No time for talk. Attack the zombies now!
From Create Your Own Story
With a shrill, high-pitched warrior cry, you charge the zombies, firing your pistol with the deadly accuracy that came from years of practice. Zombie after zombie drops dead, but more are there to take their place...and still more zombies are emerging from the bushes, providing a steady stream of reinforcements for the enemy. As your gun clicks empty, you draw your sword, slicing and dicing zombie heads. You sense something sneaking up behind you, but there's a zombie in front of you that's about to bite that you have to kill right now...
Suddenly, there is another female warrior cry from behind you. You impale your sword between the eyes of the zombie in front of you, withdraw the blade with a squishing sound, and turn around. Annabelle is standing there, her axe in one hand and a decapitated zombie head in the other. She drop-kicks the head away, sending it flying right over the castle roof.
"Thanks, Ana," you say.
She smiles. "I wasn't going to let you have all the fun."
Annabelle goes to work braining and pulping zombies with her axe. You reload your pistol and begin shooting again, making sure that your companion doesn't get surrounded. Suddenly, you find your sights fixed on Zombie-Jack and Zombie-Holly. You freeze for a second.
They snarl and glare, revealing their yellow, dead eyes and razor-sharp teeth. You fire two quick shots. "I'm sorry," you whisper.
Annabelle picks up Jack's rifle and shoots down several zombies that are charging her. There are now only a few zombies left, fleeing back into the bushes. The nurse raises the rifle and takes aim, but you grab her arm. "They're leaving. Let's not waste ammunition."
She looks down at the creatures that were once Jack and Holly and simply shakes her head. "How much more death? How much fucking more?!"
"Too fucking much, Ana. Come on." You take the crossbow and quiver of bolts from Zombie-Holly. Annabelle reluctantly bends down over Zombie-Jack's corpse and takes the extra ammo from his pockets.
The two of you quickly climb back inside, nail boards over the broken window, and drag several pieces of heavy furniture in front of it. Finally, you collapse together onto a couch, trying to process all the things that have happened in a few short minutes.
"We should have gone out there with them earlier," she sighs. "I wish I'd been more aggressive."
"Ana, don't say that. All four of us might have ended up as zombies. The past is in the past. All we can do now is look to the future. I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true."
"It is, I guess. True. And also cheesy." She giggles. You laugh as well. You notice her dark brown eyes looking into your bright blue ones. "Marina, you were quite the badass out there."
"You were pretty badass yourself. And you saved my life." You put your hand over hers and try to decipher the look she's giving you. Is that sexual interest? Is she bisexual like you? Curious, you decide to casually probe this subject, trying to think of a good way to do this that won't be too forward.
You look down at your pale, slender forearm next to hers. Annabelle's darkly tanned brown forearm is surprisingly big and well-developed for a slim woman like her, and the studded leather bracelet she's wearing covers up the thinnest part of her wrist, making her arm look even thicker. "I like your muscular forearms, Ana," you compliment her. "I wish mine were that big. And had that beautiful dark brown tan."
She smiles. "Thank you, Marina. The tan comes from my natural Filipina color. And the forearm muscles are from being a tennis player in high school and college."
You pause. There's still room for this to go either way, sexual or non-sexual.
| Status | ||
| Health | 75 | Equipment:
Crossbow, pistol, sword |
| MP | # | |
| Level | # | |
