Minutes into my mission, I'm having second thoughts. Gunning down a dozen zombie like enemies is a lot for a lowly office worker in the Federal Bureau of Control. At first, it's hard to have faith in my gear a backpack water jug with a cannon for drenching enemies. But then my fellow FBC squad mate a secretary or middle manager, I forget which uses his kit to zap all the soaked foes at once. With our third coworker slamming their wrench into anything that moves, we barely manage to fix...
