You sit and wait in your vehicle. Your fingers tapping nervously as you watch the cops approach the vehicle, then quickly back track as the roof of a nearby business sparks, catching a blaze almost immediately.
One of the cops runs back to his car, the look on his face makes you feel cold and feverish. Unable to to handle the chaos you exit you vehicle. You have to get off the road. You have to get away from this mess; this chaos. As you move to the "Oh Shit" bumps you glance behind you. One of the policemen has climbed over the passengers seat of the wrecked vehicle and leans over the center console, almost immediately another car hops the curb, slamming into the vehicle. The cop screams as his legs become pinned at an unnatural angle, the momentum of the other car pushing the police vehicle several feet so that it become wedged against a wall from the other side. An ambulance rushes on scene as the driver pulls herself through the shattered windshield of her car.
You want to go home. Oh God do you want to go home. You curl up in the grass on the side of the road, watching as the wreck victim shreds her skin on broken glass.
Or even back to work. You know it's secure, but you have to get back to your family, your pets. You have to get home... Oh God. Oh-
She stands and shrieks inhumanely. It makes your blood turn to ice, your hands go limp on the sides of your face as she locks eyes with you.
You watch, almost from somewhere far away - certainly not within your own body, in fact you can see yourself now, from just a few feet above - as she darts across the intersection so fast that you can hear her tendons snapping in her legs. She launches herself across the road.
The cop shouts a warning, and another before firing. The pop of his gun is loud and crashes you back to the scene. Shakily you look at the people around you, most of whom are doing everything they can to turn around and leave the area.
Leave you.
As she grabs you, violently, painfully. As her mouth sinks into your face. Peels your skin off. Your muscles pulling away from your fat layers, your veins and sinews tearing, ripping, breaking, bleeding.
WELCOME TO THE ZOMBIE HORDE
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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?
