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I'm driving through the city with someone else in the car, looking for a car wash. But I can't seem to make it happen and clean my car from the ages of dirt: traffic is very difficult, everything is dug up, some kind of repairs, traffic lights...
I see a zombie girl in sportswear running alongside us. It's clear that we've been participating in a race all this time. Now there's no time for car washes and other pit stops; it's better to win with a dirty car than to lose with a clean one... But you can't just outrun a zombie, she's running tirelessly – and "my friend" and I are stuck at every traffic light for a long time. But never mind, we'll fight.
I tell "my friend" that we need to cut through a residential building, otherwise we won't make it, but he should know the route. Floor the pedal, accelerate, we crash into the huge wooden gates, which, as everyone knows, are on the ground floor of any Soviet high-rise building – we rush through the corridors, drifting, and burst out on the other side.
The last turn. We've just caught up with the zombie girl, and on the straight stretch, we should be able to overtake her, she's better at turns... Or not? You think you understand that logic is on your side, but something still feels off, what kind of trap will appear?!
The atmosphere is building, some drums are beating a rhythm, and the zombie, confidently striding in time with the rhythm, with a smirk, approaches the turn, which we are also approaching.
Acceleration and – oh my god, we're first! No joke, we took the lead and won gold, against all expectations!! Oh, that intoxicating, sweet feeling of victory. I had a dream about it not long after the end of the last Mafia game, so I felt something similar. I wish I had such dreams more often.
I see a zombie girl in sportswear running alongside us. It's clear that we've been participating in a race all this time. Now there's no time for car washes and other pit stops; it's better to win with a dirty car than to lose with a clean one... But you can't just outrun a zombie, she's running tirelessly – and "my friend" and I are stuck at every traffic light for a long time. But never mind, we'll fight.
I tell "my friend" that we need to cut through a residential building, otherwise we won't make it, but he should know the route. Floor the pedal, accelerate, we crash into the huge wooden gates, which, as everyone knows, are on the ground floor of any Soviet high-rise building – we rush through the corridors, drifting, and burst out on the other side.
The last turn. We've just caught up with the zombie girl, and on the straight stretch, we should be able to overtake her, she's better at turns... Or not? You think you understand that logic is on your side, but something still feels off, what kind of trap will appear?!
The atmosphere is building, some drums are beating a rhythm, and the zombie, confidently striding in time with the rhythm, with a smirk, approaches the turn, which we are also approaching.
Acceleration and – oh my god, we're first! No joke, we took the lead and won gold, against all expectations!! Oh, that intoxicating, sweet feeling of victory. I had a dream about it not long after the end of the last Mafia game, so I felt something similar. I wish I had such dreams more often.