I saw the zombies. I had a trident. I also had a wire. The clouds shivered and lightning crackled. I tripped and fell, my wire falling into the air, a lightning bolt struck it. Then it fell, electrifying the zombies. I picked myself, threw up in the bushes and walked away, dazed and sick. But I survived that fight, I may have enraged the Gamemakers and I didn't care, I lived.