Hoboken Steve 2 2 2
From Create Your Own Story
You make your way to the second level of the parking garage, where you quickly locate your shiny Pontiac. You ease down the ramp and onto the street, where the scents of garbage and cologne are particularly strong. You drive down Craqbaby Avenue towards downtown, where you apartment is.
Momentarily, you arrive in front of the decrepit apartment building which you call home, pulling down a large alleyway to the tenant parking. On your way to the front of the building, you pass an overflowing dumpster and a couple of junkies, but you don't stop to play around. You've got to secure your residence before the undead menace becomes too serious!
After you climb up the staircase to floor 14, you walk down the hall and finally enter your room: number 287. You lock the door behind you. Looking around your one-room apartment, you realise that there's not much to barricade anything with. All you've got is a mattress - just a mattress, a roachy sofa, a 20-inch tube television, a minifridge full of cheap booze and toast, and your collection of Meiji samurai swords. Not only must you concern yourself with your door, which is flimsy enough for a strong person to bust down with relative ease, but also your window, which is accessible from the fire-escape outside.
Why do you have a collection of samurai swords? I don't know. Just get to work, rummy.
