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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 15, 2009 19:31:40 GMT -6
No. Somebody wants the zombies to sneak in while all the tough guys are gone. I'm not letting the prom queen get eaten. Not until this guy bangs her.
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Post by Roger Stone on May 15, 2009 19:48:38 GMT -6
(Lol... Glad you remembered V... Anyways:)
"I'm going to go check the 'cade. Don't go anywhere," you say with a smirk. She simply nods lightly, her smile gone.
You stride across the room again, towards the door where the majority of the desks seem focused. You look through the tangle of metal and wood, hoping you'll notice any weak spots if you see them. What you do find, however, is a clear little viewhole among the mess looking through the little window in the door to the outside. Your eyes are drawn to a large pool of blood in the hall outside, eye-catchingly uninhabited by any Ms. Curry corpse.
Someone moved her. That's all. Your mind thinks- no- demands, refusing to believe the impossible
Because if they are then I'm- You cut the thought off short, not daring to finish it. You have a gut feeling doing so is for your own good.
You are about to continue your search when a blur slams up against it, pounding with a fist. You instantly jerk back, sure it's another zo-... psycho.
"HELP!! Let us in! They're comin'!!!" The man's voice is coming directly behind the door. You then hear a short chain of loud pops from what sounds like further down the hall, followed by a guttural growl.
Recovering from your initial shock, you see a black man with eyes almost bulging out of his head, and sweating bullets. He looks almost hysterical, clearly scared out of his mind. Another chain of pops, longer and louder this time, comes again. The single growl from before is joined by several.
A) Tear through the barricade; these people need help. B) Call to the others in the room, you arn't sure, and you want to see what they think. C) Look ashamedly away and back off. As much as you don't like it, it's too much a risk. D) Smile and wave, boys. Just smile and wave. Z) CYOA
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Post by slayer22 on May 15, 2009 19:56:27 GMT -6
I cna't believe I am saying this........but D would make sure no one dies, it is for the best. If you ripped down the barricade the rest surley would suffer a death. Sacrifice one life for many.
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Post by Veta on May 15, 2009 20:01:43 GMT -6
B.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 15, 2009 20:02:37 GMT -6
B this time. I'm only doing this for the prom queen.
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Post by Roger Stone on May 15, 2009 20:32:26 GMT -6
You whirl around to the class, addressing them all.
"Hey guys! There's people outside and they need help!" They all look to you for a moment, everyone still. Then they all begin talking at once, each voicing their opinons.
"Quick! Open it up, we've got to help them!" " Let 'em burn! they're just trying to take over our spot!" "What's it matter?!?! We're all going to die!!!" "Are you nuts? Let them in and the rest of us die too!" "Were those gunshots?" "We can't just let them die!" "I wanna go home!!" "Fuck them! Every man for themselves."
It seems some want to help and others don't. The more forceful of the ones that do get up and try to get to the door. The ones that don't proceed to try and hold them back. Needless to say, several fistfights break out. You stand frozen absorbed by the chaos that seems to be marching to the anti-tempo that is the guy's pounding, containing the melody of the strings of pops getting louder and closer.
After a few eternities, Bates, sporting a black eye, make it over to the door and slaps you on the back.
"Don't just stand there gaping, help me with the door!!" He begins tossing desks aside like toys, ferociously trying to clear a path to the door. You follow suit, shoving seats away. Between the two of you, you make fast progress. At one point, someone grabs your shoulder, but you feel them be torn away by another. You can see the door handle, and the pops seem to be coming from right on the other side, overpowering the man's screams. Then
*Pop-poppoppop-poppop-pop-click-clickclickclickclickclick*
"FUCK!! NO! NO! NOOO-ARRRRGG!!!" You hear screaming from the other side, this time in pain rather than fear, it soon joined by a couple more; two male, one female. Soon they're cut off, and the moaning begins anew.
Bates slams his fists onto a desk in a rage. The flimsy thing crumples into a heap. He breathes heavily, swears, and then begins slowly dragging the barricade back into place. You hang your head and follow suit.
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You sit in silence alone in a corner.
You could have saved them. If only you had acted first. If only you hadn't frozen. If only you had moved a little bit faster. If only, if only, if only....
You become unaware of time, thoroughly beating yourself up mentally.
You're pulled out of your thoughts by a slow realization of raised voices until finally yelling. You look up to see Bates and another jock (Also in a letterman, 'Winterer' this one.) in each other's faces, yelling at the top of their lungs. You pick up the gist: Winterer had been the main opposer of opening the door, and in fact had been the one to give Bates his black eye. Bates is blaming him for the deaths of the people outside. They seem ready to come to blows at any second.
A) Intervene, in-fighting can only hurt us right now. B) Sit and watch. This oughta be good. C) Go up and start pumping Bates up, he's clearly in the right. D) Side with Winterer. It was stupid to try to save them; you were simply caught up in the moment. E) Ignore it and go to sleep. It's been a long day. Z) CYOA
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Post by slayer22 on May 15, 2009 20:35:40 GMT -6
A
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 15, 2009 20:43:08 GMT -6
A
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Post by Veta on May 15, 2009 20:58:16 GMT -6
A.
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Post by andaeeee on May 16, 2009 3:43:21 GMT -6
A
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Post by Roger Stone on May 16, 2009 12:30:38 GMT -6
You manage to get up and jog over, forcing your way through the ring of people. You put yourself between the two and push them apart. (To the best of your ability, anyways.)
"It was for the best, you dum- Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Winterer questions, glaring at you now.
"Damn it you two, cut it out! We can't be fighting each other when those things are still out there!" Winterer seems to think on what you said; he is the less angry of them. Bates, on the other hand, has all his attention focused on Winterer, as though you're not even there.
"Who the hell are you to talk? You got bit, you're going to be one of them soon anyways!" Winterer says, managing to complete the thought. The rest of the class is staring at you in shock, as though this hadn't occurred to the rest of them. "It's fucking zombies, people!" Winterer continues, speaking to the class.
You stand dumbstruck. You can't deny it anymore, it's out in the open. Zombies... And I'm.... One of them....
The thought seems to echo in your mind, repeating over and over. You're barely aware of Winterer trying to sway the crowd into booting you out. You faintly realize Bates has snapped out of his shroud of madness, and is arguing, rather loudly, that you hadn't turned yet, maybe you wouldn't. You're blissfully unmindful that you hadn't stopped anything, merely changed the topic and medium of the fight. Past to present, fists to words.
You barely feel someone grab your arm and gently pull you towards the door, which is even now being cleared by Winterer's supporters. The crowd parts like the red sea, as though a simple touch would transfer your fate. The person pulling you guides you out the door, coming outside with you. The people inside close the door behind you with a solid thud.
The two of you stand in the indent of the hall where the door is, zombies miraculously absent. You dimly hear the yelling inside escalate, followed by angry stomping towards the door. Yelling directly from the other side, then the scraping of something being moved. The door swings in yet again, and another steps out. The yelling has stopped. The door swings shut again, closing with the sound of a judge's gavel adjourning the court. The sound is condemning. Final. But you arn't really there. You're still brain-locked by your situation.
"One... of them..." You barely whisper, unaware you spoke. You feel someone pat you on the cheek a couple time.
"Hey. You alright?"
"Zombies...." You whisper again. The pats become something more sharp: You've just been slapped.
"Hey! Snap out of it!" You're torn from your looped thoughts, and see Cynthia looking at you questioningly. Her hand is poised for another strike. Bates stands behind her, fiddling with some kind of automatic gun, before tossing it away. He mutters something about ammo to himself. You decide to address Cynthia first, rather than risk another slap.
"Whoa... I'm fine. Where are we?" You ask stupidly, knowing the answer already.
"They wanted to kick you out. John was against it. It was clear he wasn't going to win, so I took you out before they threw you out."
"Ah, alright... So why'd you come?"
She shrugs.
"Ok.... So why're you out here, Bates?"
"Well, you helped me out... Figured I might as well return the favor. Besides," he says smirking, "who wants to hang out to those assholes?"
"Alright.. So what now?"
"I don't know."
"Well, we should probably find somewhere to hole up, ourselves," Bates chips in. They both look at you, however.
A)Bates' idea sounds good, go hunting for an empty room. B)Head for an exit; you've got to get out of here. C)Try to reason your way back inside; you won't last long out here. D)Head for the cafeteria. It's not far away and you'll need the supplies to last. Z)CYOA
(Think about your school. The CYOA option may be more beneficial here...)
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Post by slayer22 on May 16, 2009 12:45:55 GMT -6
Z). GET TO THE CAFETERIA
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Post by Roger Stone on May 16, 2009 12:49:47 GMT -6
That's the same thing as D, Slayer.
Btw, you are just outside of room 177.
Just below the cafeteria in blue hall.
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Post by andaeeee on May 16, 2009 13:20:03 GMT -6
D
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 16, 2009 13:32:53 GMT -6
Goddamnit Roger, I'm not going to stop this. I say Z, a combination of different choices. Reason your way back into the room to convince a small amount of people that you need to get out of there, mainly to get the prom queen to follow! From there, raid the cafeteria and barricade the kitchen, weapons and food would be there.
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Post by Roger Stone on May 16, 2009 14:49:25 GMT -6
Sigh. Really T? Geez you're dedicated... Unfortunately, you're out voted, cuz I'm counting Cogs' as a D.
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Post by slayer22 on May 16, 2009 14:52:15 GMT -6
But mine has alot of capital letters, Roger.
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Post by Veta on May 16, 2009 15:29:30 GMT -6
Same as T.
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Post by Roger Stone on May 16, 2009 15:47:18 GMT -6
Dang it V. Now I need a tie-breaker....
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Post by cindy on May 16, 2009 15:50:01 GMT -6
Z. Same as T.
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Post by Song Nai on May 18, 2009 20:59:19 GMT -6
Z
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Post by Roger Stone on May 24, 2009 17:05:40 GMT -6
(Not what I was thinking of when I said the Z option could be more beneficial, but ok.)
"We'd need supplies, we should head to the cafeteria. But first..." You turn to the door, raising your hand to knock. Before your hand comes down, however, the door opens, and Lauren steps out quietly, moving over to Bates.
You turn back to the door and look inside. Several of the guys are already beginning to put the barricaded back into place. Another one is glaring at you, moving to close the door. You launch your hand out, holding it open.
"Hey! Wait! You all can't- Uf!" You're caught by surprise as the kid socks you in the stomach. It seems he thought you were going to try to fight your way in. You somehow manage to keep your hold on the door, and catch your breath. "Ug, geez..." You cough a few times, then continue. "You can't just stay in there, you need-" You place your other hand on the door, preventing the guy from closing it on you. "food and supplies! Come on, we're going for them, come with us..." A second barricader comes up and aids the first. Between the two, you find the door slammed in your face. You sigh, defeated, and turn back to the others.
"Well, I guess we're on-" The sound of hushed arguing comes from the other side of the door, along with the screeching slide of desks being moved. The door opens again, and Randy steps out. "Alright! Let's go get some grub! Woo!"
"Shut up you tard, you'll attract those things back," Bates says in a hushed whisper, looking down both directions of the hall.
"Geez, way to be a buzzkill..." Behind him, you spy another kid slinking out, short and shrimpy with shoulders hunched and eyes down. He steals a glance up at you before quickly looking down again, aware of you looking at him. He wears a black hoodie with a 'Punisher' skull on the front. Faded blue jeans hang loosely around his hip, a belt keeping them hung in their perilous position. He silently steps to the side, and the door swings shut, apparently signaling the last of the ones that were coming.
"Well, that all? Let's go!" Cries Randy again, eager to keep going. He strides confidently out into the hall, turning left and heading to the caf. The rest of you quietly follow, each sub-consciously knowing the advantage of staying together.
A) Walk with Bates and Lauren near the front. Despite Lauren practically clinging onto him, you believe you two are the most capable of the group. B) Walk with Bates and Lauren near the front. Bates may be a athlete, but he may not be able to take care of her alone. C) Stay beside Cynthia near the back, she's the closest thing you've got to a friend here, and likely the most vulnerable in the group. D) Take the lead from Randy, you're the leader, infected or no. E) Speak with the hooded guy tailing the group, you want to know who he is and why he decided to risk his life out here. F) Stay aloof and watchful for trouble. Z) CYOA
(Happy, T?)
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Post by Veta on May 24, 2009 17:10:52 GMT -6
C
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Post by slayer22 on May 24, 2009 17:43:54 GMT -6
C
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Post by cindy on May 24, 2009 19:01:05 GMT -6
E
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Post by Roger Stone on May 24, 2009 19:28:15 GMT -6
I'm going to presume that T votes B...
Anybody else before I update?
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Post by Shark on May 24, 2009 19:33:07 GMT -6
C
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Post by Veta on May 24, 2009 20:29:14 GMT -6
yer becomming a bit more figurative out. You should pratice using logic in your posts a bit more, leave us wondering what happens next, and want to reread the stuff again! Time for RPG, ol' Roger.
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Post by praetorian on May 25, 2009 4:39:38 GMT -6
Like you aren't completely obvious whenever you post something, Veta. We all know what your posts consist of. Drama and too much sombrero. At least Roger's a bit more inconspicuous...
Anyway, I vote C.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 25, 2009 8:39:00 GMT -6
Thank you Roger, I'll vote C now since B has no hope of winning but just because I scrapped my other cyoa doesn't mean I don't have plans. I'm searching for the right.....something for it.
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