Choose Your Own Adventure Story - Zombie Apocalypse

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Suddenly, banging is heard from downstairs. Oliver immediately leaps up, and flies down the stairs, to let in a blood drenched Harvey.

"What did I tell you about having one person downstairs at all times?" Harvey bellows. "We're lucky I killed all the zombies within close distance, otherwise I'd be dead, and you'd soon follow!"

"I-I'm sorry." Oliver cringes. "I was meeting everyone, and sorting boxes—"

"Does this look like a social hour to you?!" Harvey roars. "Does this look like a party? Is this fun to you? I'm covered in blood! I'm not having fun! I'm not—"

"Harvey!" Nana snaps, as she slowly makes her way down the stairs. "Lower your voice right now, you fool, you're being a beacon to the infected, and they're gonna come crawling to you any minute now if you keep up that hollerin'."

"Sorry, ma." Harvey breaths out a sharp apology.

"You're a grown man," Nana responds. "Let me treat you like one." She hobbles over to him. "I know this is hard. I know you're under so much stress, sweetheart, but ain't nothing gonna be fixed by yelling."

"You're right." He accepts her embrace. "Oliver, I'm sorry." He nods.

"It's alright. I'll make sure at least one of us is down here at all times from now on." He offers a slightly pained grin.

"Off to bed now, everyone." Harvey says shortly. "Women on the left, men on the right." He plops his gun down, on his cot right by the door, and goes upstairs to wash off.

Nana crawls into the cot nearest to the stairs, Violet climbs into the hammock above her. Carter springs into the middle hammock, and Oliver settles into the cot below it.

Where will you sleep?

The hammock in the middle - go to 21
The cot in the middle - go to 22
The hammock by the door - go to 23
The cot by the door - go to 24