fire at the officer before he can shoot your friend, turn to page 278.
If you hesitate and wait for Mittens’s command before doing anything rash, turn to page 258.
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96
You suspect that you’re not thinking clearly, so elect not to make any rash decisions. You finish your cereal and craft a makeshift pillow from a couple of rolls of toilet paper. The day’s constant stress and occasional bouts of exercise have left you more tired than you knew, and soon you manage to nod off.
You’re awakened by scratching and moaning sounds, which in a zombie-infested supermarket is almost never a good sign. They must be right outside the door, and they’re trying to get in. Either they finally figured out there was food in there (and you’re not talking about Cocoa Krispies, either) or they just need to use the can, but the door is shaking and the hinges are creaking, and you realize that it can’t possibly hold much longer.
You switch the light on just as the door gives way, bursting from the weight of lord knows how many undead monstrosities. Your eyes fall upon the empty cereal box on the bathroom floor, and the look on those tiny elfin faces tells you everything you need to know.
Damn you, Crackle! Daaaaaamn yooooooou!
THE END
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97
No good can possibly come of this, so you strike out on your own. You’re a renegade, you decide. A lone wolf. That’s your new mantra: what would a lone wolf do? Not get itself killed by hanging around with that bunch, that’s for sure.
The streets, by now, are a huge, frothing zombie mess. But your keen lone wolf instincts lead you away from the crowds and to a secluded, abandoned manor on the outskirts of town. Whoever lived here must have left the instant trouble started, and you make the empty, well-stocked mansion your new home. After a few days of isolation, though, you’re bored out of your mind. There’s no phone, television, or internet, and lone wolf or not, you start to go stir crazy. You’re contemplating heading back into town to see how the whole zombie apocalypse is coming along when you hear a scratching noise coming from out front.
The undead remains of a zombie mailman are at your door, trying to get up the stairs and onto the porch. He’s missing a fair chunk out of his left leg, however, and can’t seem to climb more than about two steps without slipping and tumbling back down. From your safe spot on the porch, the thing doesn’t seem terribly dangerous. If you’re careful, this might be an opportunity to observe one of these things close up.
If you use scientific research as an excuse to fight off boredom by playing with your new zombie friend, turn to page 143.
If you suspect that this whole idea might be signaling the early stages of dementia and think you’d better just put Zombie Postman out of his misery, turn to page 210.
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You feel terrible about it, but you’re seconds away from collapsing yourself, and you know in your heart that going back for the baby would be a fool’s errand. The woman collapses in grief in the back of the ice cream truck, and Daryl agrees to stay and watch over her while you join the others inside the stadium for some much needed rest.
Moments later you hear the truck start up—apparently she’s convinced Daryl to head back to the zoo after all. Well, perhaps that’s for the best. Assuming they both survive, the poor girl can at least get some closure.
Speaking of which, as the heavy arena gates close behind you, you realize that something inside is terribly wrong. The scene before you is complete chaos, with people screaming and running around, almost as if you’re in a country where people actually care about soccer and the wrong team is winning. It may sound crazy, but could this be one of those soccer riots you’ve always heard about?
Then you realize what’s happened. In your haste to rescue as many people as you could, you must have brought someone back who was already infected, and
If you hesitate and wait for Mittens’s command before doing anything rash, turn to page 258.
Back
96
You suspect that you’re not thinking clearly, so elect not to make any rash decisions. You finish your cereal and craft a makeshift pillow from a couple of rolls of toilet paper. The day’s constant stress and occasional bouts of exercise have left you more tired than you knew, and soon you manage to nod off.
You’re awakened by scratching and moaning sounds, which in a zombie-infested supermarket is almost never a good sign. They must be right outside the door, and they’re trying to get in. Either they finally figured out there was food in there (and you’re not talking about Cocoa Krispies, either) or they just need to use the can, but the door is shaking and the hinges are creaking, and you realize that it can’t possibly hold much longer.
You switch the light on just as the door gives way, bursting from the weight of lord knows how many undead monstrosities. Your eyes fall upon the empty cereal box on the bathroom floor, and the look on those tiny elfin faces tells you everything you need to know.
Damn you, Crackle! Daaaaaamn yooooooou!
THE END
Back
97
No good can possibly come of this, so you strike out on your own. You’re a renegade, you decide. A lone wolf. That’s your new mantra: what would a lone wolf do? Not get itself killed by hanging around with that bunch, that’s for sure.
The streets, by now, are a huge, frothing zombie mess. But your keen lone wolf instincts lead you away from the crowds and to a secluded, abandoned manor on the outskirts of town. Whoever lived here must have left the instant trouble started, and you make the empty, well-stocked mansion your new home. After a few days of isolation, though, you’re bored out of your mind. There’s no phone, television, or internet, and lone wolf or not, you start to go stir crazy. You’re contemplating heading back into town to see how the whole zombie apocalypse is coming along when you hear a scratching noise coming from out front.
The undead remains of a zombie mailman are at your door, trying to get up the stairs and onto the porch. He’s missing a fair chunk out of his left leg, however, and can’t seem to climb more than about two steps without slipping and tumbling back down. From your safe spot on the porch, the thing doesn’t seem terribly dangerous. If you’re careful, this might be an opportunity to observe one of these things close up.
If you use scientific research as an excuse to fight off boredom by playing with your new zombie friend, turn to page 143.
If you suspect that this whole idea might be signaling the early stages of dementia and think you’d better just put Zombie Postman out of his misery, turn to page 210.
Back
98
You feel terrible about it, but you’re seconds away from collapsing yourself, and you know in your heart that going back for the baby would be a fool’s errand. The woman collapses in grief in the back of the ice cream truck, and Daryl agrees to stay and watch over her while you join the others inside the stadium for some much needed rest.
Moments later you hear the truck start up—apparently she’s convinced Daryl to head back to the zoo after all. Well, perhaps that’s for the best. Assuming they both survive, the poor girl can at least get some closure.
Speaking of which, as the heavy arena gates close behind you, you realize that something inside is terribly wrong. The scene before you is complete chaos, with people screaming and running around, almost as if you’re in a country where people actually care about soccer and the wrong team is winning. It may sound crazy, but could this be one of those soccer riots you’ve always heard about?
Then you realize what’s happened. In your haste to rescue as many people as you could, you must have brought someone back who was already infected, and
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