Choose Your Own Adventure Story - Zombie Apocalypse

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You choose the hammock by the door.

Harvey comes back downstairs, turns off the lights, and crawls into his cot. Snores begin to echo throughout the room, and you think about how lucky you are to be here.

As you begin to doze off, something bursts through the door with a guttural shriek. It's a zombie. It goes straight for you, since you're close to the door, and moving a lot in the hammock. Oliver immediately runs for the door, and slams it, preventing anything else from entering.

You have no time to leave the hammock, or grab a gun. If you took a pocket knife from the house, then you're able to stab the zombie in the eye.

If you took the pocket knife, keep reading.

If not, you died.

As the zombie charges you again, Harvey jumps up behind the zombie, and stabs it in the heart.

Carter rushes to you, pulls you out of the hammock, and holds you close to him. "Are you hurt?" He whispers.

"No." You respond, quietly.

"Are you telling me we forgot to lock the door?" Harvey says in an icy cold whisper. "Even with all the confusion, that was a nearly fatal mistake. I can't believe this." Harvey storms upstairs, muttering about our incompetency.

"Shit, I don't know how I could've forgotten to lock the door." Oliver groans, rubbing his eyes.

"It's not only your fault, dear." Nana comforts him.

"Yes, but had someone died, we would've lost 100% of them. We'd all be 100% responsible for that." He snaps. "I'm sorry." He softens, accepting Nana's warm hug.

Carter gives you a weak smile and puts you on the cot in the middle, before going back to his hammock.

"So we're just gonna leave the body?" Violet asks sarcastically. "Oliver, go open the door for me." Violet demands, as she picks up the zombie by the arms, and drags it out the door. "Do what you want with it in the morning. I'm washing my hands and going back to bed."

"She's a badass." You laugh quietly, as everyone settles down for bed for the second time.

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