"Dude, these are the labs. There are no bitches here, you are going to DIE."

It's a shitty day on All Hallow's Eve. You and Lucy are making the rounds in the Lab, trying to snag as much high value equipment as possible before getting the hell outta dodge.

Unfortunately, it looks like the Scavs you just gunned down are getting back up again, and they ain't happy.

As is the fucking theme with this shit, I call upon my loyal platoon of subjects to tell me who the artist is.

Also, TW for death and zombies. If you're afraid of that.

Consider this my All Hallows Eve bot.