The Zombie kind, ofcourse!

The bulletin states that the recently deceased are rising from their graves to attack the living!

"Oh, no!" you say. "We have to get home quick! Falicity is still tied to the bed. We have to save her!"

"Wait, what?!" she asks.

"I'll explain on the way," you take a sharp turn and drive off into the night.

"Slow down! What's going on?" she shrieks.

"You heard the radio, we're being chased by a bunch of dead people!" you say.

"Oh my god!" Kylie shouts. "And who's Falicity?"

"She's my sex ****," you answer.

"WHAT?! You have a... wait, you're telling me you keep a girl prisoner in your basement?" she asks, wide eyed.

"Yes," you say.

"Why?" she asks.

"Because she came to me, begging for help because her boyfriend beat her and she needed a way out. I said yes, but in return she would have to become my ****," you say.

"So... this is basically legalized slavery?" she says.

"I suppose you could put it that way," you shrug.

"Why the hell would you do that? She's a ****! She should be free!" she says.

"I love to fuck and beat her, that's why," you say.

"Are you expecting me to become your ****, too?" she asks.

"If you want to," you say.

"NO!" she shouts.

"Well, then your just my girlfriend," you say.

"What?! Why would you even want me to become your ****?" she asks.

"Don't you think that's a little obvious?" you say.

"I don't know what to say," she says.

"Say yes," you coax.

She thinks for a moment.

"No! Of course not," she says.

"Oh well. It was worth a try," you say.

You pull into your driveway. Thankfully there are no zombies around.

You're about to open the car door when... "THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE!" Kylie shouts. "THEY'RE AFTER US!"

A zombie slams it's body against the side of the car. You kick the door out, knocking it back and jump out. Then you kick it again, knocking it down.

"Here!" Kylie shouts and tosses you a tire iron.

You dispatch the zombie and lead her inside.

"Master! Please save me!" Falicity screams from the bedroom at the end of the hall.

"Come on!" you shout. "Before the zombies get to her!"

You rush down the hall, killing another zombie as you go. You swing the tire iron and destroy its head, but when you reach the bedroom, there are actually TWO zombies in there with her!

What the hell? Were the zombies waiting in ambush? You smash one's head in but the second tackles you.

"Kylie! Help me!" you scream.

Kylie comes over and kicks the second zombie in the face, knocking its head as hard as she can. The thing crumples, but she trips and falls on top of you.

"Thanks," you say and pull her off of you.

"No problem," she says.

"The zombies are in the backyard. Let's get out of here," she says.

"Alright, help me untie Falicity," you say.

Kylie helps you untie her and you grab a gun from one of the dressers.

"What are you going to do?" Kylie asks.

"Protect the two of you," you say. "Now run to the pantry and grab some food. Falicity, get dressed and grab some clothes and a bundle of rope."

While they obediently fetch supplies, you grab a duffel bag and pack all of your guns and ammo into it. When they return, you tell them to start running to the car out front. You follow behind them, knowing somehow that you'll probably never be able to return.

As you drive down the road, you can see shamblers getting up off the street and out of the abandoned cars. Things are getting bad quick.

"Master, what is going on?" Falicity asks, tears streaming down her face.

You do your best to explain the news bulletin and the zombies to Falicity.

Then you say, "Oh, and this is Kylie. She's my new girlfriend."

"Oh," Falicity says.

"Yeah, it's weird for me too," Kylie says.

"We're not going back," you say.

"Why not?" Falicity asks.

"Because we'll be eaten," you say.

"What?" she says.

"He's right," Kylie says.

"You're joking," she says.

"No joke," you say.

"Well, what are we going to do about them?" she asks, pointing at a zombir on the street corner.

"We need to find Captain Pacco," you say, veering down a side street.

"This street's blocked too!" Kylie says.

You stomp on the gas and plow through them. One goes flying into the air and lands behind the car.

"Oh my God," she says, almost in tears.

The car continues down the road, crushing the dead bodies under its wheels. After a few minutes, you come to a barricade of trash dumpsters. A dozen dead bodies are piled up in the road, and you're **** to stop.

You get out of the car and head over to them.