now the zombies are inside the stadium. In your deteriorated state, you’re in no shape to fight your way out.
You get eaten by a mob of zombie soccer hooligans.
THE END
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You slowly regain consciousness, feeling something hard and flat pressing against your face. Yup, that’s the kitchen floor. Moaning, you unscrunch your eyes. You know that feeling when you’re unsure of your surroundings, and then slowly the previous night’s misadventures start creeping back to you? Well, it’s like a hundred million times worse when the previous night includes a zombie apocalypse.
Wait, can that be right? Whose kitchen is this, anyway? The swinging doors are barricaded with appliances. You sort of remember doing that. You get off the floor and crack open the door to the alley. A half dozen moaning, decomposing dead people are waiting there, staring you right in the face. You slam the door and lock it again. Yow! How are you going to get out of this one? And what’s that smell? Something in the kitchen reeks.
Brains , you think. Sure enough, several portions of sweetbread have been sitting out all night, uncooked. You grab them (somehow choking down the considerable gag reflex), open the back door, huck them over the zombies’ heads, and break into a run.
Whoops—it looks like they’re ignoring your diversion completely. Quick! Do you keep running and hope to make it past them or try to dive back into the kitchen while you still have the chance?
If you give up on the whole escaping idea and retreat to the shelter of the restaurant, turn to page 22.
Then again, if you quit now you might never escape. If you push on, turn to page 189.
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“Sure,” you say. It takes her what seems like hours to compose a letter, and since she’s out of stamps, she offers to pay you with pie instead, which works out better for both of you (mmm, pie). You put your junk mail delivery plan on hold and go fetch your zombie burying shovel, hoping it will be better suited for decapitating than that long-handled broom was.
When you find the first roving corpse about a mile toward the city, you’re ready for it. The zombie goes down with a single well-placed shovel to the neck. To be honest, it’s badass. Unfortunately, they keep multiplying as you get closer to town. Trying to fight them all would be a suicide mission, so you switch to a strategy that involves a lot of running, and try to make it to the campus without being overwhelmed. Once there, you discover that it’s overrun with undead college students. A zombie in a tweed jacket who looks like he was probably faculty lunges at you, and when you smack him with your shovel he grabs it by the end and won’t let go.
By the time you wrest your weapon from the thing’s grasp, you’re surrounded. You dispatch Professor Stinky, but two more file in right behind him. No! Don’t let it end like this!
Suddenly you hear a high-pitched scream behind you, followed by the sounds of blunt instruments meeting flesh. You turn to see several college students, very much alive, battering away at the undead and opening up a hole in the crowd. “Come on!” a young woman says urgently.
You’re not about to argue with that. They take you across campus to their ad hoc shelter, where it looks like a couple of dozen survivors are hunkered down. Then they stop you at the door, demanding to check every inch of you for zombie bites before letting you in.
“Look, I’m just trying to find a guy named Brad Silverman,” you say.
A skinny kid who looks like he hasn’t slept in a week sticks his head out from behind the door. “I’m Brad,” he says.
“Uh, I’ve got a letter from your Mom.”
This prompts general laughter all around, and Brad takes the letter, opening it a bit sheepishly and unfolding the several pages he finds inside. “She sent me eighty bucks,” he says, fishing out a check.
The students don’t have much to eat, but they do have at least eight working
You get eaten by a mob of zombie soccer hooligans.
THE END
Back
99
You slowly regain consciousness, feeling something hard and flat pressing against your face. Yup, that’s the kitchen floor. Moaning, you unscrunch your eyes. You know that feeling when you’re unsure of your surroundings, and then slowly the previous night’s misadventures start creeping back to you? Well, it’s like a hundred million times worse when the previous night includes a zombie apocalypse.
Wait, can that be right? Whose kitchen is this, anyway? The swinging doors are barricaded with appliances. You sort of remember doing that. You get off the floor and crack open the door to the alley. A half dozen moaning, decomposing dead people are waiting there, staring you right in the face. You slam the door and lock it again. Yow! How are you going to get out of this one? And what’s that smell? Something in the kitchen reeks.
Brains , you think. Sure enough, several portions of sweetbread have been sitting out all night, uncooked. You grab them (somehow choking down the considerable gag reflex), open the back door, huck them over the zombies’ heads, and break into a run.
Whoops—it looks like they’re ignoring your diversion completely. Quick! Do you keep running and hope to make it past them or try to dive back into the kitchen while you still have the chance?
If you give up on the whole escaping idea and retreat to the shelter of the restaurant, turn to page 22.
Then again, if you quit now you might never escape. If you push on, turn to page 189.
Back
100
“Sure,” you say. It takes her what seems like hours to compose a letter, and since she’s out of stamps, she offers to pay you with pie instead, which works out better for both of you (mmm, pie). You put your junk mail delivery plan on hold and go fetch your zombie burying shovel, hoping it will be better suited for decapitating than that long-handled broom was.
When you find the first roving corpse about a mile toward the city, you’re ready for it. The zombie goes down with a single well-placed shovel to the neck. To be honest, it’s badass. Unfortunately, they keep multiplying as you get closer to town. Trying to fight them all would be a suicide mission, so you switch to a strategy that involves a lot of running, and try to make it to the campus without being overwhelmed. Once there, you discover that it’s overrun with undead college students. A zombie in a tweed jacket who looks like he was probably faculty lunges at you, and when you smack him with your shovel he grabs it by the end and won’t let go.
By the time you wrest your weapon from the thing’s grasp, you’re surrounded. You dispatch Professor Stinky, but two more file in right behind him. No! Don’t let it end like this!
Suddenly you hear a high-pitched scream behind you, followed by the sounds of blunt instruments meeting flesh. You turn to see several college students, very much alive, battering away at the undead and opening up a hole in the crowd. “Come on!” a young woman says urgently.
You’re not about to argue with that. They take you across campus to their ad hoc shelter, where it looks like a couple of dozen survivors are hunkered down. Then they stop you at the door, demanding to check every inch of you for zombie bites before letting you in.
“Look, I’m just trying to find a guy named Brad Silverman,” you say.
A skinny kid who looks like he hasn’t slept in a week sticks his head out from behind the door. “I’m Brad,” he says.
“Uh, I’ve got a letter from your Mom.”
This prompts general laughter all around, and Brad takes the letter, opening it a bit sheepishly and unfolding the several pages he finds inside. “She sent me eighty bucks,” he says, fishing out a check.
The students don’t have much to eat, but they do have at least eight working
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