Choose Your Own Zombie Adventure

Lone Wanderer

You stay just long enough for your roommate to fall asleep.

You can't believe you're doing this, but you can't stay.

You can't.

You gather some supplies, not even half. You can't bring yourself to take what you'll need. You can't carry that much anyway. You hear the dogs quietly whine from their kennels.

You inhale shakily, your vision blurry as your fingers move a pen over paper. Your writing is sloppy. There's a tear stain on the corner.

But it's fine.

You pull a jacket from the hallway corner shove you dead cellphone into your Jean's pocket. A charger is I  your bag. Just in case. You slide as quietly as possible into the garage.

You'll leave them the car. They have the dogs.

But you'll take the bike.

You pull it off it's hanging place, and open a side door. You swing your leg over and begin to pedal.

The trip takes twice as long on bike, but when your being chased by zombies it doesn't feel like very long at all.

Soon you're pulling on the on-ramp to the highway.

You don't know where tote going. You just know there has to be somewhere  safe. Somewhere out there. You look back over your shoulder, tempted to go back.

They're probably still asleep. They'd never know you were even gone.

But you steel yourself and continue ahead as the stars begin to fade.

YOU'VE SURVIVED THE FIRST DAY OF THE BURGEONING ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE