There often comes a point in No More Room in Hell 2 when you realise that you’re screwed, and it usually arrives about five minutes before the inevitable occurs. Surrounded by shambling corpses, barricades shrieking under their literal dead weight, you’ll be popping zombie heads with grim precision when cold reality sets in. Maybe it’s the click of your revolver as its ammo runs dry that triggers the revelation, or a fellow survivor you barely know being overwhelmed by the horde. Maybe it’s just the sight of another score of undead stumbling into silhouetted view. Either way, the feeling is the same: you’re going to die, and no amount of struggle will prevent it.
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