Choose Your Own Zombie Adventure

Right Hook

Still you refuse to back down. Something is wrong. Desperately wrong.

You put yourself in position; fists raised so that your forearms were blocking your face, resting on the balls of your feet.

But it didn't matter.

He fell on you, taking the both of you to the ground. You felt your head bounce off the asphalt but could register the pain aside from the bloom of blackness around the edges of your vision. Slowly you realized that you were holding the freaks face away from you by his forehead, though fingers were gripping at your restraining arm in a way that let you know it was more than a fight. You felt nails piercing your skin, scraping at you.

"What the fuck?!" You growled, kicking out but hitting only air.

You tried to swing with your free arm only to find it pinned painfully beneath your own body. You elbow gives for a second and the guys mouth opens wide, saliva is dripping down your palm.

You move to rock the guy off with your hips when- WHAM! The sound of something splintering, something cracking wetly, echoes in your ears. You look up, confused, as your assailant crumbles off of you.

The guy from the car behind you is standing over you with a blood stained bat. He lowers his weapon, helping you to your feet.

"I've tried calling the cops." He huffed, chest rising and falling rapidly. "The line was busy. I couldn't- I couldn't get through." He brought a shaking hand to his face, ran it through his hair. "I-I killed him." All the blood left his face in a rush. "Oh fu-"

You tried not to think too hard about what the guy was puking on as he bent over and let out the contents of his stomach. You stood uncomfortably, watching. ot sure if you should comfort the man, or thank him, or... or report him. He did just kill someone. But he saved you.

You frowned, struggling with these thoughts, as he wiped his mouth and stood.

"Did you-" He inhaled, scooping his bat off the ground whre he'd dropped it. "Did you wanna..?" He trailed off, hitching his thumb towards his car, now backed up by three or four other vehicles you hadn't noticed.

You look back towards your own idling vehicle. Drivers side window broken, back passengers widow cracked and bloody.

"I gotta get to work." The words are a whisper. 

But everything felt surreal. You witness a murder. You were assaulted. The cops were unreachable.

You look back at the now honking vehicles, then to the guy who rescued you.

Do you:

A. Go to work?
TURN TO GET AWAY CAR

Leave with your rescuer?
TURN TO BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Go home?
TURN TO INTRUDER