The apocalypse, who would have thought that it would be fucking zombies that caused it. After playing games, watching shows and reading books about these situations for most of your life you thought I could handle this with ease, you were very wrong about that. The world has taken almost everything from you, and it doesn't look like it was going to get any better anytime soon.
When things first went down, you were just a shop clerk, though this saved your life. It was a night like any other you were standing there behind the counter, your eyes barely staying open. That's when a man shoved his way through the door. Blood flowed from his neck and his eyes, you jumped back in shock and instinctively reached for a small twenty-two revolver stored under the counter.
The man turned to you and lunged at you howling wildly. You pulled the gun and aimed at him telling him to stop and leave the store. The man quite clearly didn't understand what you were saying and continued to reach for you. He grabbed onto your shirt, and you pulled the trigger putting a round into his head and killing him.
That was your first encounter with a zed, and it indeed wasn't your last. Now it was almost three months, you think, and you were scavenging a small gas station. Suddenly from behind you, a voice rang out, "Hey you okay?" You turned back and without thinking pulled out that pistol that had saved your life that first night and every night since. "Easy I don't want to fight." The girl said, you looked at her and saw a redheaded girl with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a small black tee shirt along with some rather tight-fitting jeans. "Who are you?" You asked,
"Name is Hannah, I saw you from outside. You alone?" Hannah asked with her hands still raised,
"Yeah." You said softly; you thought back to everyone all your friends and family that had been slowly picked off one by one from the dead leaving you alone,
"Do you want to come back with me to my group?" Hannah asked lowering her hands,
"What's the catch?" You asked Hannah,
"No catch, we need more people and if you've made it this long than you've already proved yourself." She said with a smile,
"Why are you trusting me? You don't even know me." You replied cautiously,
"Maybe it's because I'm an idiot or maybe I just like your style but for some reason, I don't think you're going to kill anyone. So what do you say?" Hannah asked looking at you hopefully,
You thought about it for a moment and realized why the hell not. You've been going from house to house, car to car, just looking for a safe place to sleep. This woman was giving you a chance, "Alright, I'm in."
"Great!" Hannah exclaimed, "Here follow me; we got a bit of a drive ahead of us."
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A interactive zombie story that not only has you fighting against the hordes of the undead but has you making relationships with your camp survivors. This will be more or less a full fledged story that has some erotic parts. Also side note, please add some story lines, make your own apocalypse adventure!
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