It was in some kind of soviet bunker. I was with a group of scavengers. There were zombies all around. One of our people went to a chamber, which closed right after he entered. There were lots of zombies inside. He was some kind of chosen one, but I decided to just go away to my base. Looking at security camera I saw him fighting. Then I saw this from his perspective. I shoat a few zombies, but in the end they have killed me and... My perspective was brought back to my body in my home. I was working on a new level for some kind of game. Next day I was eating sandwiches for breakfast. It tasted great. I saw my brother came back from work in Switzerland. We were playing on xbox later that day. Next day I was again working on a level for that game, and played it for a while. I came back to my base, and started managing work orders on survivors.
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