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Zombie & Tahoe Combo

Quick Details

Location Location: Legends Mall next to Forever 21 Street Side – Suite E-108

Clock Duration: 90 minutes

Tachometer Difficulty • • •  3/5

  • Room Details: Darkness/low lighting, Graphic Horror Décor
  • Private: All games are private, only your team is allowed in the room. No strangers.
  • Restrictions: Anyone 13 years of age or younger must be accompanied by an adult and players younger than 18 must have a signed waiver from their parent or guardian
Person both rooms

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Tahoe ’64
Uncover the secrets behind the Great Tahoe Deception

The year is 1964. Two years ago, Frank Sinatra and Sam “Cement Boots” Polizzi, an infamous Chicago mobster, bought the Lake Tahoe casino that borders Nevada and California. Ever since, your best friend – Tahoe’s chief homicide detective – has been investigating various crimes that may trace back to the mafia, including blackmail, racketeering, money laundering, cover-ups, torture, and murder. Sometimes, over a drink, the detective lets slip a few details from the investigation, like secret tunnels, severed limbs fished out of the lake or JFK and Marilyn Monroe sightings before her so-called “overdose,” as he’d refer to it.

But you haven’t heard from the detective in quite some time, and you have a foreboding feeling that he’s been missing for a while. You decide to sneak into his private office to see if you can uncover clues and solve his mysterious disappearance. But time is running out. You have to hurry! In just 60 minutes, Cement Boots and his associates will stop by to do their own “research,” and if you are discovered you might be the next one to swim with the fishes!

Arm Yourselves Against the Undead

Zombies? Flesheaters? Is it possible?? Your Uncle George has always been a bit of a conspiracy nut. When you used to hunt and fish with him, he’d talk of Area 51 and the “truth” behind JFK. You always laughed him off, but lately he’s been holed up in his hunting cabin, leaving you increasingly strange and panicked voicemails about the FBI, the ensuing bloodbath, and the “end of the world” that is coming.

In town, the convenience stores are out of gas and the shelves are empty. People are starting to panic. Could your Uncle George have been right?? Will you soon be having to arm yourself against undead strangers trying to slaughter you?