Zombie CYOA

[Twi]

Introduction

Midday of Febuary 6 found Warren Gainnes, an EMT that worked the nightshift, sound asleep in his Toronto apartment. He was quite worn out by the last night of work he had, and really needed this sleep. Unfortunately, he would not get this sleep as he was roused from his slumber by screams, the sound of glass being broken, and more than a few gunshots. He was immediately alert, hoping out of bed and checking around after realizing the broken glass was much closer than the other noises. His suspicions of a break in were confirmed by sounds emanating from the kitchen. Upon further investigation, and to his suprise, Warren found that a person, or young woman to be exact, had broken into his apartment by using the window by the fire escape. Although suprised, Warren had the sense to grab one of the larger kitchen knives from the block of cutlery beside him. Emboldened by this weapon, Warren said "I don't know who you are, or what your doing here............. but I suggest that you get out of here immediately!"

The woman did not immediately respond, and when she finally did, it was just to turn around and face Warren. He couldn't help but examine the woman, and did not realize something was wrong with her until he looked her in the eyes. Her eyes had a dull, lifeless quality to them, but the rest of her appeared rather normal. This realization was no consolation when the woman lunged at him and bit down hard on his right arm. As the teeth sank into his flesh, Warren let out a pained cry and followed up with a hard punch to the woman's face. This loosened the woman's hold, which allowed him to push her some distance away. "What the fuck!?", was his suprised response when the woman got back up and lunged at him again. This time he stabbed her a few times in the chest and stomach with the knife in his left hand. The woman continued her attack, and so did Warren, leaving Warren with a couple minor scratches/bites and the woman with several stab wounds. Finally, Warren stabbed the woman in the head, leaving her quite motionless and dead. As the woman fell to the floor and slumped against the wall, Warren stumbled backwards against the opposite wall and let himself fall to a position slumped against the wall much like the woman was. As he slumped down to the floor he asked himself aloud "What in gods name is going on!? Why did she attack me?"

After these two coherent statements the shock of killing this woman caught up with him and left him unable to act, or think coherently. He could not hear the screams from people on the streets, the gunshots, nor the sound of glass breaking. He sat there from some time, not moving, trying to sort out his own situation. A frantic knock at his door and yelling for help startled him back into reality. Warren could swear that he recognized the voice from somewhere and felt compelled to help the person, but in his current state and with the woman he obviously murdered in the room he wasn't sure what to do.

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Status
Name: Warren Gainnes
Health: 73% (bleeding from wounded right arm. Terrified, Paranoid.)
Inventory:
1. Kitchen Knife
2. nothing
3. nothing
4. nothing
5. nothing
6. nothing


Choices:
A. Open the door and let the person in.

B. Ignore the person's plight and instead search his apartment for useful stuff.




Alright guys, this is the start of something that I haven't done before, but have always wanted to try out, writing a CYOA (Choose Your Own Adventure). For those of you who haven't heard of this, or participated in one before, that means that I write part of a story, and at the end offer you options to choose from to continue the story. Then you guys vote on what happens next and the cycle continues. Evaluate each option carefully, as each will have its advantages and disadvantages, some could even lead to the death of characters in the story. If you would like to give me ideas for characters to introduce in the story, feel free to do so, though there is no guarenty that the character will be introduced, especially not immediately........ I'd appreciate help with this, coming up with names and stuff is not one of my strong points. Speaking of which, this story has no title yet....... if you can come up with a good zombie/resident evil themed* title, then feel free to tell me. Finally, I would appreciate any criticism or comments you have to offer, and hope that someone at least will find this mildly interesting. Thanks for reading! ^^


*This will not necessarily be a RE story, but it will draw influence from that and a few other Survival Horror/Action Horror games.

[Twi]

2 A - 3 B
Well now. The people of .hack, out of the kindness and generousity in their hearts, have decided to let the poor man die outside by himself.................. bastards. /sarcasm

Ok, seeing as today is a snow day for me, and im up at 7 in the morning, I have decided to go ahead and update. I would like to thank ya'll for participating in this! Also, if you realize that particular actions would go better with a plan...... then feel free to come up with one. The best plan for the situation is the one that is implemented.



Intro Part II

The man's screams and cries for help permiated through the apartment walls, but Warren wasn't listening to them anymore. He had himself to look after, and that arm wound was bleeding pretty heavily. He immediately searched for the first aid kit he knew he had lying around somewhere, and found it beside the fire hydrant. He put the knife down on the counter and opened the kit up. He scanned the contents quickly, looking for the dressings coated with a hemostatic substance. After a short search he found it, and dressed the wound on his arm.

A couple gunshots sounded from the hallway, and then his death cry. Warren was pained by leaving the man outside to die, but started to rationalize his decision. Rather than wasting time lamenting his decision, he began searching for stuff he could use. In his search, he finds a lighter, 2 cans of hairspay, duct tape, a messenger bag, an aluminium baseball bat, a broken Smith and Wesson Model 686 magnum revolver, and a loaded "clip" for the magnum. Afterwards Warren decides to get dressed, just incase he has to leave.

A few minutes later he hears that multiple people are banging against his door, though this time it wasn't to get his attention, but instead to knock it down. Warren knows he only has a limited amount of time before that door begins to splinter and he probably needs to get out of there........

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Status
Warren Gainnes
Health: 73% (Right arm hurt. Scared/Paranoid.)
Inventory*
1. Block of Cutlery (11/11)*can be thrown or used as normal.
2. Baseball Bat -equipped-
3. 357. magnum (broken)
4. 357. "clip" (7/7)
5. Hairspray Can
6. Hairspray Can
Messenger bag
1-2. First Aid kit
3.

Choice:
A. Go out the fire escape
B. Go out the door
C. Stay In the apartment


*The lighter and tape would take up very little space in real life, so im not going to make them use up inventory space.

[Twi]

A wins 3-0....... way to pick the safe option. /sarcasm.


Warren quickly decided that the best course of action would be to leave the apartment by means of the fire excape, and he suddenly found himself climbing out of his windo on to the fire escape. The erie silence outside was immediately noticable, it was as if everyone had died or dropped of the face of the earth. His thoughts were interrupted by the noise of his door begining to give way, and he hurried down to street level. With no one around and any immediate danger gone, Warren was left alone with his thoughts as he wandered aimlessly. 'This whole situation seems....... familiar......... But to what!?' He stopped in his tracks as he came to a sudden realization. 'NO! This is like that incident in America.......... But how!? The company responsible was shut down.......'

Warren snapped out of it and forced his attention outwardly, expecting some sort of nasty suprise to try and sneak up on him. He was alone in a city that is potentially full of zombies, or worse, with weapons he could hardly call reliable or effective. Warren knew of several places he could go to that would be safer than his current predicament. His first thoughts were of the Auto shop nearby, as he had a friend that worked there and was sorta sure it would be safe. The next closest would be the hospital, but that was further away. Since it was his place of work he figured it would be easier to defend. The last, and furthest in travel distance, would be the Police Station. The periodic gunfire coming from its direction cued him in that it was still safe.

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Status
Warren Gainnes
Health: 73% (Right arm hurt. Scared.)
Inventory*
1. Block of Cutlery (11/11)*can be thrown or used as normal.
2. Baseball Bat -equipped-
3. 357. magnum (broken)
4. 357. "clip" (7/7)
5. Hairspray Can
6. Hairspray Can

Messenger bag
1-2. First Aid kit
3.

Choices:

A. Check out the Auto Repair Shop
B. Head to the hospital
C. Head to the Police Station

[Twi]

Well guys, you've narrowly managed to ecape death, picking A 3-2. I'm not going to be evil and make you decide carefully this time, neither option is going to lead to death. Its time to arm up and do what you think is the better of the two.......


An Ally Gained?

Warren looked towards the auto repair shop, noting to himself it was the closest of the three and possibly one of the safer. This was his chosen destination, and he hope that his choice would prove to be the right choice. The trip to the auto repair shop was uneventful; he found the streets to be quite empty of people. However, the same could not be said of his arrival at the shop. Even before he reached the door, he could hear a fight going on in the shop itself. He attempted to open the door into the shop, but it was locked. Instead of futilely trying to open the door or bang against it, Warren pressed his ear against the door to listen in more closely. All he heard though was a shot gun going off, the apparent end of the fight. He looked around the streets, noticing they weren't quite as empty as he originally thought they were. People were headed right his way apparently coming from the hospital, although there appeared to be something very wrong with them. Warren couldn't see them from this distance, and he didn't think he really wanted to.

Warren screamed and banged against the door in an attempt to get whoever might be left to let him in the shop. Apparently the person was choosing to ignore him, but he continued anyway. As the group of people neared, he noticed their injuries would normally be crippling, and most were missing skin and flesh on parts of their body. His knocking intensified, whoever was in their opened the door.......... and stuck a shotgun in his face.

Warren would have completely stopped moving, if it were not for the fact that he was shaking so much because he was terrified. His skin began to turn a very pale white at an accelerated pace, and a lump formed in his throat. He stared at the gun in his face, for what seemed like minutes, even if it were only seconds. The man who held the shotgun calmly and commanded, "Don't move........ If your human, I want you to say something. Otherwise your going to be missing that head of yours." When Warren did not, or to be more accurate could not respond, The man with a shotgun yelled at him, "I SAID SPEAK!"

Warren was then compelled to look at the man in the face, and knew he shouldn't be afraid. However a gun to the face, even if you recognize the wielder, is rarely, if ever, any sort of assurance. He mangaged to speak this time however, stammering out, "a-Al-Alphons?" The man grabbed Warren, dragging him inside the building by force and then shut and locked the door. Alphons looked at Warren more closely, his eyes filled with recognition and an apology was already on his lips. "Warren!? uh.... I mean...... I didn't recognize you....... didn't mean to........"


Warren was rather relieved without the gun pointed at his face, and did not feel any anger towards Alfons. He would do the same if he were in Alfons' position. Warren started to regain his composure, and color in his skin. "Its ok...... I probably would have done that too....... now if you don't mind, mind if I take a seat?"

Alphons immediately responded with an "Of course" and brought his friend into the office to have a seat. He looked at his friend closely, his eyes drawn to the wounds. "You've met those... things too?" Warren's response was of course a yes, and the two began conversing for a small bit, enjoying each others companies in the chaos the city was in. Eventually the conversation was brought to how to get out of the city. Warren asked bluntly, "I know you have a few working cars here, or enough parts to get at least one car working completely........... so why haven't you gotten out of here?"

Alphons looked as if he were deep in though, almost like he was deciding what he should tell his friend. Finally he told him flatly, "...... An hour or so ago I tried to leave the city...... unfortunately the government has decided to quarantine the city. No one enters, and you can't leave without getting shot to pieces by the Army."

Warren was somewhat shocked, but was already thinking that might be the case. He then asked, "So what now? Do we take your truck to the police station?"

Alphons' response to this was definately not what Warren wanted to hear. "Afraid not. The truck took a few shots from them. I'd need to repair it before we could use it..... We could try and fix it, or we might take the sewers to put us closer there." He looks at his friend's armaments and laughs. The one gun he did have was broken, but not unfixable. "Let me take that .357 off your hands, I can fix it up for you."

As Alphons repaired the revolver, zombies were constantly banging at the entrances to shop, a constant reminder of the danger posed by just remaining there. Alphons was soon finished with the repairs and handed it back to Warren. "Take good care of it.... I don't want to repair that gun again for some time. Speaking of guns.... I have one or two lying around here, If you need to arm up, feel free to take one or two of them. Just leave something for me to use."

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Status

Warren Gainnes
Health: 73% (Right arm hurt. Scared.)
Inventory
Personal Items: Lighter
1. Block of Cutlery (11/11)
2. Baseball Bat -equipped-
3. 357. magnum (7/7)
4. 357. "clip" (7/7)
5. Hairspray Can
6. Hairspray Can

Messenger bag
1-2. First Aid kit
3.


Alphons Slawomir
Health: 100% (yes he completely beasted the zombie in the struggle)
Inventory
Personal Items: Tool Kit, dog tags
1. nothing
2. nothing
3. nothing
4. nothing
5. nothing
6. nothing





Choices(this time with no death choices!)

First thing you must decide is how to arm both of them and what you might want to leave behind. (List of weapons/items below)

Next is your choice among these things:

A. Take the sewers to get within reasonable walking distance to the Police Station
B. Let Alfons repair the Truck (He has the parts needed to repair it, however it might take a bit) and drive it to the Police Station




Items to be distributed:

Custom Shotgun (3/4) - The shotgun has been shortened for better CQC usage and is more powerful than a normal shotgun. The downsides are it has a larger spread and less accuracy than a normal shotgun.

Shotgun Shells (16)

M1 Garand (0/8) - This weapon is highly accurate and quite powerful. The downside is that the magazine will not eject until all shots have been fired. It is compatible with most hunting scopes, but doesn't currently have one attached

5 "en bloc" clips for M1 Garand (all full)

M1911A1 handgun (8/8)

.45 caliber rounds (40)

2 clips for M1911A1 (both have 8/8 rounds) - Unless a clip is used to reload, you do it by hand. All clips take up one spot in addition to the normal handgun rounds

Molotov Cocktails (4)

Crowbar

Combat Knife