Choose Your Own Zombie Adventure

Birds of a Feather

Fuck it.

You follow him to his car, climb into the passenger's seat.

"Where to?" He asks, tossing his bat nonchalantly.  "Figure you'll need some supplies."

You eye the bloody bat in the back seat. Did you really wanna tell this guy where you lived? Did you have a choice?

"I guess I need to go home." You respond sheepishly.

"Sure." They take your address and start off in the right direction, though it'll take a while to get there. "Do you think this is it?"

His voice broke through your thoughts. "What?"

"This." He motioned around you. "The apocalypse, end times. Down fall of modern society?"

"Oh." You didn't want to think too hard about it. "I mean, maybe it was just bad drugs." You answer.

He grunts noncommittal. "And I'm a flying pig."

You snort as you round the corner to your house. "My roommate probably won't be home just yet. Dogs had a vet appointment and they've got work."

"Ah." His face soured. "You're alone during the apocalypse?"

"Who knew today would be the end of the world." You joked, unlocking the front door and welcoming him in.

"Still." You didn't realize he'd brought his bat till he set it on the counter. "Nice digs." He whistled low.

"Thanks." You respond. Maybe too cheerily considering. "I'm just gunna get some stuff together. We can wait for them-"

"Your partner?"

"My partner." You clarified, feeling a little tired. A lot tired, "to get back."

"Not to hlbe suspicious." The guy approached you. "But did you get bit?"

"What?" You cover the wound on your hand unconsciously. "N-no." You chuckle.

"I've played enough zombie games." He looks away as something behind his back clicks.

You find yourself pressed against the couch as far as you can go. "W-wait-!"

"Sorry." He levels his gun at you.

You don't see him pull the trigger.

Oh no! You've died