text: > Look around
  Shed (crawling)
  You are under an awning that forms a small shed against the back of the diner. A paved walk leads east around the building past the parking lot. Next to the shed, a door marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY" leads south.
  
  A tangle of cables emerges from amid the vents on the wall. The cables snake down to a backup power generator.
  
  You can also see your severed foot here.
  
  > Go east
  Parking Lot (crawling)
  A short drive from the southwest leads to this empty parking lot. The mountainside is choked with shrubs, obscuring the view of the road from here.
  
  Blinds in the windows prevent you from seeing inside the diner to the west. A paved walk leads northwest around the back of the building.
  
  Inching along with a twisting, flexing motion, your foot arrives from the back entrance of the diner. It has returned to its owner.
  
  > Go east
  Pile-up (crawling)
  The road curves to the north here around a steep cliff. Dead ahead is the scene of a horrific accident - four or five cars are smashed together. Behind the pile-up is another wreck: lying on its side, blocking the entire road, is the carcass of a school bus.
  
  Several more cars seem to have stopped short of the accident scene. Most are stripped-down or rusted beyond recognition, but a large, boxy blue sedan looks more recent.
  
  Your severed foot arrives from the west.
  
  > look at the sedan
  It's an old Dodge. Light blue, scratched and dusty, but still in decent shape. The doors and windows are locked, but the gas cap for the sedan's tank is open.
  
  > examine the bus
  Straining to see through the smashed windows to the darkness inside, it looks like there's plenty of bodily fluids staining the seats. Maybe a few limbs too.
  
  > put the pump in the sedan
  You insert the siphon pump into the sedan's gas tank.
  
  > put the pump in the can
  You insert the siphon pump into the nozzle. Now the pump connects it to the sedan's gas tank.
  
  > Pump pump
  You start to squeeze the bulb, but it feels too stiff. It's dried out and beginning to crack - any further squeezing would probably break it.
  
  > take pump
  (Removing the end of the siphon pump from the gas can)
  (Removing the end of the siphon pump from the sedan's gas tank)
  Taken.
  
  > Spit
  What do you want to spit?
  
  > get in the bus
  You work your way through the wreckage towards the schoolbus. There's definitely something moving around underneath. You crouch down and reach your hand in. Something grabs it and pulls you forward. It's a small hand, and in the shadows you make out a blanched round face, and then several others. More hands grab your limbs, pulling them in different directions, then tiny teeth nip at your flesh as fingernails pry at your skull.
  
  In a moment, you're opened wide and icicles of hurt shoot from your head through your paralyzed body. As the children scoop out your brains, you become disoriented, but your consciousness of the pain never fades...
  
  > put the pump in the mouth
  You grip the siphon pump between your teeth.
  
  > Spit pump
  You spit the siphon pump out onto the ground. It's a little slimy now, but still usable.
  
  > examine the pump
  Two flexible plastic tubes connect to either end of a black rubber squeeze bulb.
  
  > attach the pump to the sedan
  You might as well just drop the siphon pump.
  
  > look at the sedan
  It's an old Dodge. Light blue, scratched and dusty, but still in decent shape. The doors and windows are locked, but the gas cap for the sedan's tank is open.
  
  > put pump in the tank
  You insert the siphon pump into the sedan's gas tank.
  
  > suck on the pump
  You suck hard. Nothing comes. Then, very quickly, the gasoline rises through the pump and shoots into your mouth. You gag, but the fumes give you momentary relief from the pounding in your head.
  
  You are now holding the pump in your mouth to keep the gasoline from flowing out again.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  In one hand you have a gas can. The other hand is free. You're holding a full siphon pump in your teeth.
  
  > Blow pump
  I didn't understand that. Try rephrasing your command another way.
  
  > put the pump in the can
  (first removing the pump from your mouth)
  You insert the pump into the nozzle and the tubes take on a comfortable chill as gasoline flows through them. Soon the flow stops and air bubbles back into the pump.
  
  A tattered orthopedic shoe crunches by your ear. You twist your head around and look up.
  
  "Oh, I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to startle you!" says the kindly old nun looking down at you.
  
  > put the gas in the can
  (the sedan's gas tank in the gas can)
  That already has one end of the pump in it.
  
  > examine nun
  A smiling woman in her seventies, the old nun looks quite dignified in her purple dress. The fact that one eye is missing and a dark purple ooze stains her plain white veil and flows out from where her left ear should be does nothing to reduce her appearance of grace and goodwill. A rosary made of irregular white beads hangs from her waist. She's smiling at you cheerfully.
  
  > examine the rosary
  The rosary has a loop of five decades, or sets of of ten beads, with a single bead separating each decade from the next. A string of four more beads hangs from the loop, with a crucifix at the end. Every bead represents a prayer. You know how to pray the rosary, and when you were alive you used one to calm down. This one appears to be made of cavity-riddled teeth hooked together with small pieces of wire.
  
  "Isn't this a lovely rosary? Would you like to have it?" She holds it out to you.
  
  > ask the nun for rosary
  You ask the old nun for the rosary.
  
  "Go ahead, take it," she offers.
  
  > Pray
  Your fingers are too spastic to do the rosary one-handed. You'll have to put the gas can down first.
  
  > Full gas can
  You mumble something almost comprehensible about the gas can.
  
  "Well, if you change your mind, you can have it," the old nun replies.
  
  > Pray
  You hold the rosary in your hands, counting off beads with your fingers. You start with the cross on the end, making the sign of the cross and praying the Apostle's Creed. At the first bead you say the Lord's Prayer, and then a Hail Mary on each of the next three.
  
  > Pray
  You enter the loop, which contains five strings of ten beads, each with a single bead in between. Meditating on the Resurrection, you say an Our Father and ten Hail Marys.
  
  > Pray
  You contemplate Pentecost, the time when The Holy Spirit descended on the apostles in tongues of fire. You say an Our Father and ten more Hail Marys.
  
  > Pray
  You complete the last decade of the rosary. The fifth mystery is the Coronation of Mary, Queen of Heaven. At the end you pray:
  
  "Hail, Holy Queen, mother of mercy,
  our life, our sweetness and our hope.
  To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve
  To thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this vale
  of tears.
  Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward
  us,
  and after this our exile, show us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
  O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.
  Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God, that we may be made worthy of
  the promises of Christ."
  
  Or at least that's how it goes in your head. The actual sound you make is more like "Fghh hu arhl hrh cluh thghhl."
  
  > eat nun
  You reach for her greedily but she stops your arm, holding it with an iron grip. "Dear me, child," she says. "If you want something, you ought to ask nicely."
  
  > ask the nun for the brains
  "BRAAI--" you begin, but the old nun interrupts. "Hush now! You'll startle those creatures under the bus."
  
  The old nun looks you over gravely. "You're in very bad shape, my friend. Very bad. I wish I could help you. I'd even give you my own brain, if it were enough. But I don't think you'd have the strength to escape without eating more than that," she says. "Go find yourself some more brains to eat, and maybe I'll be able to help you then."
  
  > fill the gas can
  (from the blue sedan)
  That already has one end of the pump in it.
  
  > Examine can
  It sloshes heavily.
  
  One end of the siphon pump is sticking into the opening.
  
  "I see you got some gasoline out of my old clunker here," the old nun observes. "I hope it can be of use to you, and do please let me know if there's anything else I can help you with," she says.
  
  > drink the gas
  (the gas can)
  The gas can has the siphon pump in it.
  
  > take pump
  (Removing the end of the siphon pump from the gas can)
  (Removing the end of the siphon pump from the sedan's gas tank)
  Taken.
  
  > take the can
  Your hands are full.
  
  > drop the pump
  Dropped.
  
  > take the can
  Taken.
  
  > Go northeast
  Parking Lot (crawling)
  A short drive from the southwest leads to this empty parking lot. The mountainside is choked with shrubs, obscuring the view of the road from here.
  
  Blinds in the windows prevent you from seeing inside the diner to the west. A paved walk leads northwest around the back of the building.
  
  Your severed foot arrives from the front of the diner.
  
  > Go northwest
  Shed (crawling)
  You are under an awning that forms a small shed against the back of the diner. A paved walk leads east around the building past the parking lot. Next to the shed, a door marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY" leads south.
  
  A tangle of cables emerges from amid the vents on the wall. The cables snake down to a backup power generator.
  
  Your severed foot arrives from the parking lot.
  
  > fill the opening with the can
  You insert the nozzle into the intake and gasoline glugs in. You pull it out again.
  
  > pull cord
  You pull on the cord and you hear a couple of bangs as the engine turns over. You try again and the lawnmower roars to a start. Wow, that noise is loud - it makes everything shake.
  
  > look at lawnmower
  It's old, rusty, and heavy, but it might make a decent weapon if
  you gave it a really good swing.
  
  Lawnmower?
  
  Damn. Forgot you were dead again.
  
  > About you
  Your hand isn't quite as firmly attached to your arm as it ought to be, and you are missing a foot. You have eaten a last piece of your friend Jim's brains. A sledgehammer-like rhythm pounds its way from the back of your skull towards your eyeballs, but it only hurts about five times as much as the worst headache you ever experienced while alive.