Meet Me in the Parking Lot!

The year is 2030 and you wake up in the trunk of a car in the middle of a full-blown apocalypse. Fixing it seems like a lot of effort. Finding a bar and getting a drink seems considerably more manageable. Unfortunately, some people cannot let anyone relax, even as everything falls apart. Fight through ten levels of bars and parking lots full of people who insist on starting something. No kicks. No combos. Nothing sophisticated. Just fists, consistently applied.