Suggest you continue with your plan, and walk to your house 1 mile away
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"Right" replies Hugo. Jane is expressionless. | "Right" replies Hugo. Jane is expressionless. | ||
- | The red Arizona sun is setting like a blood-red watercolour across the horizon | + | The red Arizona sun is setting like a blood-red watercolour across the horizon. Your |
- | terrified group walks | + | terrified group walks trembling down the street, along the sun-warmed yellow stained sidewalk. You're all still in shock, but as of yet there are no zombies in sight. Nobody in sight at all, actually.. The other |
businesses in the area still have their lights on, and you can see | businesses in the area still have their lights on, and you can see | ||
- | a few people in windows... but nobody acting bloodthirsty | + | a few people in windows... but nobody acting bloodthirsty. |
- | As you come up to a corner of a building, you hear a gurgling growl. | + | "Did that really just happen? Is this all in my head?" you wonder. "Nope... the blood looks pretty real." |
- | I guess your mind spoke too soon about the lack of zombies. | + | |
+ | As you come up to a corner of a building, you slow down as you hear a gurgling growl. | ||
+ | I guess your mind spoke too soon about the lack of zombies. Just your luck. | ||
You thrust your hand up in a "be quiet!" motion. You ready your cleaver, high up and behind your head ready to be brought down into some fucking zombie skull. The snarl is approaching. You feel a tinge of excitement that confuses you. | You thrust your hand up in a "be quiet!" motion. You ready your cleaver, high up and behind your head ready to be brought down into some fucking zombie skull. The snarl is approaching. You feel a tinge of excitement that confuses you. |
Current revision as of 19:47, 3 December 2012
"Okay, my house is at 34th and 3rd. Let's hoof it!" you command.
"Right" replies Hugo. Jane is expressionless.
The red Arizona sun is setting like a blood-red watercolour across the horizon. Your terrified group walks trembling down the street, along the sun-warmed yellow stained sidewalk. You're all still in shock, but as of yet there are no zombies in sight. Nobody in sight at all, actually.. The other businesses in the area still have their lights on, and you can see a few people in windows... but nobody acting bloodthirsty.
"Did that really just happen? Is this all in my head?" you wonder. "Nope... the blood looks pretty real."
As you come up to a corner of a building, you slow down as you hear a gurgling growl. I guess your mind spoke too soon about the lack of zombies. Just your luck.
You thrust your hand up in a "be quiet!" motion. You ready your cleaver, high up and behind your head ready to be brought down into some fucking zombie skull. The snarl is approaching. You feel a tinge of excitement that confuses you.
The zombie bumbles slowly around the corner, and is now slowly approaching you from about 8 feet away.
Do you
Charge with the cleaver, aiming for the top of the head
Or
Throw the Cleaver at his chest and tell Hugo to hit him with the pan
Or
Grab the pan from Hugo and attack with it AND the cleaver at once
Or
Hand the cleaver to Jane, tell them to take cover, and fight the zombie hand-to-hand