Just Another Day: A Zombie Survival Choose Your Own Adventure
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Sorry guys, I just went camping for three days, spent two days recovering and unpacking, and am now about to go camping for four more days.
I should be back and updating in 4-6 days, allowing time for nursing bruises and recovering from rare tropical diseases.
I should be back and updating in 4-6 days, allowing time for nursing bruises and recovering from rare tropical diseases.
Right, I'm home.
B? B sounds good. Time to F.E.A.R. Unfortunately, I am currently brain-dead, limb-dead and eye-dead from a variety of walking, lack of sleep, family arguments, friend arguments and similars.
Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow, after some actual sleep.
B? B sounds good. Time to F.E.A.R. Unfortunately, I am currently brain-dead, limb-dead and eye-dead from a variety of walking, lack of sleep, family arguments, friend arguments and similars.
Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow, after some actual sleep.
B. Fucking Everything And Running.
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Fuck this. I wasn't hanging around in a zombie infested hellhole trying to find people who were already dead. I'd found enough of them, some of them had found me, I had some nice shiny bite marks as evidence, the closest thing to a friend I'd had since I moved here was eaten alive and now EVERYTHING IS ON FUCKING FIRE.
Moving through more back alleys. More fucking back alleys. Fucking fuck, fucking fucking fucker bullshit fucking zombies, crawling around everywhere with their fucking blank eyes and the fucking bites on their faces. Just leave me THE FUCK ALONE. You're not helping ANYTHING!
Oliver was slipping. Sweaty hands. Did I drop a gun? Fuck. I did. Tyler, or Oliver... no, Oliver was the crowbar. Still had Chewie. Handful of spare clips or mags or whatever too. Probably had ammo for the other one in the backpack still. When did I lose that?
Moving right along, Fozzie. Heading in a roundabout route, still leading away from the fires and back to where the police officers and hospital survivors had been going. Zombies. Slow bastards. Barely even noticed me. How the hell did they get everyone? Was everyone asleep?
You know, maybe that was what happened. There wasn't anything on the news really, traffic heading into town as normal, no more sirens than normal, not too many alarms. Guess it's easy enough to murder a city full of people if nobody in it is awake. Besides, how seriously would a phone operator take allegations of zombie attack?
No point wasting time with panic attacks and speculation. Time to move on. But where?
Choices:
a) Take the long way, through back alleys and avoiding the major public hubs such as train stations, churches and similar.
b) Go for it, right through the middle of the streets and everything.
c) Back alleys, but right past major population hubs.
d) Main streets, but around the hub centres.
By population hubs, I'm meaning places you're likely to find lots of zombies. Going around them will take longer, but be safer. Main streets will also be faster, but more dangerous to use. Speed Vs. Safety, your choice. Remember, there's a fire around here somewhere.
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Fuck this. I wasn't hanging around in a zombie infested hellhole trying to find people who were already dead. I'd found enough of them, some of them had found me, I had some nice shiny bite marks as evidence, the closest thing to a friend I'd had since I moved here was eaten alive and now EVERYTHING IS ON FUCKING FIRE.
Moving through more back alleys. More fucking back alleys. Fucking fuck, fucking fucking fucker bullshit fucking zombies, crawling around everywhere with their fucking blank eyes and the fucking bites on their faces. Just leave me THE FUCK ALONE. You're not helping ANYTHING!
Oliver was slipping. Sweaty hands. Did I drop a gun? Fuck. I did. Tyler, or Oliver... no, Oliver was the crowbar. Still had Chewie. Handful of spare clips or mags or whatever too. Probably had ammo for the other one in the backpack still. When did I lose that?
Moving right along, Fozzie. Heading in a roundabout route, still leading away from the fires and back to where the police officers and hospital survivors had been going. Zombies. Slow bastards. Barely even noticed me. How the hell did they get everyone? Was everyone asleep?
You know, maybe that was what happened. There wasn't anything on the news really, traffic heading into town as normal, no more sirens than normal, not too many alarms. Guess it's easy enough to murder a city full of people if nobody in it is awake. Besides, how seriously would a phone operator take allegations of zombie attack?
No point wasting time with panic attacks and speculation. Time to move on. But where?
Choices:
a) Take the long way, through back alleys and avoiding the major public hubs such as train stations, churches and similar.
b) Go for it, right through the middle of the streets and everything.
c) Back alleys, but right past major population hubs.
d) Main streets, but around the hub centres.
By population hubs, I'm meaning places you're likely to find lots of zombies. Going around them will take longer, but be safer. Main streets will also be faster, but more dangerous to use. Speed Vs. Safety, your choice. Remember, there's a fire around here somewhere.
I say A, better safe than sorry, but with the state that she's in right now it might not be safe anywhere. Calm down girl! =P
Staying away from zombies by taking side streets? Hah! I laugh in the face of danger! I should definitely pick B!
But, I like living. So I pick A.
Edit: As an addendum to my previous statement, I also suggest we wipe our hands and possibly our weapon of sweat and whatever else is on them if we have a moment. We don't want one of our tools sliding out of our hands like it was our soap in a prison shower (stereotype, but I think it works).
But, I like living. So I pick A.
Edit: As an addendum to my previous statement, I also suggest we wipe our hands and possibly our weapon of sweat and whatever else is on them if we have a moment. We don't want one of our tools sliding out of our hands like it was our soap in a prison shower (stereotype, but I think it works).
I'm going to vote for a) too.
Wow, can't believe that this is still up and running. I don't know, I leave the thread for 8 months and petrol stations have been blown up, Jacobs dead, we're bitten by a zombie, and we keep dropping guns and shit. Recap of what supplies we have left please? I've forgotten after over half a year.
Might I also suggest we take our time a little more, break into a house again, kill its zombie occupants if any, look for a house without a car on the drive to minimise chances of confrontation though. Resupply, barricade, get some new clothes, some kind of substantial meal, and a good nights sleep. The city is overrun by zombies, true, but it can't really be any more overrun than it already is, we're not really on a huge time limit, especially since it sounds like we're nearing the suburbs.
Alex sounds like she's losing it a bit, is this a side effect of becoming a zombie? Don't pull a "zombie bite spreads, she dies." on us OP.
I'm worried that with all the limping etc. such fatigue, being covered in sweat, grime and zombie blood may make her look exactly like one to those weirdly disciplined men and thats how we'll meet our end. Don't make any contact with them at all in fact, we have an obvious zombie bite, and these guys don't sound like they like taking any sort of risk.
Are phone lines down? I can't remember if it was mentioned earlier in the thread, but when bunkered down maybe she could see if its possible to make a call or two, at least for moral support. Seems unlikely but worth giving it a go.
Wow, can't believe that this is still up and running. I don't know, I leave the thread for 8 months and petrol stations have been blown up, Jacobs dead, we're bitten by a zombie, and we keep dropping guns and shit. Recap of what supplies we have left please? I've forgotten after over half a year.
Might I also suggest we take our time a little more, break into a house again, kill its zombie occupants if any, look for a house without a car on the drive to minimise chances of confrontation though. Resupply, barricade, get some new clothes, some kind of substantial meal, and a good nights sleep. The city is overrun by zombies, true, but it can't really be any more overrun than it already is, we're not really on a huge time limit, especially since it sounds like we're nearing the suburbs.
Alex sounds like she's losing it a bit, is this a side effect of becoming a zombie? Don't pull a "zombie bite spreads, she dies." on us OP.
I'm worried that with all the limping etc. such fatigue, being covered in sweat, grime and zombie blood may make her look exactly like one to those weirdly disciplined men and thats how we'll meet our end. Don't make any contact with them at all in fact, we have an obvious zombie bite, and these guys don't sound like they like taking any sort of risk.
Are phone lines down? I can't remember if it was mentioned earlier in the thread, but when bunkered down maybe she could see if its possible to make a call or two, at least for moral support. Seems unlikely but worth giving it a go.
Dude, she's been bitten by a zombie. But no, I'm not just going to drop a bridge, although she may die from it. Also, what do you mean "keeps dropping guns"? That was once! After an explosion and a zombie bite.Derek_the_Dodo said:
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I decided that safety was more important than speed in this situation. So, avoiding main roads, the small private hospital, and the largest church in the city, I snuck around through back alleys. I was sick of back alleys.
Approaching the outskirts of town with little incident, I noticed a small flaw in my plan. A lack of buildings means a lack of back alleys. The two main roads out of the city went through the industrial section, full of factories and warehouses, and a tourist strip full of resturants, motels, hotels and giant plastic animals. I had, sadly, picked the tourist one.
Of course, there were other ways out of the city, such as winding your way through suburbia the way I came in, but considering I was lucky to have survived that once, I wasn't going to try it again.
So, I needed to get through a few blocks of touristy crap, packed with holidaymakers in hawiian shirts, before I got anywhere near safety. That would be bad enough without the zombies. And the traffic jam, filled with zombies trapped inside cars. This was going to be fun.
Choices:
a) Go for it, straight down the middle.
b) Climb onto the roofs of the cars and jump between them, staying off the ground.
c) Wait around a bit in a nearby building, clearing it if required.
d) Wait around, outside building.
Recap's coming when I'm less insane.
Nope, other side of the city. I'm going to railroad you a bit here.RaNDM G said: