The crosswalk light starts blinking as you watch the psycho back up for another swing at your window. Anger flares hot as you unbuckle, the metal clip banging off the interior of the car as you throw your seatbelt off.
"No the fuck you will not." You growl, cold blasting you as you throw your car door open and step out onto the frosty pavement. "The hell you you think you're doing?" You rage at the stranger, who, upon closer inspection, looks... not right.
They're too pale, almost yellow. Their fingers and ears and nose are blue from the cold. But it's his fingers that catch your attention. Wrapped around a rock and smashed, bleeding. Something like dread clenches in your chest as your assailants gaze turns towards you. Then his body. The rage fades as quickly as it had flared. You're zinging with adrenaline as the guy lets out a strangled kind of moan, approaching you quickly.
DANGER! Everything inside of you is screaming.
Do you:
Stand your ground?
TURN TO RIGHT HOOK
Run away?
TURN TO RUN, FOREST, RUN
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Choose Your Own Zombie Adventure
Science Fiction::FIRST DRAFT:: A multiple choice zombie apocalypse story. Can YOU survive the first day of the burgeoning zombie apocalypse?
