Story Archive: Choose Your Own Adventure - Zombie-style

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Let’s face it - you got good ‘n pissed up last night and barely managed a couple hours of sleep. The drive into work was a blur as you were on autopilot from your house to the office. Once there you shambled through the your fellow zombies at the coffee machine to extract some caffeinated wakefulness...

You sat down, returned a few emails and then proceeded to space out for an hour or so making it look like you were busy. Your head continues to pound as you surmise the aspirin you took aren’t helping. Further down your body your stomach rolls as you dump in more black coffee. It’s obvious your guts are not real pleased with your performance last night, but a trip to the vending machine to fetch some little chocolate donuts might be just the thing you need to get you feeling better.

Then - you heard a scream. Probably not the first one as your natural defenses most likely kicked in to keep the high pitched noise from exploding in your brain. And maybe not even the second one. But maybe the third, or was it the fourth or the fifth?, you heard for sure - followed by a crash at the main office door as the hinges buckled slightly. You stood up and looked out the window and down to the streets from the 4th floor. People were everywhere trying to get somewhere - gridlock at 10am?? Odd but not unheard of... You step out of your cubicle to get a better look at the office door when you hear more screams followed by a torrent of red liquid sprayed across the window of the office door. What do you do hot shot? What... do.... you... DO?

A. Head out the main office door.
B. Head to the back stair case.
C. Stay where you are.

Micky Dolenz

Well, that's the best cure for a hangover. Once I see the blood my head kicks into action. I make my way to the vending machine and put my CPU through it, quickly filling lap top bags with any food and drink I can get.

Then I choose option B

Back stairs, heading up. Cading the stairs behind me as I go . My work mates will be ok. :P

degrassinoel

Option B

cautiously back away palming the wall with one hand and holding back the vomit with the other..

Mahatma coat

Option B, but Downstairs towards the Canteen, Hold up for a bit and improvise some Weapons.

As for the Rest of the Staff

well they're a shower of Cnuts anyway:D:D:D

SUNGOD

option B
and as mickey said grab some supplies water etc on the way
and if im lucky my prick supervisor will pass me in the hall so i can give him a good kick up the arse before i leave

ChaseThisLight

I say Option B, as well...it's the only one that allows you to get away and have time to think, and as stated previously, try to gather supplies.

Mahatma coat

You are now AWAKE

another streak of blood splashes against the Oak and doubleglazed door of your office, ****, thats Jen from accounts, they just Killed her, OH F*CK OH F*CK OH F*CK, this cant be happening, but IT IS

You look around your office, you are alone, the sickly feeling in your stomach has just been replaced by something a lot worse, they are beating at the door, Cracks begin to appear in the outer sheet of Glass, you have Seconds, what do you do.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1tj2zJ2Wvg

You run back to your desk, you grab your bag, you do a quick visual inventory

1 bottle Water 1.5L
1 Packet Cigarettes (17 left)
1 Zippo Lighter
1 can Lighter fluid
1 Roll toilet paper
1 first aid kit ( basic)
2 A4 Notepads
1 box pencils
1 spare shirt
1 vicegrip
1 Swiss army Knife
1 Calculator
3 pairs Socks
2 Packets Condoms
1 Beanie Hat

You look back at the door, the glass is holding for now, then you See Jen, you begin to feel relief, "I must be really badly hungover, Jen seems alright"
then you take a closer look at Jen, She's very pale, almost blue, and there dosent seem to be any method to her actions, you are Scared.

You look around, theres only one way out, and thats the back stairs, you begin to move in that direction.

you pass the vending machines,
you pause
you look at your laptop
you are about to smash the glass when you decide that the Lappy might just be handy later

You Grab a chair and systematically smash the machines
you grab
7 Cans of Fanta
12 Cadburys dairymilk
5 Packets tayto
15 Star bars
8 Snickers
3 bottles water (500ML)
4 Cans of Lilt

You hear the first sheet of glass break, you look around, there are dozens of them and he seem fixated on entering your office

you proceed to the back door.

You pass the coatrack and decide to grab a Long Black woolen trenchcoat and a Wide Brimmed hat

you exit the office and lock the door behind you

you are now in the stairwell,

You can hear other people, they must be in a room on this floor



A) To proceed upstairs to the roof turn to page 198
To find the group on you floor turn to page 36
c) To proceed downstairs to the Canteen turn to page 327

Micky Dolenz

Good Story

Page 198 for me all day long. The higher I go the safer I feel for now and I have chocolate, w00t :pac:

ChaseThisLight

I'd be tempted to find others, to get their input on what's happening...but in this situation safety in numbers might not apply - look what just happened to Jenn. And, if it's a large group, your supplies wouldn't last long - and who knows how long you have to ration them out? So, A. Head upstairs to the roof, further away from the chaos, from people.

DakotaYoda

Sorry. Thought I replied this morning but I see I must not have. I had something witty typed up but I don't recall what it was.


After I put on my beanie hat I head for the roof.

I thumb to page 198 - if it's as bad as I think it is at least I can jump if things get too bad.

Sticky_Fingers

Page 327 for me, down to the canteen I go.
Since it is still the morning (around 10-11am) it should be empty. Going up to the roof is IMO suicide since your office is on the 4th floor and attempting to jump from the roof (higher up) will only leave you dead or worst with 2 broken legs. It is a temporary refuge at best since the Z's already have access to the building and once up there you are trapped.

Going to meet up with the trapped group is also a bad idea since if you can hear them so can the undead and all their hollering and carry on is going to bring a horde down upon your head. Best thing to do is leave them to their fate and hope that all the commotion they are making attracts any Z's away from your escape route.

Down to the canteen, look for useful supplies and exit through the canteens backdoor (hopefully into a relatively quiet alley)

SUNGOD

i vote for canteen

i would avoid a loud group of people as the noise would attract Z's

and not too sure about heading for roof as it only gives you one option and thats to lock door behind you and wait till the intial phase of chaos is over and hopefully the undead will leave the building so you can escape.
problem is they might not leave
they might sense you on the roof and gather at the door

so its canteen for me picking up the biggest meat cleaver or knive i can find and possibly a hand held fire extinguisher as i exit through the kitchens back door into the staff carpark

SUNGOD

oops

SUNGOD

I rush up the back stairs and burst through the roof door slamming it behind me, I press my back against the door and slump to the floor . im breathing hard and have trouble getting oxygen into my lungs my hands are shaking and my mouth is dry as a bone

I can hear my heart beating in my ears as the adrenalin rips through my body.
“Steady” I say to myself and I try to calm myself and think straight but its no use all I can see is jen and that crazed dead look in her eyes.
I can hear screams in the distance and sounds like cars crashing and glass breaking and its at this point I realise I cant lock the roof door.
f*ck! f*ck! f*ck! I say and press my ear to the door to see if anyone is coming up the stairs after me.

Nothing , not a sound then I hear screams and banging and its getting closer.
I dump the contents of my bag on the ground and fish out the vice grip
I open the door and break off the inside handle using the vice grip, I slam the door shut and jam the vice grip between the floor and door to act as a wedge. At least now it cant be opened from the inside I hope.

Once more I slump to the floor with my back to the roof door, I open one of the bottles of water and drink it in one go, I reach across and open another bottle. the adrenalin rush coupled with my hangover has made me very dehydrated.
I greedily drink half this bottle and immediately regret it , my stomach cramps and it takes all my will just to keep it down. After a few minutes my nausea passes , my brain is on overdrive , what’s happening? Is it a terrorist attack? Or a chemical spill making people insane or a deadly virus turning anyone who becomes infected into rage filled murdering cannibals.

I’ve seen enough zombie films to know what’s going on but the rational side of my brain refuses to accept that its finally happened.
That life as we know it is over and everyone is now fighting for their lives.
I crawl on my belly the ten feet to the edge of the building and peer over, I cant believe my eyes.
Its carnage down there people chasing people, cars crashing , some on fire, people screaming.
I spend the next 7 hours transfixed as I watch all manner of horror unfold before my very eyes.
When I finally snap out of it its starting to get dark and im cold hungry and very tired.
I stand up and stretch feeling the blood rush back into my limbs.
I open a can of lilt and a snickers bar and realise I haven’t eaten since yesterday.
Two snickers a star bar and 2 packets of tayto washed down by a second can of lilt later and I start to feel normal for the first time since this hell started.
The tiredness hits me like a ton of bricks and I put on the trench coat and hat and try to sleep with my back against the roof door.

Im out in a matter of minutes, I come too just as the sun is starting to come up and im amazed at the silence especially compared to yesterday chaos and cacophony of screams cries and horror.
I don’t move, I just sit there and listen to silence.
Its then I realise I have not given a single thought to anyone only myself since this started.
Guilt and shame grip me, my parents died some years ago but I have one brother ,john.
Fortunately for him he moved to the country almost two years ago to escape the rat race and live a more rural life. God I wish I was with him now and not on this roof and I wish even more to have one of his hunting rifles draped across my knee but john and his guns are almost fifty miles away to the west.
My thoughts then turn to the most important person in my life..my girlfriend Sarah.
But at least she’s safe as she flew out yesterday morning to visit her parents in Scotland.

Wait !what time did this outbreak happen and where did it start oh **** maybe she didn’t get out where is she now?.
Just As my mind goes crazy I hear it, very soft at first but I can definitely hear it.
A soft but definite scratching coming from inside the building just behind the roof door.
I jump up, something is trying to get on to the roof
Is it a survivor looking for safety and trying not the make any noise?
Or one of the infected but judging by what I saw yesterday the don’t do subtlety and would just try break the door down.
I whisper “ hello” and the scratching stops then starts again but this time its harder, louder
I feel like im going crazy
I look through my possessions to see if I have anything I can use as a weapon .
I pick up the Swiss army knife and open it up on its biggest blade, its not great but it will have to do.
Before I lose my nerve I kick the vice grip out from under the door and open the door screaming and lunging forward ready to stab any infected f*cker straight through the eye.
As I lunge forward a cat, a f*cking cat runs between my legs and across the roof.
Jesus Christ what am I doing if it was a survivor I would now have them skewered on this knife.

I breath deep and try gain control, I listen intently. Not a sound ,nothing.
Quickly I decide I have to leave now when I can.
I gather up what I think is essential and put it back in my bag.
This leaves me with
1 bottle Water 1.5L
1 Packet Cigarettes (17 left)
1 Zippo Lighter
1 can Lighter fluid
1 first aid kit ( basic)
1 spare shirt
1 vice grip
1 Swiss army Knife
3 pairs Socks
2 Packets Condoms
1 Beanie Hat
As well as some dairy milk bars and cans of fanta I reckon food such as this wont be hard to come by and I need to travel as light as possible..
I make my way down the stair well with the knife in one hand and vice grip in the other.
I move very slowly listening to any sound of life .
I eventually get to the hall outside my office , the walls are streaked with blood and the glass is smashed.

I walk directly across the hall to the canteen/kitchen I open its metal doors and see its empty I look down to see the key is in the back of door so it can be locked.
I step back out into the hall and peer down the final flight of steps past reception out into the street.
in the distance I can see a couple crouching down behind a car.
They look normal, are they hiding or trying to get into the car? I reckon I could get to them within 3 minutes if I ran through reception.
I step towards my office and look in , it’s a massive room with 20 workstations in it, mine is the second in about 7 feet from the door .
I scan my desk and see my car keys and phone sitting there, my heart jumps.
I begin to open the door then I freeze, at the back of the room I can see Jen and another infected person fighting over a severed arm.

The second infected is male and he wins this fight , he pushes Jen and start to gnaw at the arm jen jumps at him and they fight again.
I think to myself “ this is my chance” I can sneak in get my keys and phone and be gone before they notice I was there.
I open the door and step inside
As soon as I do my phone starts ringing , its 7 am and its my wake up alarm .
I look across the room and jen and her friend are staring at me.
Its 6 feet to my desk and the infected are 30 feet away
What will I do?
(1) keep going ,get your phone and keys and head for canteen praying im faster then them
(2)leave the phone and keys and head straight for canteen
(3)f*ck phone and canteen and head out through reception to couple by car and hopefully a lift to safety


and remember indecision can be fatal

Micky Dolenz

(1) keep going ,get your phone and keys and head for canteen praying im faster then them
(2)leave the phone and keys and head straight for canteen
(3)f*ck phone and canteen and head out through reception to couple by car and hopefully a lift to safety


Have to say, no way would I go for a useless phone and keys. these things don't carry much weight in the new world.

Going on to the street would be jumping out of the frying pan into the fire in my opinion.

By the process of elimination I would go to the canteen, try and pick up a decent weapon and see what food/drink is knocking about.

So option 2 for me.

ChaseThisLight

Option 2. You definitely need to find a better weapon than a Swiss army knife before heading outside, where you'll be exposed not just to infected people, but the possibility that the couple you saw out the window won't be friendly.

Mahatma coat

Conflicted a bit on that one, Yeah Goin to the Canteen seems like an Idea but if your Car Keys are that close then it makes sense, depends on what sort of car you have, but if it was mine it would be useful, its a Landcruiser Wagon, thats the sort of thing riskin a sprint from Jen, anyway Jen was always a bit too big a Fan of the Cream Buns:D:D:D I should have no problem outrunning her;)

Mahatma coat

DUDE:eek: You threw away the BogRoll :eek:

OK I can see why you might chuck one of the A4 pad and the calculator ( but its only Tiny)
Pencils == Dry Tinder
so does the paper;)

SmileyPaul

hey peeps sorry bout the long absence, college and what not :P

I'm going with B. they've seen you so you're gettin a chase anyway, better having a 30 foot start to find a weapon in the canteen than a 10 foot one with your keys :P

I'd find a weapon in the canteen then do what I can before goin for the keys and lastly the phone

adser53

Option 2 for me too. Leggit to the canteen to get a better weapon. I'd assume its unsafe outside and I'd hope to scrounge some car keys later

DakotaYoda

Canteen here I come.... I sure hope the crazy ex-military cook left that works there didn't just wear cammo for fun. I hope he left some useful tools around!

Actually - he's the kind of guy I'd want to be around right now. I'm sure he's locked and loaded. Now that I think about it he doesn't live too far from here...

Vote for #2.

SmileyPaul

Thanking some kind of higher being you realise that Jen and the other nasty don't have a direct path to you through the office tables, but they're fast.
you turn a full 180 without a second thought and sprint in the direction of the canteen "there's gotta be something to defend myself with in there" you think to yourself as the adrenaline begins coarsing through your veins, as you reach door of the canteen the door of your office smashes through. your pursuers are closing, glancing back you see Jen has the lead with the older and much larger man lumbering behind.

Running into the canteen you find a chair and have just enough time to put the leg through the double doors securing it close. you waited, gasping heavily. something, which you realise is Jen, hits the canteen door, luckily the chair will hold. for now. looking around you see the corpse of a person lying on the ground with its' skull completely bashed though. realising that could be you in a few moments you turn and sprint to the kitchen to begin rummaging for any kind of weapon. There is blood everywhere. and signs that a struggle happened here. A stick of camo cream is being held tightly by a severed hand which must have belonged to the cook "ha, I knew it." you think to yourself. The banging noise coming from the doors becomes louder, more forceful, the larger man has arrived. The chair wont hold for much longer.
scanning the area quickly you see a number of pots,
frying pans,
a choice of knives,
and a set of steel dustbins.
you take a dustbin lid for defence and a meat cleaver.

looking for a way of escape you realise the windows are still to far above ground to jump, you are trapped.
the banging grows louder and a moan is heard causing you to almost whimper.
with one final bash the chair leg buckles and the doors swing open.

the two stand there. gazing at you with dark dead eyes. you prepare yourlsef for you're first battle as they begin lurching towards you.

will you?
A: run straight in and attack the 2 head on

B: wait for the faster of the two to reach you and try to take her out before the larger one becomes a problem

C: Attempt to escape without Confrontation

Inventory:
Edibles:
1 bottle Water 1.5L
dairy milk bars and cans of fanta

Weapons:
1 Meat cleaver
1 Swiss army knife

Defence:
1 Dustbin lid

Medicine and selfwelfare:
1 first aid kit ( basic)
3 pairs Socks
2 Packets Condoms
1 Beanie Hat
1 spare shirt

Miscellaneous:
1 Packet Cigarettes (17 left)
1 Zippo Lighter
1 can Lighter fluid
1 vice grip

*note:all items may be improvised into any category if necessary

Sorry if that was an epic fail

DakotaYoda

Seeing as there is no obvious way out of here it's time to stand and fight. I think I'll stand a better chance if I can take them on 1 at a time so I will opt for Choice B.

Perhaps after taking out the faster Jen you can get by the big guy and make a run for it.

If nothing else ya still have the lighter fluid - but what's the only thing worse than a Zombie? A ZOMBIE ON FIRE! Use the butcher knife and lid for defense and step to it...

DirtyBollox

is it possible to mix the options? if so i'd go for b then c.

if you cant then i'd go for b and see what happens. she might be fast but you have the cleaver to take her legs out and then her head (if your faster that is) and then brace yourself for the other guy.

SUNGOD

good stuff smileypaul
i think confrontation is envevitable and i would rather try take them out one at a time so its option B for me

Micky Dolenz

First things first, Is Jen hot? :P

Only messing.

One female zed and a large male. I think it's time to stand and fit. I would be happy with my shield and weapon, a sword would be cool but a cleaver will do too, up close and personal.

I'd chop and move, I don't need to kill them just yet, just incapacitate them. A quick few blows to the knees as I use my shield to protect myself, brings them down. Crawlers are easy, Beheading time.

Opt B

Sticky_Fingers

I vote B
Take out or incapacitate Jen first before handling the big guy. You have to do this quickly though because more might be on the way. Meat cleaver to the legs of both of them and then finish them off with a smack to the head.

ChaseThisLight

Def B. Let them come to you; it gives you a more solid chance to fight them on your terms, whereas rushing them could cause you to overlook something and mess up. Oh, and Micky, I always knew you had a thing for the undead.

SteJForum

B. Lets **** these Zombies up!

Mahatma coat

Option A

No Waiting no hessitatin

Get er Done

My fear would be that there may be other Z's in the area still, whats to say that while you are waitin for one of te 2 you see there isnt a crawler poised to bite yer ankles.

wavehopper1

option C for me.

Haven't had eneough time to observe the zombies and how they fight, so run now and fight later. E.g. do they work together, do they get distracted and fight each other, do obstacles slow them down (upending chairs/tables into their way etc).

ChaseThisLight

It feels like hours have passed by since the door burst open, and though you don't dare glance at your watch, you know it's only been a handful of seconds. Have you ever felt more alive than in that very moment, and yet so very close to death? Your mouth suddenly feels like it's been stuffed full of cotton and you swallow hard. You can feel sweat beading along your spine. Heart hammering in your chest like a cacophony of drums, you brace yourself, feet shoulder width apart, and you grip the handle of the meat cleaver tightly, ready - but are you really?

It's a question you don't get to ponder further because Jen rushes through the doorway, reaching for you with gore covered hands. She's closer now, and you see that though half of her throat has been ripped out, she's somehow managing to make the most god awful mewling sounds, and oh god, the smell coming from her, as if she'd rolled around in decaying meat. Your stomach rolls, but you manage to keep it together. Wielding the meat cleaver, you swing it in an arch, the gleaming blade making contact with Jen's reaching left hand. It cuts cleanly through four of her fingers and they fall to the ground - a sight that normally would have set you screaming, but you keep moving. Using the dustbin lid as a sort of shield and shoving hard, you push her, causing her to stumble backwards a few steps, knocking her off balance. You keep going, pushing her again, until the wall is at her back, slashing with the cleaver simultaneously. It makes contact again and again, and the last time, when you go to draw it back, you find it's stuck to the hilt in the side of her neck.

From the doorway comes a sickening inhuman sounding growl, and you glance over to see Jen's overweight friend has decided to join the fray. You try desperately to wrench the cleaver free, but it's no use. Letting go of it and stepping back from Jen - whose body slides to the floor- your eyes dart desperately around for another weapon. On instinct, you step towards the stove, grab up the frying pan from the burner, just barely managing to duck around the hulking mass of his belly as he grabs for you. You come up behind him, swinging the frying pan with all your might as you whirl back around. There's a resounding meaty thunk as it hits home, making a sizable dent in his head, and you swing again, and again, your arm burning from the effort. His knees are buckling, and he begins to fall, but you don't stop to question it, turning on the balls of your feet and heading for the door…


a) Now that your office is clear, go back for your keys and phone, and head straight for your car.

b) Head out the front door, wanting to check on the two people you saw before.

c) Quietly slip out the front door, avoiding your office and the people you saw, and make your way alone.



Inventory:

Edibles:
1 bottle Water 1.5L
dairy milk bars and cans of fanta

Weapons:
1 frying pan
1 Swiss army knife

Defence:
1 Dustbin lid

Medicine and self welfare:
1 first aid kit ( basic)
3 pairs Socks
2 Packets Condoms
1 Beanie Hat
1 spare shirt

Miscellaneous:
1 Packet Cigarettes (17 left)
1 Zippo Lighter
1 can Lighter fluid
1 vice grip

DakotaYoda

I'm a loner Dottie.... a rebel.

C is for me!


Sorry friends. It's best I leave ye behind.

Mahatma coat

Get to the Land Crooooozahhhhhhhhh

Option A

SmileyPaul

opntion A for me, but I don't think I'd concern myself with the two people outisde, I'd use going back to the office as a kind of rest period to be honest

SUNGOD

great stuff chasethislight.
its option A for me head to office get keys and phone and head for car

Sticky_Fingers

Bit of a tough decision, meet up with other survivors or go it alone in the car. My first instinct would be to bail as quickly as possible but the roads are likely in a terrible state so I doubt I'd get far before having to ditch the car.

I go for B, meet up with the other survivors (cautiously though), you'd have a better chance making it out of town within a group than going solo.

Conorv

B

allanb49

im gonna go with B mainly cause i smell a sitcom

wavehopper1

Option B, but approaching the two people with extreme caution, clutching my frying pan in one hand and my dustbin lid in the other.

Micky Dolenz

Great work ChaseThisLight, and the other writers, the story is coming along nicely.

I'd take a second, I just killed my first undead. this takes for a celebration, I'd crack open some fanta and light a cigarette. My heart beat only staying fast from the sudden influx of sugar and nicotine in my blood along with the rapidly decreasing levels of adrenaline.

Cars and phones mean nothing in the new world, so I wouldn't even bother going for them. how am i going to get my car out of the car park and down the street, no mind out of the city. My trusty battered frying pan is the only key I need for now, a hammer would be better, I'll keep my eyes open for one.

I would naturally go alone, and slip away to safety but assume my character has never had the advantage of the Zombie Survival forum i would defo look for company,as I would mistakenly believe that there was safety in numbers.

OPT B

wavehopper1

I run through the canteen door, grabbing the key and locking it behind me. Thankfully, the reception is empty. I think ruefully of the meat cleaver embedded in Jen's neck - the frying pan has a bit of weight about it but I'd prefer a more conventional weapon. Again, my mind turns to my brother John and his guns out west. Thinking of John, I decide that teaming up with others is my best bet.

The reception has large glass doors and I can see a couple outside hiding between two cars parked at the kerbside. The man is pointing up the street and the woman is shaking her head vigorously and pointing towards office buildings. I move to the door and scan up and down. There are crashed cars in the road, most have open doors. Looks like some people who jumped out and ran didn't get very far. Spaced along the middle of the street there are three different clumps of writhing bodies: blood and flesh is being thrown up in the air as groups of these things have collected around unfortunate victims and are ripping them apart.

All the zombies I can see are occupied with feeding. I count eight in three groups. 50 yards north of the crouching couple there are two nasties, and a futher 50 yards past those are another three. South of the couple, in the distance down about 100 yards is a second group of three.

Stepping out to the pavement I run as quietly as I can to the crouching pair. As I hunker down beside the woman, she looks at what I'm holding, and whispers: "For god's sake, a frying pan? Do you intend to cook their dinner for them?" I look sheepishly at the metal pipe she's clutching. The man beside her is gripping a claw hammer. The guy looks at me with what seems relief. But there's something else in his eyes, some dark chilling emotion.

"Pal, you want to get outta here?"

The woman swears softly and shakes her head. I ignore her, this bloke now has my full attention. I have to strain to hear him as he speaks quietly but urgently. He gestures north up the street.

"My van is at the top of the road. But those damn murderers are in the way. Even if we legged it past the first lot, there's a bunch of them right at the rear door. Here's what we do - you cross over the street, climb up on top of that jeep over there and start calling them over, they'll all move towards fresh meat. Once the van is clear I run up the street, get in and start the engine. All you have to do is hop along the top of a few parked cars, jump down and go like the clappers for my passenger door. We take off for my old man's workshop."

His eyes blaze fiercely and he brandishes the hammer. "Back at the workshop, there's stuff that can do proper damage. Let's see how those effers like a flame thrower in the face."

I stare at him. The woman hisses: "It's too risky."

Maybe the guy takes my silence for assent because suddenly he's moved out from behind the car headed for a large green post box on the pavement. Hiding behind it, he looks back and gestures at me to run for the jeep.

Behind me the woman speaks again. "Look, I don't know this fellow from Adam but I do know he's in shock. The monsters at his van? They're busy chewing on his father. Einstein Senior tried to make it up there on his own about an hour ago, he dodged them for a while but it didn't turn out too well".

I ask: "Got any better ideas?"

She nods. "I was at a client site when all hell broke loose. That's my office over there". She points at a building two doors up from mine. "My boss sent out a text this morning. A group has barricaded themselves in at the top floor. He says going in through the lobby is too dangerous, but he thinks the side stairs is clear. Let's run for the alley, in the side door and up the stairs to join them."

She's right about one thing, I can't wait around behind this car. I have to move - but where?

A. Agree with the man, and sprint across to the jeep to hop onto the roof and act as bait. Getting into the van doesn't mean I have to go to his father's workshop. He could have another claw hammer in the back.

B. Agree with the woman, and make a break for the side entrance of her building. Lets hope her boss is right about the stairs.

C. Leave these two behind, they're both liabilities. While the zombies I can see are chowing down, I'll take the opportunity to sprint southwards on foot on my own. Once I make it past the group of three, I'll slow down and get my bearings.

ChaseThisLight

He's an idiot and asking you to risk both of your lives.

She's doing the same by depending on information that might not be reliable.

C is my choice. Get away from them both before they get you killed. Sure, it'd be nice to not be alone in this, but it's not worth the possibility of death.

DirtyBollox

very hesitant to go for C but thats my decision. defo not gonna act as bait for anyone and i'm not gonna rely on a text she got that morning and if followed could end up dead or stuck in the building with no means of escape or defense apart from a barricade or 2.

defo C but as i am hungover i might not be sprinting :pac:

Micky Dolenz

A is going to end in disaster, you ain't surviving that.

B I would discount because the intel is too old and highly unreliable, a lot happens in a few hours when there is panic all around.

I'd go for c, cut them loose and slip away.

SmileyPaul

C
but for me I'd take it quitely, head south and then work my way down a side street if possible avoiding the group of 3 Z's down that end

let's roll out


Inventory:

Edibles:
1 bottle Water 1.5L
dairy milk bars and cans of fanta

Weapons:
1 frying pan
1 Swiss army knife

Defence:
1 Dustbin lid

Medicine and self welfare:
1 first aid kit ( basic)
3 pairs Socks
2 Packets Condoms
1 Beanie Hat
1 spare shirt

Miscellaneous:
1 Packet Cigarettes (17 left)
1 Zippo Lighter
1 can Lighter fluid
1 vice grip

SUNGOD

option A is just asking for trouble, acting as bait and relying on a complete stranger to stop the van so you can get in , thats if he makes it alive to start it

option B is ok if the situation is still the same in that building but even if it is you could be running in to a dead end. and if the barracades have been breached you will be heading straight into a bunch of hungry Z's

so its option C for me cut them loose and head off alone the girl can follow if she wants her metal pipe might come in handy

DakotaYoda

C for me... for similar reasons I would have tried that in the last post.

Nice work wavehopper!!!

Mahatma coat

Option C

I mean seriously, Bait is ALWAYS Someone elses Job

DakotaYoda

You briefly consider your options and decide you’re better off on your own, even though that claw hammer would be preferable to this frying pan...

“Thanks for the offers - but I’m getting out of this mess on my own for now. Good luck to ya.”

And with that, you slip out the door, heading south... As you do the the Woman suddenly screams “No - you’ll never make it!”

Well, the zombies WERE busy eating - but now their heads have turned toward the woman’s scream - and then you immediately hear a dull reverberating moan escape from their lips. A second later you hear this echoed through the streets - perhaps staying inside would have been a better idea.

You dart down the abandoned-car-crowded streets and across to the next block. You are making good time until a lone unaware zombie from the Deli shambles out in front on you. It’s in front of you and hasn’t noticed you yet.

Making a snap decision you dodge behind it and head down the alley to the right, preferring that to the cluttered chaos of the main avenue. The only problem, you discover, is that the alley splits 2 ways at a T intersection. One is blocked by a barricade of dumpsters and old furniture and the other way dead-ends into the entrance of an old warehouse. You decide to head for the warehouse. With no other choice you try the door - it’s open. You’re not sure if that is a good or a bad sign.

You slip inside quickly and pull the door closed behind you, throwing the deadbolt closed as you do. You find a few odd boards on the ground and brace up the door a bit more before moving on.

Making your way through the old building, it is easy to tell that this place has been abandoned for some time. Insulation peels from the walls, the paint that is left is cracked and peeling, and the few remaining sections of carpet smell dank and mildewed - but at least you seem safe.

For the first time since this started you are alone and out of immediate danger - you stop and collect your thoughts; reflecting on the carnage you’ve witnessed; the people you know from your office who are now, presumably, dead,.. or undead. Undead. Really?

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, letting your head rest against the wall behind you, and start to consider your options...

You decide to explore the warehouse to see what it holds and find some exits. The warehouse is rather large but the rooms are few and rather big so it doesn’t take too long to explore. Not much here but you notice it has many skylights which provide good natural light. Several rooms can be secured by dropping steel roll-up firedoors that are mounted over the doorways and there is a room with a section that had plastic sheeting hung that you wanted to double check in case there were any tools left behind by workers of an ill conceived renovation attempt.

You are making your way to look for wayward tools when you think your ears may be playing a trick on you. The problem is that you are fairly sure you heard.... something. Not a voice or the moan from outside, but definitely something. There it is again - maybe more of a thump this time. Moving silently you glide through the adjoining rooms, keeping an eye out for anything useful. Your search has been unfruitful until you come to set of big wooden doors... (watch video )

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vMbAUhjJIQ

A. Spring forward, head through the doorway across the room in front of you and pull down the metal fire door behind you.

B. Leap at the plastic sheeting and try to pull it down over the zombies and knock them over to give you time to Pan them all down.

C. Close the big wooden doors and go back the way you came.




Inventory:

Edibles:
1 bottle Water 1.5L
dairy milk bars and cans of fanta

Weapons:
1 frying pan
1 Swiss army knife

Defence:
1 Dustbin lid

Medicine and self welfare:
1 first aid kit ( basic)
3 pairs Socks
2 Packets Condoms
1 Beanie Hat
1 spare shirt

Miscellaneous:
1 Packet Cigarettes (17 left)
1 Zippo Lighter
1 can Lighter fluid
1 vice grip

ChaseThisLight

This is by far the toughest choice yet for me. I'm juggling A and C....

If the wooden doors looked sturdier, then I'd go with C, because, maybe they haven't noticed you yet - but there doesn't even seem to be a way to secure them.

So A wins out. Get behind the metal fire door. You want to be fast in getting there, too, but quiet as well - maybe they won't notice you until you're rolling the door down.