MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
Look through the spyhole....
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Lorsh
Varlot
You can't really see much, as whatever event is occurring is not happening directly in front of you. But then it is in front of your door, since some guy stumbles into your view, swearing loudly. It isn't long before he's moved away and you can't see him anymore, though.
"Fuckin' bitch," he huffs, before grunting and kicking a lady that seemed to run after him. She's sent backwards, falling onto her ass with a snarl.
"Fuckin' bitch," he huffs, before grunting and kicking a lady that seemed to run after him. She's sent backwards, falling onto her ass with a snarl.
MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
I stay quiet and wait a few more minutes, periodically checking through the spyhole. I start to hyperventilate a bit and stumble for my inhaler.
Lorsh
Varlot
The guy must have left, because he's not there anymore and he's not screaming or anything. The weird jittery lady is still out in the hallway, making weird noises. She briefly walks into the viewing range of the spyhole, and you can see her foaming slightly at the mouth. She coughs a bit, and continues to wander around. It doesn't look particularly nice, and you can hear faint ruckus from the other rooms, although you don't know what's really happening.
MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
'Shit, shit shit.' I mutter to myself. I reach for my inhaler again, I must've forgotten to use it.
I sit and cry for a bit.
I sit and cry for a bit.
Lorsh
Varlot
You manage to keep your sobbing and sniffling quiet enough for the twitchy maniac outside to not hear you. You hear a few noises... it's the sound of a door opening, and a loud crack, followed by a sickening crunch.
"C'mon Walter, let's get out of here," a voice says. You hear them running down the stairs.
You can't see anything on the other side of the spyhole, but you don't here any sick lady sounds anymore.
"C'mon Walter, let's get out of here," a voice says. You hear them running down the stairs.
You can't see anything on the other side of the spyhole, but you don't here any sick lady sounds anymore.
MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
This is it. This is my chance.
I rush through the kitchen packing any chocolate I see, not forgetting my inhaler. I open the door a crack, looking through and around before opening it more each time.
I rush through the kitchen packing any chocolate I see, not forgetting my inhaler. I open the door a crack, looking through and around before opening it more each time.
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Lorsh
Varlot
You stuff some chocolate bars into your backpack after taking them out of your drawers in the kitchen.
Looking around the hallway, you see a dead lady with foam at her mouth lying on the ground, looking pretty dead. There is nobody else on the floor, with the exception of some screamining people in miscellaneous rooms, although they have their doors closed and don't look like much of a problem for the time being.
If you want to go up or down a storey, there is an old elevator, and a stairwell.
Looking around the hallway, you see a dead lady with foam at her mouth lying on the ground, looking pretty dead. There is nobody else on the floor, with the exception of some screamining people in miscellaneous rooms, although they have their doors closed and don't look like much of a problem for the time being.
If you want to go up or down a storey, there is an old elevator, and a stairwell.
MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
I call the elevator, never being one much for stairs.
Lorsh
Varlot
According to the indicator on the wall, the elevator is coming down from one of the upper floors. It takes a minute or so, but there is a ding as the doors slide open.
You're treated to the sight of a few dead and dying people who must have moseyed into the elevator before you got a chance to. They're being mauled by three foamy and bloody, nasty-looking people. They seem like they're going to notice you in just a moment, since their victims aren't moving that much anymore.
You're treated to the sight of a few dead and dying people who must have moseyed into the elevator before you got a chance to. They're being mauled by three foamy and bloody, nasty-looking people. They seem like they're going to notice you in just a moment, since their victims aren't moving that much anymore.
MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
I slowly back off to the side, hopefully out of sight, and run as fast as I can down the stairs.
Lorsh
Varlot
You take off towards the stairs, moving as fast as your pudgy body can carry you. You move quite quickly in your frantic state, but you must not have been very used to maneuvering yourself. You reach the stairwell, but end up tripping and crashing down the stairs. You feel like your ankle may have been injured, although you're not sure how severe it is. Either way, it hurts like hell. You'll need to get off the ground.
You can hear the sounds of the weird people from the elevator. They sound like they're coming after you, but you can't see them yet.
You can hear the sounds of the weird people from the elevator. They sound like they're coming after you, but you can't see them yet.
MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
Scramble and get to my feet like my life depends on it, or keep on rollin down dem stairs.
Lorsh
Varlot
You manage to get back up on your feet, and despite the amount of pain in your ankle, you manage to get down another few sets of steps, passing by a few doors from other rooms. You can hear the sound of the infected as you make their way down, however. The sound of their deranged snarls echo in the stairwell; they're still after you.
As you keep moving down, you see a woman struggling with one of them. Another woman, slightly older. She's trying to bite the other's neck.
As you keep moving down, you see a woman struggling with one of them. Another woman, slightly older. She's trying to bite the other's neck.
MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
Run past and down. I have my own problems.
Lorsh
Varlot
You hear the normal-ish woman start to scream really loudly when the pals that were trailing you lose focus and start to overpower her instead. You don't know what's happening to her, but it doesn't sound pleasant.
You make it to the bottom floor after several more hellish sets of stairs. You are exhausted by the time you get to the bottom. The door to the main lobby is open, and in plain sight. There's a few corpses lying around the apartment lobby, as well as a single security guard with a pistol. A few residents are crowding around him for safety. Through the front windows, you can see a traffic jam in the streets, fleeing civilians and general chaos.
You make it to the bottom floor after several more hellish sets of stairs. You are exhausted by the time you get to the bottom. The door to the main lobby is open, and in plain sight. There's a few corpses lying around the apartment lobby, as well as a single security guard with a pistol. A few residents are crowding around him for safety. Through the front windows, you can see a traffic jam in the streets, fleeing civilians and general chaos.
MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
I go to the security guard for safety. I ask about what's going on and tell him about what I saw upstairs and in the elevator.
Lorsh
Varlot
The security guard basically ignores you beyond a brief recognition of your existence, since there's too much going on right now for him to pay attention to what you are saying. A resident standing nearby, a middle-aged man in a tan button-up shirt, tells you that there's maniacs everywhere. "There's fuckin' maniacs everywhere," he says.
A blood-flecked guy with long hair suddenly runs out of one of the side hallways, and the security guard ends up shooting him in the chest once. The man recoils and falls to his knees, shocked. "Goddamn it! Don't shoot, man! I'm good!" he cries.
"Fuck," the security guard breathes.
Then, out of the same hallway, a pale man in his underwear runs out. The guard hesitates too long and the long-haired wounded man gets the back of his neck bitten off. He starts to scream as the residents around the guard back up and start yelling.
A blood-flecked guy with long hair suddenly runs out of one of the side hallways, and the security guard ends up shooting him in the chest once. The man recoils and falls to his knees, shocked. "Goddamn it! Don't shoot, man! I'm good!" he cries.
"Fuck," the security guard breathes.
Then, out of the same hallway, a pale man in his underwear runs out. The guard hesitates too long and the long-haired wounded man gets the back of his neck bitten off. He starts to scream as the residents around the guard back up and start yelling.
MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
I look around for any sort of thing I can use as a weapon. I'm not relying on this guy.
'THE HEAD. TRY THE HEAD.'
'THE HEAD. TRY THE HEAD.'
Lorsh
Varlot
Music
After a quick glance, you are unable to find any weapons in your apartment building's lobby. You still have a kitchen knife, though.
The security guard takes aim, and shoots the ravenous man in his throat. Gurgling, the bloodstained assailant slumps over and begins to twitch.
More of the bloodthirsty freaks run out of the same hallway. They're in a frenzy, as if they care more about killing than eating, so they ignore the uninfected corpse on the ground. They sprint towards the group, causing screams and panic as the security guard unloads at them without any good measure of accuracy. Unfortunately, you lingered in the building's infection hotspot for too long, and also happened to be the fattest person in the crowd. A fleeing, more athletically-built man pushes you over as he rushes for the door. He makes it outside and immediately gets hit by a van.
Before you can really react, people have trampled over your pudgy form as they attempt to flee. Your face is stomped on, leaving you in a slight daze as you see the infected getting closer...
After a quick glance, you are unable to find any weapons in your apartment building's lobby. You still have a kitchen knife, though.
The security guard takes aim, and shoots the ravenous man in his throat. Gurgling, the bloodstained assailant slumps over and begins to twitch.
More of the bloodthirsty freaks run out of the same hallway. They're in a frenzy, as if they care more about killing than eating, so they ignore the uninfected corpse on the ground. They sprint towards the group, causing screams and panic as the security guard unloads at them without any good measure of accuracy. Unfortunately, you lingered in the building's infection hotspot for too long, and also happened to be the fattest person in the crowd. A fleeing, more athletically-built man pushes you over as he rushes for the door. He makes it outside and immediately gets hit by a van.
Before you can really react, people have trampled over your pudgy form as they attempt to flee. Your face is stomped on, leaving you in a slight daze as you see the infected getting closer...
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MaximumPowah
Jack of All Trades
I close my eyes and lay still, hoping someone else gets it first.
Lorsh
Varlot
Music
While your eyes are closed, you hear the screams of several other people. The gunshots cease, signifying that the security guard has either been killed, or his puny handgun simply ran out of ammunition.
Maybe a few other people got attacked first, but you're no exception to those who ultimately met their doom today. Fingernails dig into you with such ferocity that you could have sworn they were an animal's claws. You are torn asunder by several of the freakish folk, who maul and rip into your corpulent husk with their teeth and hands. You die, and it's pretty horrible, but at least you're unconscious from blood loss after about a minute or so.
You lie on the bloodsoaked, slippery ground for a few hours while the infection does its work on your remains. Some things in your body start to fire again, and you rise as one of the slow undead. Your body and mind are no longer under your control. You linger in the apartment lobby with a couple dozen other civilians who were killed, waiting for fresh meat to show up. Many people escaped, although almost all of them sustained wounds and infections. They'll be turning into freaks sooner or later, too.
While your eyes are closed, you hear the screams of several other people. The gunshots cease, signifying that the security guard has either been killed, or his puny handgun simply ran out of ammunition.
Maybe a few other people got attacked first, but you're no exception to those who ultimately met their doom today. Fingernails dig into you with such ferocity that you could have sworn they were an animal's claws. You are torn asunder by several of the freakish folk, who maul and rip into your corpulent husk with their teeth and hands. You die, and it's pretty horrible, but at least you're unconscious from blood loss after about a minute or so.
You lie on the bloodsoaked, slippery ground for a few hours while the infection does its work on your remains. Some things in your body start to fire again, and you rise as one of the slow undead. Your body and mind are no longer under your control. You linger in the apartment lobby with a couple dozen other civilians who were killed, waiting for fresh meat to show up. Many people escaped, although almost all of them sustained wounds and infections. They'll be turning into freaks sooner or later, too.
You have reanimated. (Game Over)
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