Johnny Zombie World War WU
4th Floor - Red Team
All Missions culminate in:
- Locating the vaccine (glow stick)
- Vaccine will have the instructions for the next mission on the QR code
- Carrier must carry the Baylor see through plastic backpack with the glow stick
- Once you have possession of all 4 vaccines, all glow sticks are to be delivered inside the backpack to the Lab (front lobby desk)
Mission 2 - 4th floor
Find a safe space to read the following letter!
My dearest Lucinda,
Hard times have come. It is with a heavy heart and great sorrow that I write you. Your brother is no longer with us in this mortal realm. He succumbed this past evening to the unnatural disease that has been plaguing our town and various others for quite some time now. The doctors haven’t the slightest idea what it is, but like all the other towns, they sealed his body in a reinforced casket and placed him in a spare cell at the jail. I’m afraid life as we know it is coming to an end. Passing by the jail (which has become tightly guarded these days), I could hear the cries from those creatures that are not natural to this world. It will only be so long before the jail fills up. New cases arise every week, and there is seemingly nothing the doctors or the townspeople can do to combat the transmission. I have begun to feel ill as of this morning, but I pray that it only be the common cold, for our sake and for the sake of our children.
There is hope, however. My cousin has informed me of an associate who claims to have isolated the disease. This associate is studying the pathology and methods of transmission, and is purported to have a distinct lead on how to end this plague once and for all. My cousin tells me that this associate of his has found refuge far away from here in Waco, Texas, in a residence called “University House,” in a room designated h-0ZI
Tell the associate that Rasputin sent you.
Truly yours,
Alcott
Proceed to the room
Find a safe space to read the following letter!
My dearest Lucinda,
Hard times have come. It is with a heavy heart and great sorrow that I write you. Your brother is no longer with us in this mortal realm. He succumbed this past evening to the unnatural disease that has been plaguing our town and various others for quite some time now. The doctors haven’t the slightest idea what it is, but like all the other towns, they sealed his body in a reinforced casket and placed him in a spare cell at the jail. I’m afraid life as we know it is coming to an end. Passing by the jail (which has become tightly guarded these days), I could hear the cries from those creatures that are not natural to this world. It will only be so long before the jail fills up. New cases arise every week, and there is seemingly nothing the doctors or the townspeople can do to combat the transmission. I have begun to feel ill as of this morning, but I pray that it only be the common cold, for our sake and for the sake of our children.
There is hope, however. My cousin has informed me of an associate who claims to have isolated the disease. This associate is studying the pathology and methods of transmission, and is purported to have a distinct lead on how to end this plague once and for all. My cousin tells me that this associate of his has found refuge far away from here in Waco, Texas, in a residence called “University House,” in a room designated h-0ZI
Tell the associate that Rasputin sent you.
Truly yours,
Alcott
Proceed to the room
