Choose Your Own Zombie Adventure

Time To Skedaddle

You draw the blinds tight as you and your roommate sit and begin organizing the supplies on the tables. A siren wails as it zooms past nearby. You let yourself breathe at it fades into the distance.

"We've got enough water for weeks." They rub the back of their neck, their voice groggy.

It's been hours. Your food is stocked the best it can be. Everything is organized. Your roomie even pumped gas out of your broken vehicle to put into theirs, which was virtually untouched in the garage for the whole day. You've packed bags full of supplies to last a few days should you need to walk - they're loaded in the car with the extra gas and radiator fluid. A suitcase with spare clothes, medicines, and supplies for the dogs has also been loaded.

"In the morning we'll get to my parents. They live out of the city. It should be better." They reason.

You agree. Finally a little bit of tension leaves you and you find the events of the day have left you exhausted. You're fading between awake and asleep in a haze that blurs your dreams and reality together. It's one in the morning when you hear something break. It's three when you feel a slight breeze brush over you.

You're not sure what time it is now. Your phone has died. Stupid battery. The house is very dark, you can hear your now fellow survivor snoring beside you, too scared to sleep in separate beds. Your partners dogs are alert, one is growling. There's a crash. You stand, peering out the window. People are breaking into the neighbors house, filing in like ants over a mound of sugar. You bring a hand to your mouth as a shrill scream makes your heart drop. One of the people pauses in the street, their head swivels your way.

They can't see you. They can't see you. They can't get in.

You drop the curtain slowly as the person moves towards the rest, swarming the house. You wake your roommate, leashes clipped on to the dogs collars before they're totally awake.

"We need to leave." You tell them. "They're at the neighbors house. They're in the neighbors house. We have to go." You know your voice is raising in panic, but you can't control it. You feel like you're going to be sick.

Oh God.

"Wait." They shakes their head, "We might be able to wait this out."

"No." You protest, dragging the dogs towards the garage. "No. They were in the street. They were going to come this way next we need to-"

There's a strange, harsh grating on the front door. A few seconds later a sharp tapping on the window.

Do you:

Run into the car whether roomie is with you or not?
TURN TO EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES 

Drag roommate to the car best you can?
TURN TO ESCAPE

Hide in a room?
TURN TO TAKE SHELTER