Choose Your Own Adventure: Zombie Apocalypse

[nefelibata.]

Blond Hair

Brown Eyes

Matthew Cornell

[ajayy]

Black Hair

Green Eyes

Matthew Cornell

[vhenan.]

red hair
hazel eyes
james roberts

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

Brown hair, green eyes, Matthew Cornell.

[Attila The Hen]

Choices:

1. Black hair.....Green eyes.....John Matthers
2. Blond hair.....Brown eyes.....Matthew Cornell
3. Black hair.....Green eyes.....Matthew Cornell
4. Red hair.......Hazel eyes.....James Roberts
5. Brown hair....Green eyes.....Matthew Cornell

Roll says: 1. Black hair..... 4. Hazel eyes..... 2. Matthew Cornell

"Matthew Cornell," you say to yourself, reading the name off the ID. The address shows a street in the suburbs. There’s also a photo of the wife and kids (you guess). The woman is pretty enough and there are two cute girls – a ten year old and a younger one, maybe seven.

A twinge of frustration creeps into your mind. Why can’t you remember anything? Isn't seeing things like this supposed to jar a memory or something? You take the photo out of the wallet and tuck it into your breast pocket. Checking the rest of the contents, you find a number of low-end credit cards, $50 cash, and a half dozen of your own business cards; showing that you are an accountant for the Morgan Corporation, located on the 24th floor of the Summit Tower.

Also in your possession is a crushed cell phone (totally dead) and a ring of keys including the key and fob to a Toyota, a house key, a PO Box key, a padlock key, and what you think is an elevator key marked ‘ST 24’. Incidentally, your key chain also includes a small LED penlight – which upon testing in the darkness of the tunnel, seems to offer minuscule comfort against the engulfing blackness.


It occurs to you that you should probably find something to bandage your head with. You consider for a moment trying to use your shirt as a makeshift bandage. It seems to work in the movies.


It is then that you hear the rattle of movement from within the pile of train wreckage before you, followed by a long mournful sounding groan. Instinctively, you quickly turn off your penlight and remain still; waiting to see what is making the noise without yet revealing your presence. You don’t hear the sound again and wonder if some injured person is trapped there in the twisted subway cars, waiting for you to make the first move…

Wait quietly for help to arrive
Bind your head with cloth from your shirt
Call out to whoever is there
Try to sneak toward the source of the sound without revealing your presence
Ignore the sound and climb through the wreckage to the front of the subway train
Ignore the sound and climb through the wreckage to the rear of the subway train

[nefelibata.]

Bind your head with cloth from your shirt.

[ajayy]

Ignore the sound and climb through the wreckage to the rear of the train.

[vhenan.]

bind your head with cloth from your shirt.

[duncundog]

Call out to whoever is there

[Attila The Hen]

Choices:
1. Bind your head
2. Rear of the train
3. Bind your head
4. Call out

Roll is: 2. Ignore the sound and climb through the wreckage to the rear of the subway train.

You move quickly, ignoring the mess behind you and the throbbing pain of your injuries, making your way over and through the wreckage of the train cars that scatter the tunnel in the direction the train was coming from before the wreck.


Along the way you see dead bodies everywhere, smashed into the twisted metal of the wrecked train cars – each more gruesome than the last. Disturbingly, you also notice an unusually large amount of entrails scattered about. You somehow doubt that that many people could all have been disemboweled simultaneously by a simple train wreck – even one as serious as this one appears to be. You’re not sure (and you certainly don’t want to get close enough to find out firsthand), but some of the bodies even look as if they have recently been savaged, as if by some wild animals’ rending jaws. Damn! Are these zombies you’re dealing with?!? Is that possible?


As you get further along, you also notice a large number of bloody footprints headed in the same direction you are going. They seem to be joined by more and more footprints as you pass through one mangled subway car after another.


It is not long before you get to the last car of the train you had been riding on. In walking, you surmise that you had been on the train and thrown out a window when it crashed. You must have struck your head when you landed, which knocked you out for who knows how long. On that thought, you risk approaching a random victim’s arm sticking out of the wreckage to take their watch. Unlike yours, this one still works and indicates the time to be 7:55 pm. If that is correct, and your watch indicates the time of the crash, that means you were out of it for roughly twelve hours. Wow, you’d better not go back to sleep until you can get yourself to a hospital or you might not wake up again. You also find a working cell phone in the aisle as you go and see that it still works, but there’s no signal down here in the subway tunnel.


Looking down the dark tunnel from the last car of your train, you wonder how long the batteries in your penlight will last. You’ll also have illumination from your cell phone in a pinch, but then you have no weapons. What if you run into whatever has been shredding all these bodies? In that case, maybe you really don’t want a light to see what it is with…


You also see that all the bloody footprints leave the train at this point and continue down the tunnel in the direction the train was coming from. They are quickly lost however in the hard-packed dirt and darkness of the tunnel itself – though following them won’t be a problem – you only have one direction to go – unless you want to turn around and go back the way you just came.

You decide to...

Continue down the dark tunnel in the direction the train was coming from
Head back the way you came first, in the direction the train was going (maybe you can find tools or a first aid kit at the front of the train)