Charge with the cleaver, aiming for the top of the head
From Create Your Own Story
"Yeeaaarrgh!" You grunt as you run towards the mangled zombie. A nasty crunch emanates from his skull and warm blood squirts your cheek as your cleaver blade sinks into the walking corpse's cranium, splitting his head in two down the center. Instant kill.
It falls, and pink brain matter mixed with crimson blood drips from your blade.
"ucckgh! zombrains!" you jest, trying to find humor in a situation so morbid that you are in shock, and social norms are out the window.
In the past 5 minutes your world has flipped upside down. Zombies exist now. And they're in your city.
There will be a war.
"I'm freaking out, holy SHIT" Jane squeals. "Let's hurry and go get to your house! I just want to hide in a bathroom or a closet or something!"
"Yeah" Hugo adds, "Let's get to those guns of yours"
-- Do you --
Examine the zombie quickly before continuing onward
Or
