Need phone booths. For reasons. Possibly Superman pajamas as well.
Also, the phones in the booths should ring on occasion whenever the player walks by, and upon answering, a creepy robot voice should recite a bunch of military/police alphabets, such as: Bravo, India, Tango, Echo. Mike, Echo.
Zex! Now approved by your local executioner and ZSF (zombie security force)
Stick Around, When we come back after this commercial break we investigate the questions:
Now that the world is coming back from the cataclysm and societies are reforming, and calming down, Do we need our various safeguards anymore? Is there a way to cut the down on the extreme taxes we pay for our security? Since we donāt have the power to run our cities power grids 24/7 what should we do for entertainment? Also coming up, What should we do with the stadiums? The unifying answer might surprise you at 10.
I want fixed turrets with a facing direction like headlights, and you can just set them to āfireā or ādonāt fire yetā. Then I want to make homemade cannons and grapeshot so I can line my cube van with them and FIRE A BROADSIDE.
And where, may I ask, are the flying cars? And hoverboards? And why are the clothes not all silvery? Honestly, how are we supposed to believe that this is taking place in the future?
NPCs who are zombie rights activists. Because of the belief that underneath, zombies are humans too, and they deserve humane treatment. At the very least, we cannot know what itās like to be a zombie. No one has come back from being a zombie, so we must fall to the side of caution, and assume there is a living and feeling person underneath, trying to communicate, or unable to control his behaviour. Zombie rights activists also zealously hate, persecute and fight normal healthy humans, who kill zombies without a second thought. How dare they, the bigoted racist callous bastards. How dare they violate zombies mercilessly at a whim. Have they no empathy?! It makes me sick. Zombies are beautiful and misunderstood human beings.