Unconverted

You are a worker at a painfully generic office building. You spend all day doing nothing in particular, and you're really not sure what value you contribute to your company. Your pay is measly, but it could be worse. Your life is dreadfully, crushingly dull. Between your morning coffee and weekly Pilates classes, you feel like you would give anything just to experience a little bit of excitement in your dreary everyday life.

As you watch the clock tick forward, each second seems to go slower than the last. With absolutely nothing of use to do, you can only sit and daydream about what might be. You imagine yourself the heroine of an action movie, crawling through the air ducts like John McClane, submachine gun in hand, blasting gangs of masked terrorists and swooping in to rescue your colleagues from harm. In the back of your head, you quietly pray for something, anything at all to break up the awful doldrums of your dead-end career.

Wish granted.

Before we continue! Let me just make sure to tell you that every character is at least 18 years of age; furthermore, zombies are not actually dead, only infected with a mutagenic disease, and any reference to such is pure metaphor. If they were dead, they wouldn't be walking around. All characters mentioned secretly enjoy everything that's happening because all of this is their fetish, and when they say otherwise, it's denial. The events mentioned in this story are entirely fictional and any resemblance to persons alive or deceased is purely coincidental.

Please use the "Start Game" button on the side to play, so that story logic will work!

NOTE: At the moment, this story is still a work in progress. I will be updating it regularly, likely with major changes to earlier parts of the story! Please have patience.