on I-35, away from the city as night falls.

Traffic is hell in the southbound lanes, as people flee Minneapolis. After a while the freeway jams up entirely, and you take an exit onto country backroads.

You drive for a few hours. In the dark countryside, you see the lights of distant towns wink out, one by one, as power grids fail. These zombies are seriously fucking things up.

Now you're almost out of gas. There's one small town far ahead with its lights still on. It's probably another fifteen miles. Hard to say if the car can get you that far. Just then you pass a farm house with its windows lit. The town might be a better safe haven... but there's no guarantee you'll reach it.

Options:


STOP AT THE FARM HOUSE

TRY TO REACH THE TOWN