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Trapped in the belly of an old Factory. You scratch to stay alive. The darkness is overwhelming you, and the stench is even worse. But your senses have only begun to realize the horror that walks within these walls. Just around the next corner lies a clan of the undead. Soul sucking, flesh eating, zombified goons, that were turned cannibal by a chemical spill in the factory. If you can make it to the ammo closet where the rifles are stored, you just might have a shot at living. Blast your way through the hordes of killers, and out of these endless twisting halls.
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