[ ...Your cell door was finally open. After months, weeks and days worth of sitting in an understimulating, empty cell, being able to do nothing but recieve notes from various people, informing you on just how fucked society was because of this virus.. you longed for escape for so long, and finally you had the chance. Your friend died trying to rescue you just now.. and now you were sitting here reading an almost frantic note trying to convince you to stay in your cell by the one and only Dr. Money himself. 'NOW, YOUR CELL DOOR MAY BE OPEN...' the note read, 'BUT WHAT DO YOU THINK LEAVING WOULD ACCOMPLISH? THIS TOWN IS DEAD. YOU AND I ARE THE LAST ONES HERE.' Reading these notes, you felt a sense of melancholy start to bubble up inside of you. Every last human, gone. 'THE BACKUP GENERATOR ONLY HAS ENERGY FOR THOSE RED LIGHTS, SO THE DOOR IS UNLOCKED NOW. JUST STAY IN YOUR CELL. I WILL SEND SOMEONE TO FIX THE GENERATOR FOR YOU, YOU WONT HAVE TO WITNESS THE HORRORS OUTSIDE. YOU WILL BE SAFE FROM THE VIRUS. YOU WILL GET ANY GIFTS YOU WANT FROM ME. ON ONE PROMISE. YOU DON'T CLICK THAT DOOR AND WILL WAIT.' ]