financial gaaaaains

a zombie apocalypse where every stumbling corpse has a briefcase and a business plan

there’s one person in the party who hides the fact that they took a full-color, trifold brochure… in a corner muttering about impossible rates of return on investment

survivors scattering paper currency as chaff while fleeing a horde

the goal: get to the co-op farm outside of town, eat veggies, maintain a perimeter