reanimated corpse look.
Your fleeing skills are becoming quite honed, and you start to do just that, but hesitate. This isn’t some stranger. You know this girl, kind of. It might be more humane (not to mention safer for the rest of the building) to put her out of her misery. Then again, is there any chance she can still be saved?
If you decide to bring the zombie girl with you in the hopes of finding a cure, turn to page 229.
If that sounds like crazy talk and you just leave her there, turn to page 125.
If you think the responsible thing to do is to put her down, turn to page 147.
Back
18
The zombies outside seem to be congregating around your car, so you take Ernie’s El Camino instead, burning rubber out of the garage and plowing through a gaggle of undead hooligans in the driveway. You have to admit, a little automotive zombie slaughter actually feels kind of good.
Ernie drives out to the edge of town and turns onto a dirt road, unlatching the little rope barrier with a sign that reads “no unauthorized vehicles beyond this point,” even though you seriously doubt you’re an authorized vehicle. After a short drive, he pulls over and the two of you sneak the rest of the way to the plant, which is surrounded by a high chain link fence.
“That’s what the bolt cutters are for,” Ernie grins, digging through his duffel bag. He gets to work on the fence while you scout the premises for guards. At first, the place appears to be abandoned, but then you spot a guy in a hard hat with a clipboard wandering around on the far side of the facility, probably on a smoke break.
“I thought you said there would be armed guards here or something,” you say when you get back to the spot where Ernie is still cutting chain link. You distinctly remember your friend mentioning the need for overwhelming force.
“Guns, clipboards, whatever,” Ernie replies. Now he’s strapping on a big bandolier-style shoulder belt thing, with who knows what stuffed into the little pouches on it. “A clipboard can be used as a weapon. The point is, this ends now.”
Hmm. Your friend may have gone over the deep end. “Um, right,” you say carefully. “So what’s the plan?”
“The plan is, we set these charges and blow this place sky high.” Yeah. Ernie has left the building. “Don’t you see?” he continues. “The fluoro-industrial complex has been poisoning us for years, and now it’s gone too far. They’re behind all of this! Your aunt’s note proves it!”
He pauses. “Listen, if you don’t want to be part of it, you can leave. That’s why I told you about the valley—go there and hunker down, in case I can’t stop them. But I have to do this, and chances are, I’m not making it out alive. This is my Little Big Horn. My Waterloo. My Endor. ”
You’re fairly certain that the rebel forces survived Endor, but now doesn’t seem like the time to bring it up. Also, you suspect that a better plan of action would be to just waltz in and ask the guy in the hard hat if he knows anything about zombies. This is crazy. But then again, who knows? Maybe Ernie’s right. If the plant really is pumping zombie juice into the water, you probably should stop it. Or at least come along to see that any innocent bystanders get out alive while Ernie does his thing.
“What’s it going to be?” your friend demands. “You can leave if you want, but don’t try to stop this. Are you with me or against me?”
If you’re with him, turn to page 276.
If you’re against him, or at least against the insane idea of storming the water facility and blowing it to smithereens, turn to page 88.
Back
20
Really? You’ve fled every remotely dangerous situation so far, but a swarm of forty or fifty zombies gorging themselves on the flesh of the living sounds like the kind of thing you’d like to take your chances on? I mean, good for you and all. It just seems a little out of character.
You take a closer look at the ghastly scene
Your fleeing skills are becoming quite honed, and you start to do just that, but hesitate. This isn’t some stranger. You know this girl, kind of. It might be more humane (not to mention safer for the rest of the building) to put her out of her misery. Then again, is there any chance she can still be saved?
If you decide to bring the zombie girl with you in the hopes of finding a cure, turn to page 229.
If that sounds like crazy talk and you just leave her there, turn to page 125.
If you think the responsible thing to do is to put her down, turn to page 147.
Back
18
The zombies outside seem to be congregating around your car, so you take Ernie’s El Camino instead, burning rubber out of the garage and plowing through a gaggle of undead hooligans in the driveway. You have to admit, a little automotive zombie slaughter actually feels kind of good.
Ernie drives out to the edge of town and turns onto a dirt road, unlatching the little rope barrier with a sign that reads “no unauthorized vehicles beyond this point,” even though you seriously doubt you’re an authorized vehicle. After a short drive, he pulls over and the two of you sneak the rest of the way to the plant, which is surrounded by a high chain link fence.
“That’s what the bolt cutters are for,” Ernie grins, digging through his duffel bag. He gets to work on the fence while you scout the premises for guards. At first, the place appears to be abandoned, but then you spot a guy in a hard hat with a clipboard wandering around on the far side of the facility, probably on a smoke break.
“I thought you said there would be armed guards here or something,” you say when you get back to the spot where Ernie is still cutting chain link. You distinctly remember your friend mentioning the need for overwhelming force.
“Guns, clipboards, whatever,” Ernie replies. Now he’s strapping on a big bandolier-style shoulder belt thing, with who knows what stuffed into the little pouches on it. “A clipboard can be used as a weapon. The point is, this ends now.”
Hmm. Your friend may have gone over the deep end. “Um, right,” you say carefully. “So what’s the plan?”
“The plan is, we set these charges and blow this place sky high.” Yeah. Ernie has left the building. “Don’t you see?” he continues. “The fluoro-industrial complex has been poisoning us for years, and now it’s gone too far. They’re behind all of this! Your aunt’s note proves it!”
He pauses. “Listen, if you don’t want to be part of it, you can leave. That’s why I told you about the valley—go there and hunker down, in case I can’t stop them. But I have to do this, and chances are, I’m not making it out alive. This is my Little Big Horn. My Waterloo. My Endor. ”
You’re fairly certain that the rebel forces survived Endor, but now doesn’t seem like the time to bring it up. Also, you suspect that a better plan of action would be to just waltz in and ask the guy in the hard hat if he knows anything about zombies. This is crazy. But then again, who knows? Maybe Ernie’s right. If the plant really is pumping zombie juice into the water, you probably should stop it. Or at least come along to see that any innocent bystanders get out alive while Ernie does his thing.
“What’s it going to be?” your friend demands. “You can leave if you want, but don’t try to stop this. Are you with me or against me?”
If you’re with him, turn to page 276.
If you’re against him, or at least against the insane idea of storming the water facility and blowing it to smithereens, turn to page 88.
Back
20
Really? You’ve fled every remotely dangerous situation so far, but a swarm of forty or fifty zombies gorging themselves on the flesh of the living sounds like the kind of thing you’d like to take your chances on? I mean, good for you and all. It just seems a little out of character.
You take a closer look at the ghastly scene
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