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Open the closed door.

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 02:03:16 GMT

RavenKisser:

You approach the door, placing a hand on the knob to check if it would open - it was unlocked. Taking a breath, you open the door and are face to face with a girl about your age. She has long black hair and blue eyes that are red from crying. If she stood, she'd be about 5'7" with breasts the size of her head. When she hears the door open, she stops crying, her head shooting up to look at you, "Who are you?"

Why was she crying? Why was she here, alone, in her house like this?

*[[Introduce yourself.]]
*[[Ask her what's in the other room.]]
*[[Ask if she's been bitten.]]

*[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Open the closed door.

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 02:02:05 GMT

RavenKisser:

Open the closed door.

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 02:01:22 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'You approach the door, placing a hand on the knob to check if it would open - it was unlocked. Taking a breath, you open the door and are face to face with a girl about your age.…'

Go upstairs.

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 01:35:37 GMT

RavenKisser:

Slowly, you walking up the wooden stair case, listening for movement upstairs and hearing nothing. You keep walking, going up and up until you were at the landing of the second floor. The upstairs had two bedrooms you could see in addition to the bathroom. One door was closed, a soft sobbing coming from the one that was closed off. As you move closer, you hear shuffling in the open bedroom, but see no movement through the door.

You could go into the closed door, or explore the other bedroom.

*[[Open the closed door.]]
*[[Explore the open bedroom.]]

*[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Go upstairs.

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 01:22:07 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'Slowly, you walking up the wooden stair case, listening for movement upstairs and hearing nothing. You keep walking, going up and up until you were at the landing of the second f…'

Slowly, you walking up the wooden stair case, listening for movement upstairs and hearing nothing. You keep walking, going up and up until you were at the landing of the second floor. The upstairs had two bedrooms you could see in addition to the bathroom. One door was closed, a soft sobbing coming from the one that was closed off. As you move closer, you hear shuffling in the open bedroom, but see no movement through the door.

You could go into the closed door, or explore the other bedroom.

*[[Open the door.]
*[[Explore the open bedroom.]]

*[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Check to make sure my neighbors are okay!

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 01:04:26 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'You head to the house next door, specifically the one on the right. The house on the left had been abandoned for the last two months, waiting to be sold. Squatters had broken in …'

You head to the house next door, specifically the one on the right. The house on the left had been abandoned for the last two months, waiting to be sold. Squatters had broken in numerous times and the police were often called on them to get them out, but they always came back much to the realtor's displeasure.

Cautiously, you exited your own yard and entered the neighbor's, their fresh crash masking your footfalls as you hurried up to the porch and tried the door. It was unlocked. You entered, listening for any movement in the house, slowly moving forward on the hard wood. The house was in disarray, the couches and furniture over turned, TV smashed in and light bulbs broken. You hadn't actually met these neighbor's, only waved at them when walking home or getting the groceries. Their kitchen was untouched and most likely fully stocked. Not only that, but the stairs appeared to have no signs of damage at all.

An undead could be upstairs, waiting to attack, or scared members of their family was up there.

However, you could go into their kitchen and keep loading up your bag. Weight is something important to remember, however.

*[[Go upstairs.]]
*[[Ransack the kitchen.]]

*[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Obviously the front/zombie door.

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:55:35 GMT

RavenKisser:

You pick up your ten-year-old brother's baseball bat, its feel some-what heavy in your hands and its cool metal on your fingers is the most reassuring thing you've had in your sweaty palms since that zombie arrived. You take a deep breath, hoping it won't be your last, and go to the door. One hand is on your bat, the other on the door handle.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three.

You swing the door wide and grab the bat with both hands before bringing it down on the zombie's head. It staggers back in a show of pain before it looks up at you and see that the irises are red and infuriated. It goes for you and swing again, this time the butt of the bat connecting with its jaw and taking it clean off. A revolting smell comes from the black sludge that comes from its wounds, but you have to defeat this thing before it kills you.

Swiftly, and using the two day's worth of a karate class, you knock the zombie off its feet. It flips backwards on its back and lets out a half-way snarl but cannot express more due to its jaw being right next to you. You bring the bat down and shout, "Repent, motherfucker!" Suddenly feeling inspiration from the strange anime ''Panty and Stocking'' which you had just finished last night.

Black sludge shot out from its head, its battered brains a sickly color and broken into pieces like a jello cake that was somehow shattered. Your bat is covered in its goo and you can feel flecks of it drying on your face, arms, and pants.
The zombie is dead, how do you proceed?

*[[Check the body for anything useful.]]
*[[Check to make sure my neighbors are okay!]]
*[[Get the ever living fuck out of this neighborhood.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Obviously the front/zombie door.

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:53:35 GMT

RavenKisser:

You pick up your ten-year-old brother's baseball bat, its feel some-what heavy in your hands and its cool metal on your fingers is the most reassuring thing you've had in your sweaty palms since that zombie arrived. You take a deep breath, hoping it won't be your last, and go to the door. One hand is on your bat, the other on the door handle.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three.

You swing the door wide and grab the bat with both hands before bringing it down on the zombie's head. It staggers back in a show of pain before it looks up at you and see that the irises are red and infuriated. It goes for you and swing again, this time the butt of the bat connecting with its jaw and taking it clean off. A revolting smell comes from the black sludge that comes from its wounds, but you have to defeat this thing before it kills you.

Swiftly, and using the two day's worth of a karate class, you knock the zombie off its feet. It flips backwards on its back and lets out a half-way snarl but cannot express more due to its jaw being right next to you. You bring the bat down and shout, "Repent, motherfucker!" Suddenly feeling inspiration from the strange anime ''Panty and Stocking'' which you had just finished last night.

Black sludge shot out from its head, its battered brains a sickly color and broken into pieces like a jello cake that was somehow shattered. Your bat is covered in its goo and you can feel flecks of it drying on your face, arms, and pants.
The zombie is dead, how do you proceed?

*[[Check the body for anything useful.]]
*[[Check to make sure my neighbors are okay!]]
*[[Find other survivors.]]
*[[Get the ever living fuck out of this neighborhood.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Keep calm, let's pack some stuff and leave.

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:51:10 GMT

RavenKisser:

You hurry upstairs and grab your school backpack, a black and purple hiking bag that was too large for school supplies, but the perfect size for anything else. You grab a change of clothes, a flashlight, your book, a notebook and pen, and a few water bottles from your room. Downstairs, you look for non-perishable food and put in a few cans of soup, ''Top Ramen'', and a bag of cereal.

You're about to zip up the bag when you think to yourself, "what if I need weapons." The zombies outside are going to be vicious and attack at any given opportunity, it would the smartest move to grab something. You grab a few knives from mom's cooking selection and tuck them into your belt, seeing as they might cut you in your bag.

Its then you see the basement door. Down there is where dad keeps his guns, you don't know all the ones he has, or too well how to shoot them, but they're down there. Do you get them?

*[[Yes~! Of course; GUNS, GUNS, GUNS.]]
*[[No, no, no, no, no.]]
*[[I think I should look for other potential weapons first.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:49:19 GMT

RavenKisser:

Today was not the day to be home alone as you soon find out. The afternoon lights flicker mercilessly in the eerie silence of your two story house, the TV has stopped working a couple hours ago. Your bedroom is on the second floor and that's where you sit, trying to ignore the bi-polar energy flittering around you by blaring music through your phone and reading ''Nightshade.'' However, you haven't been reading long when a monstrous knock sounds on your front door, even with the blare of your headphones, you can hear it; and your gut says that that is not a good sign. The sound was not of knuckles on wood, but a body slamming itself into wood. The sound sent shivers down your spine, setting you on edge.

You close the book and get up from your bed, sliding the headphones down around your neck and tucking your electronic device in the pocket of your army pants. Slowly you climb down the narrow stairs to go to the front door and pear into the spy-hole. At first, the only thing you can make out is your front porch fish-eyed in the strange way the spy-hole has it, but then it comes into a view. Probably a person at one point, but is not a monster, contorted with twisted limbs, a half-caved in head, and ghastly grey skin that could only belong to the undead.

From the news reports and articles you have read, you know this is a victim of what the media has deemed "The Zombie Virus", an illness that physically changes the body and makes the brain crave only one thing; to spread the infection. Most victims of the virus didn't live up to this point at the beginning, but as viruses do, they mutated and changed so that only a single vicious bite or exchange of bodily fluids would cause it to spread.

This zombie looks like it had been changed for a while, its hair had thinned to almost nothing and its clothes were torn and scratched like it had been hit a few times with a ''Hummer'' and then back handed with a sludge-hammer just to be sure. Even from behind the door, you can smell its rotting stench rolling in like vial waves of nausea and decay.

The zombie steps back and rams its body against the door, confirming that that's how it was making the banging sounds. It was using its body -- as if it knew you were in there. Your heart beats a little faster and you step back from the door as it hits it again. What do you do?

*[[Get the flapjacks out of there!]]
*[[Wait it out, it will get bored eventually...]]
*[[Keep calm, let's pack some stuff and leave.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!

RavenKisser — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:47:25 GMT

RavenKisser:

Today was not the day to be home alone as you soon find out. The afternoon lights flicker mercilessly in the eerie silence of your two story house, the TV has stopped working a couple hours ago. Your bedroom is on the second floor and that's where you sit, trying to ignore the bi-polar energy flittering around you by blaring music through your phone and reading ''Nightshade.'' However, you haven't been reading long when a monstrous knock sounds on your front door, even with the blare of your headphones, you can hear it; and your gut says that that is not a good sign. The sound was not of knuckles on wood, but a body slamming itself into wood. The sound sent shivers down your spine, setting you on edge.

You close the book and get up from your bed, sliding the headphones down around your neck and tucking your electronic device in the pocket of your army pants. Slowly you climb down the narrow stairs to go to the front door and pear into the spy-hole. At first, the only thing you can make out is your front porch fish-eyed in the strange way the spy-hole has it, but then it comes into a view. Probably a person at one point, but is not a monster, contorted with twisted limbs, a half-caved in head, and ghastly grey skin that could only belong to the undead.

From the news reports and articles you have read, you know this is a victim of what the media has deemed "The Zombie Virus", an illness that physically changes the body and makes the brain crave only one thing; to spread the infection. Most victims of the virus didn't live up to this point at the beginning, but as viruses do, they mutated and changed so that only a single vicious bite or exchange of bodily fluids would cause it to spread.

This zombie looks like it had been changed for a while, its hair had thinned to almost nothing and its clothes were torn and scratched like it had been hit a few times with a ''Hummer'' and then back handed with a sludge-hammer just to be sure. Even from behind the door, you can smell its rotting stench rolling in like vial waves of nausea and decay.

The zombie steps back and rams its body against the door, confirming that that's how it was making the banging sounds. It was using its body -- as if it knew you were in there. Your heart beats a little faster and you step back from the door as it hits it again. What do you do?

*[[Get the out of there.]]
*[[Wait it out, it will get bored eventually...]]
*[[Keep calm, let's pack some stuff and leave.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

No! Pants off! Pants off!

RavenKisser — Mon, 22 Sep 2014 02:22:35 GMT

RavenKisser:

"No, pants too," you say, gesturing to his jeans with your bat. "Zombies bite more than just torsos."

"Well that's true," Julian agreed. He undid the buttons on his dressy pants and let them drop around his ankles, revealing his royal blue boxers. "Seen enough, or are we going all the way?" Those plush lips of his tug up into a smirk.

A small pool of heat gathers under your cheeks, "Y-You're good."

He nods and pulls back on his clothes until he's no longer naked on your sidewalk during the zombie apocalypse. "So, you never told me your name, sweetheart."

"Its..." you quietly mutter your name, leaving off your last seeing as your family was most likely dead and if this blew over and he knew your full name, he could find you -- and you didn't know if you trusted him yet.

"That's a lovely name," he smiles, finishing with the last of his clothes. "Is this your house?" he asks, gesturing to the very thing that was your house.

You look back at it and wonder if you'd ever step foot in there again. "It used to be," you say quietly.

"That's too bad," he frowns, though his eyes have a hungry look in them as he takes in the building. "Have you cleared it out?"

You:

*[[Shake your head, "No, everything's still in there."]]
*[["There's nothing useful inside."]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Tell him to stop where he is. I need to know why he smells like one of them.

RavenKisser — Mon, 22 Sep 2014 02:21:58 GMT

RavenKisser:

"Stop!" You shout at him, raising your bat as a threatening gesture but taking a step back as well. "Why are you here? And why do you smell like one of them? Like a zombie." He continues to stride forward with those long legs of his and you shout again, "Stop!"

He places a finger to his lips to silence you, a long slender finger pressed against plush pink lips. "Shh," he says softly still striding closer. "If you make so much noise, you'll attract more."

By the time you open your mouth to tell him to stop again, he's already in front of you. You look up at his towering height and can't help but blush as he was handsomer up closer than far away. However, the distinct scent of rot and black goo wafts off him like an expensive perfume and you step away from him, "Why do you smell like one of them?" You attempt another step back from him, but only find the zombie corpse.

For a moment he gives a questioning look, his eyebrows knotting in confusion. "I smell?" he lifts up his shirt and takes a whiff before frowning, "I can't smell anything. Do you think I've been bitten or something?"

"M-Maybe..." you sputter out, suddenly ashamed of asking him such a question. Mentally, you shake your head; this is no time for blushing or being fearful! "Show me," you say weakly. You swallow and try again, "Show me you haven't been bitten."

Again he lifts an eyebrow, "You want me to strip?"

You nod. Oh God.

He shrugs and begins to tug off his coat,"You know, I usually only strip after I know the name of the person I'm stripping for. Or at least, they know my name. Except that one time in Vegas when they just gave a few Franklins."

"Then what's your name?" you ask, trying not to stare at him as he lifts his shirt over his head.

"Julian," he says, freeing himself of the fabric. "Julian Blackwell." He is now fully shirtless and says, "Well? Do I pass your inspection?" No bites are present on his flawless skin, only tight muscles and erect nipples.

Well, does he?

*[[No! Pants off! Pants off!]]
*[[Y-Yes! This is too much, really...]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

No! Pants off! Pants off!

RavenKisser — Mon, 22 Sep 2014 01:33:31 GMT

RavenKisser:

"No, pants too," you say, gesturing to his jeans with your bat. "Zombies bite more than just torsos."

"Well that's true," Julian agreed. He undid the buttons on his jeans and let them drop around his ankles, revealing his royal blue boxers. "Seen enough, or are we going all the way?" Those plush lips of his tug up into a smirk.

A small pool of heat gathers under your cheeks, "Y-You're good."

He nods and pulls back on his clothes until he's no longer naked on your sidewalk during the zombie apocalypse. "So, you never told me your name, sweetheart."

"Its..." you quietly mutter your name, leaving off your last seeing as your family was most likely dead and if this blew over and he knew your full name, he could find you -- and you didn't know if you trusted him yet.

"That's a lovely name," he smiles, finishing with the last of his clothes. "Is this your house?" he asks, gesturing to the very thing that was your house.

You look back at it and wonder if you'd ever step foot in there again. "It used to be," you say quietly.

"That's too bad," he frowns, though his eyes have a hungry look in them as he takes in the building. "Have you cleared it out?"

You:

*[[Shake your head, "No, everything's still in there."]]
*[["There's nothing useful inside."]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

"Okay, but only what we need".

RavenKisser — Wed, 28 May 2014 00:15:42 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with '"Only the essentials," you tell him. He nods and allows you to lead him into the house. "Nice house," Julian smiles. Immediatly he goes straight to the kitchen and starts pulli…'

"Only the essentials," you tell him.

He nods and allows you to lead him into the house. "Nice house," Julian smiles. Immediatly he goes straight to the kitchen and starts pulling non-perishable foods out from your pantry and fridge. "Do you have any bags we can carry these with? Even a grocery bag works."

"Okay," you get out some bags from the pluthra of plastic bags shoved inside plastic bag under the sink. You set them on the table, "Here."

"Thanks," he begins to put the food in as if he's a grocer until all the food is tuck away into the bags. "What about clothes? And water? Do you have any of that we could get? Also blankets," he adds.

*[["Yes, they're upstairs."]]
*[["No, this is too enough.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Shake your head, "No, everything's still in there."

RavenKisser — Wed, 28 May 2014 00:04:12 GMT

RavenKisser:

"I left everything inside," you explain. "I couldn't just wait for the zombie to barge in."

He rubs his chin, "Hm, well, if you don't mind, I think we should go inside and cultivate for supplies. After all, it would be such a waste, plus with my truck, we can carry more."

"What do you mean, 'we?'" you ask, looking up at him.

"Well, we're two survivors that met up, so I'd assume it would be a good idea to pair up. After all, the more the merrier, and we both could use more." He gave a light wink, "So, are we going inside or not?"

*[["Okay, but only what we need".]]
*[["No way!"]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Shake your head, "No, everything's still in there."

RavenKisser — Wed, 28 May 2014 00:03:52 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with '"I left everything inside," you explain. "I couldn't just wait for the zombie to barge in." He rubs his chin, "Hm, well, if you don't mind, I think we should go inside and cult…'

"I left everything inside," you explain. "I couldn't just wait for the zombie to barge in."

He rubs his chin, "Hm, well, if you don't mind, I think we should go inside and cultivate for supplies. After all, it would be such a waste, plus with my truck, we can carry more."

"What do you mean, 'we?'" you ask, looking up at him.

"Well, we're two survivors that met up, so I'd assume it would be a good idea to pair up. After all, the more the merrier, and we both could use more." He gave a light wink, "So, are we going inside or not?"

*[["Okay, but only what we need.]]
*[["No way!"]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

No! Pants off! Pants off!

RavenKisser — Tue, 27 May 2014 23:57:05 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with '"No, pants too," you say, gesturing to his jeans with your bat. "Zombies bite more than just torsos." "Well that's true," Julian agreed. He undid the buttons on his jeans and le…'

"No, pants too," you say, gesturing to his jeans with your bat. "Zombies bite more than just torsos."

"Well that's true," Julian agreed. He undid the buttons on his jeans and let them drop around his ankles, revealing his royal blue boxers. "Seen enough, or are we going all the way?"

A small pool of head gathers under your cheeks, "Y-You're good."

He nods and pulls back on his clothes until he's no longer naked on your sidewalk. "So, you never told me your name, sweetheart."

"Its..." you quietly mutter your name, leaving off your last seeing as your family was most likely dead and if this blew over and he knew your full name, he could find you -- and you didn't know if you trusted him yet.

"That's a lovely name," he smiles, finishing with the last of his clothes. "Is this your house?" he asks, gesturing to the very thing that was your house.

You look back at it and wonder if you'd ever step foot in there again. "It used to be," you say quietly.

"That's too bad," he frowns, though his eyes have a hungry look in them as he takes in the building. "Have you cleared it out?"

You:

*[[Shake your head, "No, everything's still in there."]]
*[["There's nothing useful inside."]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Tell him to stop where he is. I need to know why he smells like one of them.

RavenKisser — Tue, 27 May 2014 23:28:35 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with '"Stop!" You shout at him, raising your bat as a threatening gesture but taking a step back as well. "Why are you here? And why do you smell like one of them? A zombie." He contin…'

"Stop!" You shout at him, raising your bat as a threatening gesture but taking a step back as well. "Why are you here? And why do you smell like one of them? A zombie." He continues to stride forward with those long legs of his and you shout again, "Stop!"

He places a finger to his lips to silence you, a long slender finger pressed against plush pink lips. "Shh," he says softly still striding closer. "If you make so much noise, you'll attract more."

By the time you open your mouth to tell him to stop again, he's already in front of you. You look up at his towering height and can't help but blush as he was handsomer up closer than far away. However, the distinct scent of rot and black goo wafts off him like an expensive perfume and you step away from him, "Why do you smell like one of them?" You attempt another step back from him, but only find the zombie corpse.

For a moment he gives a questioning look, his eyebrows knotting in confusion. "I smell?" he lifts up his shirt and takes a whiff before frowning, "I can't smell anything. Do you think I've been bitten or something?"

"M-Maybe..." you sputter out, suddenly ashamed of asking him such a question. Mentally, you shake your head; this is no time for blushing or being fearful! "Show me," you say weakly. You swallow and try again, "Show me you haven't been bitten."

Again he lifts an eyebrow, "You want me to strip?"

You nod. Oh God.

He shrugs and begins to tug off his coat,"You know, I usually only strip after I know the name of the person I'm stripping for. Or at least, they know my name."

"Then what's your name?" you ask, trying not to stare at him as he lifts his shirt over his head.

"Julian," he says, freeing himself of the fabric. "Julian Blackwell." He is now fully shirtless and says, "Well? Do I pass your inspection?" No bites are present on his flawless skin, only tight muscles and erect nipples.

Well, does he?

*[[No! Pants off! Pants off!]]
*[[Y-Yes! This is too much, really...]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Break its ankles.

RavenKisser — Fri, 23 May 2014 00:37:26 GMT

RavenKisser:

Of course! Its the only option is for you to break its ankles! With the bat, you lunge at its feet, using all your strength to hit the fragile bones. You hear a splintering crack and move out of the way in time for the zombie to collapse on the cement, leaving black goo where its body met pavement. However, its arms still reach for you in its relentless need for the uninfected and so you break its hands using the bottom of the bat to smash them like a hammer. It looks up at you as if pleading with its grey and yellow eyes, but you know this thing is a monster that cannot go on living its undead life. With one last swing from the bat, you completely shatter the skull against the pavement. Black ooze sprouts out from it like a tube of tempura paint which had been stepped on. It spreads everywhere, especially on your army pants and hoodie, along with your little brother's aluminum bat, but there isn't much you could have done for it anyways; you helped it.

You turn around and see a humanoid shape coming your way from across the street and take a protective stance, bringing the bat up again as if to swing at the figure that was too far to hit. As it comes closer however, you see it is a man, a real, live, living man, coming to you. He has hair that begins white at the roots and goes down to a dark grey as it reaches the tips of his hair which end on one side at this shoulder and the other by the nape of his neck. The hair style he has is lopsided in a way that makes him look attractively artistic. On the side of his hair that is longer than the other, a blue barret holds his bangs out of his face despite the small clump of flyaways that hang over his eyes which were narrowed with amusement at none other than you. Those eyes are sapphire blue you realize as he gets closer and closer, blue eyes framed by dark blonde lashes set in a heart shaped face that comes down to a long chin.

The stranger just screams handsome and oozes hormones and sex appeal. His body is wrapped in a green-black trench coat, most likely made of fleece, that hangs open in the front to reveal a men's blouse with exaggerated ruffles going from the hollow of his throat down to where one might guess the beginning of belly button was. On his legs are a nice, but dirty, pair of black dress pants, which had dark splotches on them. "Hello there, young lady," he says with a seductively deep and soft voice, smiling at you with all of his gleaming white teeth as he comes closer. From this distance you can tell he's a good foot taller than you and the faint smell of rot comes off him. "I couldn't help but notice how you took care of that zombie."

*[[Tell him to stop where he is. I need to know why he smells like one of them.]]
*[[Meet him halfway and ask who he is.]]
*[[Demand to know why he didn't help you with the zombie.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Break its ankles.

RavenKisser — Fri, 23 May 2014 00:19:29 GMT

RavenKisser:

Of course! Its the only option is for you to break its ankles! With the bat, you lunge at its feet, using all your strength to hit the fragile bones. You heart a splintering crack and move out of the way in time for the zombie to collapse. However, its arms still reach for you and so you break its hands using the bottom of the bat to smash them. It looks up at you as if pleading with its grey and yellow eyes, but you know this thing is a monster that cannot go on living. With one last swing from the bat, you completely shatter the skull against the pavement. Black ooze sprouts out from it like a tube of tempura paint which had been stepped on. Its spread everywhere, especially on your army pants and hoodie, but there isn't much you could have done for it anyways, you helped it.

You turn around and see a humanoid shape coming your way and take a protective stance. As it comes closer however, you see it is a man, a real live living man, coming to you. He has hair that begins white at the roots and goes down to a dark grey as it reaches the tips of his hair which end on one side at this shoulder and the other by the nape of his neck. The hair style he has is lopsided in a way that makes him look attractively artistic. On the side of his hair that is longer than the other, a blue barret holds his bangs out of his face despite the small clump of flyaways that hung over his eyes which were narrowed with amusement. Those eyes are sapphire blue you realize as he gets closer and closer, blue eyes framed by dark blonde lashes set in a heart shaped face that comes down to a long chin.

The stranger just screams handsome and oozes hormones and sex appeal. His body was wrapped in a green-black trench coat, most likely made of fleece, that hung open in the front to reveal and men's blouse with exaggerated ruffles going from the hollow of his throat down to where one might guess the beginning of belly button was. On his legs were a nice pair of black dress pants, which had dark splotches on them. "Hello there, young lady," he says smiling at you as he comes closer. From this distance you can tell he's a good foot taller than you and the faint smell of rot comes off him. "I couldn't help but notice how you took care of that zombie."

*[[Tell him to stop where he is. I need to know why he smells like one of them.]]
*[[Meet him halfway and ask who he is.]]
*[[Demand to know why he didn't help you with the zombie.]]

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Break its ankles.

RavenKisser — Fri, 23 May 2014 00:13:05 GMT

RavenKisser:

Of course! Its the only option is to break its ankles! With the bat, you lunge at its feet, using all your strength to hit the fragile bones. You heart a splintering crack and move out of the way in time for the zombie to collapse. However, its arms still reach for you and so you break its hands using the bottom of the bat to smash them. It looks up at you as if pleading with its grey and yellow eyes, but you know this thing is a monster that cannot go on living. With one last swing from the bat, you completely shatter the skull against the pavement. Black ooze sprouts out from it like a tube of tempura paint which had been stepped on. Its spread everywhere, especially on your army pants and hoodie, but there isn't much you could have done for it anyways, you helped it.

You turn around and see a humanoid shape coming your way and take a protective stance. As it comes closer however, you see it is a man, a real live living man, coming to you. He has hair that begins white at the roots and goes down to a dark grey as it reaches the tips of his hair which end on one side at this shoulder and the other by the nape of his neck. The hair style he has is lopsided in a way that makes him look attractively artistic. On the side of his hair that is longer than the other, a blue barret holds his bangs out of his face despite the small clump of flyaways that hung over his eyes which were narrowed with amusement. Those eyes are sapphire blue you realize as he gets closer and closer, blue eyes framed by dark blonde lashes set in a heart shaped face that comes down to a long chin.

The stranger just screams handsome and oozes hormones and sex appeal. His body was wrapped in a green-black trench coat, most likely made of fleece, that hung open in the front to reveal and men's blouse with exaggerated ruffles going from the hollow of his throat down to where one might guess the beginning of belly button was. On his legs were a nice pair of black dress pants, which had dark splotches on them. "Hello there, young lady," he says smiling at you as he comes closer. From this distance you can tell he's a good foot taller than you and the faint smell of rot comes off him. "I couldn't help but notice how you took care of that zombie."

*[[Tell him to stop where he is. I need to know why he smells like one of them.]]
*[[Meet him halfway and ask who he is.]]
*[[Demand to know why he didn't help you with the zombie.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Break its ankles.

RavenKisser — Fri, 23 May 2014 00:12:46 GMT

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I need to attack that son of a bitch with my bat only applies to those who picked it up.

RavenKisser — Thu, 22 May 2014 23:48:12 GMT

RavenKisser:

With your bat in your hand, you don't give that zombie any time to notice you as your charge it. Moving swiftly over the crinkling grass, you jump up and use the momentum to break its skull. The zombie staggers under the blow, falling forward as black and green ooze escapes from the split in its skin. You watch as it twitched but as it is, it does not die. The zombie gets back up and bares its flat teeth at you, some of which you notice have gone missing.

Again, you bring down the bat. It meets its head with a sickening crunch, but does not fall this time. You hit it in its side, aiming to break some ribs and send it down again, however it only grunts and decided there's only one thing to do:

*[[Break its ankles.]]
*[[Run!]]
*[[Give it up.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

I need to attack that son of a bitch with my bat only applies to those who picked it up.

RavenKisser — Thu, 22 May 2014 23:47:37 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'With your bat in your hand, you don't give that zombie any time to notice you as your charge it. Moving swiftly over the crinkling grass, you jump up and use the momentum to brea…'

With your bat in your hand, you don't give that zombie any time to notice you as your charge it. Moving swiftly over the crinkling grass, you jump up and use the momentum to break its skull. The zombie staggers under the blow, falling forward as black and green ooze escapes from the split in its skin. You watch as it twitched but as it is, it does not die. The zombie gets back up and bares its flat teeth at you, some of which you notice have gone missing.

Again, you bring down the bat. It meets its head with a sickening crunch, but does not fall this time. You hit it in its side, aiming to break some ribs and send it down again, however it only grunts and decided there's only one thing to do:

*[[Break its ankles.]]
*[[Run!]]
*[[Give up.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

I want to go out front.

RavenKisser — Thu, 22 May 2014 23:44:02 GMT

RavenKisser:

You creep out toward the front of the house, stepping on dry grass and being careful to avoid your mother's pots full of plants that had been abandoned ages ago. Carefully you maneuver cobwebs until you come to the gate leading out to the front of the house. Slowly you take a single deep breath and open the gate and shutting it noiselessly behind you. As you creep forward you spot the zombie clawing at your door and occasionally banging its head against the door. Up close, the smell is much worse and its stench of rot and disease invades your nostrils like carbon monoxide. As your heart speeds up, you know that you:

*[[I need to attack that son of a bitch with my bat *only applies to those who picked it up*.]]
*[[Run! I gotta sprint away!!]]
*[[Move quietly and slowly away, so that it won't hear me.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

I want to go out front.

RavenKisser — Thu, 22 May 2014 23:43:22 GMT

RavenKisser:

You creep out toward the front of the house, stepping on dry grass and being careful to avoid your mother's pots full of plants that had been abandoned ages ago. Carefully you maneuver cobwebs until you come to the gate leading out to the front of the house. Slowly you take a single deep breath and open the gate and shutting it noiselessly behind you. As you creep forward you spot the zombie clawing at your door and occasionally banging its head against the door. Up close, the smell is much worse and its stench of rot and disease invades your nostrils like carbon monoxide. As your heart speeds up, you know that you:

*[[I need to attack that son of a bitch with my bad *only applies to those who picked it up*.]]
*[[Run! I gotta sprint away!!]]
*[[Move quietly and slowly away, so that it won't hear me.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

I want to go out front.

RavenKisser — Thu, 22 May 2014 23:42:33 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'You creep out toward the front of the house, stepping on dry grass and being careful to avoid your mother's pots full of plants that had been abandoned ages ago. Carefully you ma…'

You creep out toward the front of the house, stepping on dry grass and being careful to avoid your mother's pots full of plants that had been abandoned ages ago. Carefully you maneuver cobwebs until you come to the gate leading out to the front of the house. Slowly you take a single deep breath and open the gate and shutting it noiselessly behind you. As you creep forward you spot the zombie clawing at your door and occasionally banging its head against the door. Up close, the smell is much worse and its stench of rot and disease invades your nostrils like carbon monoxide. As your heart speeds up, you know that you:

*[[Need to attack that son of a bitch with my bad *only applies to those who picked it up*.]]
*[[Run! I gotta sprint away!!]]
*[[Move quietly and slowly away, so that it won't hear me.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Obviously the back door.

RavenKisser — Thu, 22 May 2014 23:38:03 GMT

RavenKisser:

You immediately head for the back door with no precaution to what may lay ahead, you don't have time to wait around for a zombie to break into your house, you need to go! Hurriedly you go out to the backyard where you are faced with two choices, you can go through the woods which are about a mile in length before breaking into a suburban neighborhood or go around to the front of your house.

*[[Take my chances in the woods.]]
*[[I want to go out front.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Obviously the back door.

RavenKisser — Thu, 22 May 2014 23:36:37 GMT

RavenKisser:

You immediately head for the back door with no precaution to what may lay ahead, you don't have time to wait around for a zombie to break into your house, you need to go! Hurriedly you go out the backyard where you are faced with two choices:

*[[Take my chances in the woods.]]
*[[I want to go out front.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Obviously the back door.

RavenKisser — Thu, 22 May 2014 23:36:11 GMT

RavenKisser:

You immediately head for the back door with no precaution to what may lay ahead, you don't have time to wait around for a zombie to break into your house, you need to go! Hurriedly you go out the backyard where you are faced with two choices:

*[[Take my chances in the woods]]
*[[I want to go out front]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Obviously the back door.

RavenKisser — Thu, 22 May 2014 23:35:45 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'You immediately head for the back door with no precaution to what may lay ahead, you don't have time to wait around for a zombie to break into your house, you need to go! Hurried…'

You immediately head for the back door with no precaution to what may lay ahead, you don't have time to wait around for a zombie to break into your house, you need to go! Hurriedly you go out the backyard where you are faced with two choices:

*[Take my chances in the woods]
*[I want to go out front]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

"Its not what it looks like! These are just in case! For self defense!"

RavenKisser — Sun, 18 May 2014 02:54:53 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'He gives you a quizzing look but keeps the gun trained on you, "Were you ever bitten?" "What? No! I've only even seen one zombie!" You say, slightly panicked. Slowly you back up…'

He gives you a quizzing look but keeps the gun trained on you, "Were you ever bitten?"

"What? No! I've only even seen one zombie!" You say, slightly panicked. Slowly you back up further in his house.

"Strip." he says, gesturing to your body with the gun.

You nearly choke on air. "Excuse me?!"

"Did I stutter? Strip down, now. I need to make sure you aren't bitten, I don't want to a zombie, and neither does Caleb." His eyes didn't waver.

"Whose Caleb?" you ask, trying to skirt around stripping in front of your crush.

Jared shakes his head, "He's not important right now, just strip."

"C-Can I go the bathroom or something? I swear, I am not bitten," your voice quivers with each word.

"Just make it easier on both of us and strip down already." He sighs but keeps his eyes fixed on you, "Look, I'm doing this to be a perv or anything. I just need be sure."

You turn your back to him as you tug your shirt off, and for once you're glad you were wearing a sports bra. You take a breath before undoing your belt, letting the knives fall to the floor, and shrugging out of your pants so you're just standing there in your purple sports bra and white panties. "Have you seen everything you need to see?" you ask.

"Turn around," he says. Slowly you turn so he can see your front and he approaches you, putting the revolver down and making a closer inspection. His brown eyes trail all over your skin and you feel a shiver slide down your spine. "Sorry, are you cold?"

"A little..." you lie, not meeting his eyes.

"Well, if you want to bathe later, we all have to do it together. There isn't enough water left to do it separably." he says.

You look at him surprised.

At that moment the other party member comes down the stairs. Its then that you recognize the name, Caleb Kaine, one of Jared's closest friends and one of the biggest dicks you've ever met. He has dark brown hair that was two weeks over due for a hair cut, dark blue eyes set with black lashes, sharp cheek bones that modeled a sharp jaw and chin. "Whose the naked chick? Am I interrupting something?"

What an ass. You:

*[[Tell it like it is.]]
*[[Choke on air.]]
*[[Don't say anything or show any emotions.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

"I-I'm lost... Will you let me use your phone?"

RavenKisser — Sun, 18 May 2014 01:07:23 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with '"Oh..." he said, surprised at your answer. He moved out of the way to let you in, "How'd you get lost?" You step past him into the threshold of his two-story house. Inside, the…'

"Oh..." he said, surprised at your answer. He moved out of the way to let you in, "How'd you get lost?"

You step past him into the threshold of his two-story house. Inside, there are pieces of furniture overturned and the music inside vibrates the floors and walls. Mysterious stains are spread every which way and the scent of alcohol drifted in the air. You try and ignore all that to answer his question, "My parents didn't come home and then there was a zombie outside my house, I panicked, kind of, and hiked through the woods. I live right on the other side. I don't really know where I am right now. Where's your phone?" You look around, but cannot find a land line.

You turn around and see him holding a small revolver at you, "If you really just wandered, why do you have those knives in your belt? Are you infected?"

"What?" you ask surprised as your eyes take in his gun. "I-I..."

*[["Its not what it looks like! These are just in case! For self defense!"]]
*[["So what? You have a gun, I have knives, we all have our protection for out here."]]
*[[Hey, man! You don't just pull a gun on a girl!"]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

"What are you doing here?"

RavenKisser — Sun, 18 May 2014 00:36:10 GMT

RavenKisser:

"I kind of live here," he says, leaning against the door frame and further imposing his height on you. "So, I'll ask again, why are you here?"

You say:

*[["I-I'm lost... Will you let me use your phone?"]]
*[["Hi, Jared! I know we're not great friends, but, I need a place to crash."]]
*[[Through yourself at him in a fit of hysteric tears.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

"What are you doing here?"

RavenKisser — Sun, 18 May 2014 00:34:58 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with '"I kind of live here," he says, leaning against the door frame and further imposing his height on you. "So, I'll ask again, why are you here?" You say: *[[I-I'm lost... Will yo…'

"I kind of live here," he says, leaning against the door frame and further imposing his height on you. "So, I'll ask again, why are you here?"

You say:

*[[I-I'm lost... Will you let me use your phone?]]
*[[Hi, Jared! I know we're not great friends, but, I need a place to crash.]]
*[[Through yourself at him in a fit of hysteric tears.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Take my chances in the woods.

RavenKisser — Sun, 18 May 2014 00:02:40 GMT

RavenKisser:

Slowly, you take a deep breath before heading out for your mile hike. This is the first time you've been outside to do any type of exercise since you had to do physical testing last year in high school. Its a strenuous climb, and less than twenty minutes in, you feel exhausted and that you want to lay down, but you can't. You have a lot of ground to cover and you have to be careful.

No birds chirp in the trees and once in a while you see flashes of sky and clouds and sun. Its dark and pretty cool in the forests, making the hike easier but also more difficult to navigate. Once in awhile you trip over tree roots and yourself, but you manage to keep going straight.

When you were younger, you used to explore the area but it seems so different from then. The trees used to be imposing giants, but now they were smaller, but the darkness held the same possibilities.

Finally, the tree line began to thin out and its here that you see the the suburban neighborhood. It extends out toward the Francis Shopping Center which has an entrance to the freeway nearby. The neighborhood has about twenty-five homes, one of which is right in front of you. The lights in the house are on and music is leaking out from the doors.

You are tired and exhausted, so you go up to the door and knock loudly. Hopefully it will be a nice person who will be able to offer shelter and supplies.

The door opens and you are not prepared for who you see. Its Jared Ballard, your crush. He towers over you at a height of 6'2" with light brown hair that comes and hangs just above his eyes in messy clumps of hair. He has deep set dark brown eyes framed by thick lashes that cast shadows over full cheeks and a square jaw. His full lips turned into a confused frown, "What are you doing here?"

You stare up at him unsure of what to say, who would have thought he was here! What do you do?

*[["What are you doing here?"]]
*[["I-I'm lost.. Will you let me use your phone?"]]
*[["Hi, Jared! I know we're not that great of friends, but, I need a place to crash."]]
*[[Through yourself on him in a fit of hysteric tears.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Take my chances in the woods.

RavenKisser — Sun, 18 May 2014 00:00:43 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'Slowly, you take a deep breath before heading out for your mile hike. This is the first time you've been outside to do any type of exercise since you had to do physical testing l…'

Slowly, you take a deep breath before heading out for your mile hike. This is the first time you've been outside to do any type of exercise since you had to do physical testing last year in high school. Its a strenuous climb, and less than twenty minutes in, you feel exhausted and that you want to lay down, but you can't. You have a lot of ground to cover and you have to be careful.

No birds chirp in the trees and once in a while you see flashes of sky and clouds and sun. Its dark and pretty cool in the forests, making the hike easier but also more difficult to navigate. Once in awhile you trip over tree roots and yourself, but you manage to keep going straight.

When you were younger, you used to explore the area but it seems so different from then. The trees used to be imposing giants, but now they were smaller, but the darkness held the same possibilities.

Finally, the tree line began to thin out and its here that you see the the suburban neighborhood. It extends out toward the Francis Shopping Center which has an entrance to the freeway nearby. The neighborhood has about twenty-five homes, one of which is right in front of you. The lights in the house are on and music is leaking out from the doors.

You are tired and exhausted, so you go up to the door and knock loudly. Hopefully it will be a nice person who will be able to offer shelter and supplies.

The door opens and you are not prepared for who you see. Its Jared Ballard, your crush. He towers over you at a height of 6'2" with light brown hair that comes and hangs just above his eyes in messy clumps of hair. He has deep set dark brown eyes framed by thick lashes that cast shadows over full cheeks and a square jaw. His full lips turned into a confused frown, "What are you doing here?"

You stare up at him unsure of what to say, who would have thought he was here! What do you do?

*[["What are you doing here?"
*[["I-I'm lost.. Will you let me use your phone?"]]
*[["Hi, Jared! I know we're not that great of friends, but, I need a place to crash."]]
*[[Through yourself on him in a fit of hysteric tears.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Obviously the door to the backyard.

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:32:54 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'The grip of the baseball bat in your hand gives you a sense of confidence as you go out the back door and enter your backyard. For the most part its an empty yard with the only c…'

The grip of the baseball bat in your hand gives you a sense of confidence as you go out the back door and enter your backyard. For the most part its an empty yard with the only color being the green and brown of the grass, dirt, and trees. Before you, the trees grow closer together into a thick forest that goes out for about of mile. After that, a suburban area opens up. However, you could also go around the side of the house to take the main road.

Which do you choose?

*[[Take my chances in the woods.]]
*[[I want to go out front.]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

No, no, no, no, no.

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:27:00 GMT

RavenKisser:

You decide not to take a gun with you, there is no way you are carrying something so dangerous, especially with all those horror stories you have heard about them. However, you need some sort of weapon and find a possible weapon you can use and discover your little brother's baseball bat in the living room.

Now its time to decide:

*[[Obviously the front/zombie door.]]
*[[Obviously the back door.]]

[Category; Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

No, no, no, no, no.

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:24:52 GMT

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I think I should look for other potential weapons first.

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:20:21 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'You got out the living room and look around, there isn't much out here that would be portable, especially since you don't know where you're going. However, you find your little b…'

You got out the living room and look around, there isn't much out here that would be portable, especially since you don't know where you're going. However, you find your little brother's aluminum baseball bat and decide to take that with you. You search a little bit more but there is nothing that would useful against a zombie.

You put on your backpack and now you are left with a choice, which door do you choose?

*[[Obviously the front/zombie door.]]
*[[Obviously the door to the backyard.]]

[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]

Obviously the front/zombie door.

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:17:50 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'You pick up your ten-year-old brother's baseball bat, its feel some-what heavy in your hands and its cool metal on your fingers is the most reassuring thing you've had in your sw…'

You pick up your ten-year-old brother's baseball bat, its feel some-what heavy in your hands and its cool metal on your fingers is the most reassuring thing you've had in your sweaty palms since that zombie arrived. You take a deep breath, hoping it won't be your last, and go to the door. One hand is on your bat, the other on the door handle.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three.

You swing the door wide and grab the bat with both hands before bringing it down on the zombie's head. It staggers back in a show of pain before it looks up at you and see that the irises are red and infuriated. It goes for you and swing again, this time the butt of the bat connecting with its jaw and taking it clean off. A revolting smell comes from the black sludge that comes from its wounds, but you have to defeat this thing before it kills you.

Swiftly, and using the two day's worth of a karate class, you knock the zombie off its feet. It flips backwards on its back and lets out a half-way snarl but cannot express more due to its jaw being right next to you. You bring the bat down and shout, "Repent, motherfucker!" Suddenly feeling inspiration from the strange anime Panty and Stocking which you had just finished last night.

Black sludge shot out from its head, its battered brains a sickly color and broken into pieces like a jello cake that was somehow shattered. Your bat is covered in its goo and you can feel flecks of it drying on your face, arms, and pants.
The zombie is dead, how do you proceed?

*[[Check the body for anything useful.]]
*[[Check to make sure my neighbors are okay!]]
*[[Find other survivors.]]
*[[Get the ever living fuck out of this neighborhood.]]

[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]

Search for more weapons? The more the merrier~!

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:15:25 GMT

RavenKisser:

Search for more weapons? The more the merrier~!

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:14:13 GMT

RavenKisser:

You got out the living room and look around, there isn't much out here that would be portable, especially since you don't know where you're going. However, you find your little brother's aluminum baseball bat and decide to take that with you. You search a little bit more but there is nothing that would useful against a zombie.

You put on your backpack and now you are left with a choice, which door do you choose?

*[[Obviously the zombie door.]]
*[[Obviously the back door.]]

[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]

Obviously the zombie door.

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:13:45 GMT

RavenKisser:

Well, its a zombie door, you are obviously going to need a weapon to fight it with, but your heart is beating too fast to think straight. Your eyes pass over every object in your living room and you have a choice:

*[[Baby bro's aluminum baseball bat]]
*[[Lamp, the big tall kind]]
*[[Couch cushions]]
*[[Mommy's curtain rods]]

[[Category: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]]

Search for more weapons? The more the merrier~!

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:12:08 GMT

RavenKisser:

You got out the living room and look around, there isn't much out here that would be portable, especially since you don't know where you're going. However, you find your little brother's aluminum baseball bat and decide to take that with you. You search a little bit more but there is nothing that would useful against a zombie.

You put on your backpack and now you are left with a choice, which door do you choose?

*[[Obviously the zombie door.]]
*[[Obviously the back door.]]

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Search for more weapons? The more the merrier~!

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 21:11:33 GMT

Yes~! Of course; GUNS, GUNS, GUNS.

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 18:23:32 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'You head to the basement door and open it, the lights down there don't work, and haven't for a long time. The stair case before you extends down into a narrow walkway which is th…'

You head to the basement door and open it, the lights down there don't work, and haven't for a long time. The stair case before you extends down into a narrow walkway which is the only way to get down and get back up. You swallow nervously, but force yourself to move down the stairs slowly but surely until you feel the solid ground beneath your feet.

You walk in the dark space, feeling the walls with your hands in search of that cork board covered with Dad's guns. Eventually your hands find the board and you close your fingers around the first two guns you can. They feel a bit weighty in your hands, but you need to get out of this house.

Going back in much easier and you climb up with steps leisurely before inspecting your find in the daylight filling the kitchen. A sub-machine gun and a revolver. They are better than nothing, you think, and put them in your bag.

*[[Search for more weapons? The more the merrier~!]]
*[[I have enough weight to carry, I need to leave now.]]

[Mature: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]

Keep calm, let's pack some stuff and leave.

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 18:15:23 GMT

RavenKisser: Created page with 'You hurry upstairs and grab your school backpack, a black and purple hiking bag that was too large for school supplies, but the perfect size for anything else. You grab a change …'

You hurry upstairs and grab your school backpack, a black and purple hiking bag that was too large for school supplies, but the perfect size for anything else. You grab a change of clothes, a flashlight, your book, a notebook and pen, and a few water bottles from your room. Downstairs, you look for non-perishable food and put in a few cans of soup, top ramen, and a bag of cereal.

You're about to zip up the bag when you think to yourself, "what if I need weapons." The zombies outside are going to be vicious and attack at any given opportunity, it would the smartest move to grab something. You grab a few knives from mom's cooking selection and tuck them into your belt, seeing as they might cut you in your bag.

Its then you see the basement door. Down there is where dad keeps his guns, you don't know all the ones we has, or too well how to shoot them, but they're down there. Do you get them?

*[[Yes~! Of course; GUNS, GUNS, GUNS.]]
*[[No, no, no, no, no.]]
*[[I think I should look for other potential weapons first.]]

[Mature: Zombie Apocalypse: Reverse Harem?!]

Call them! Make sure they are okay in the house.

RavenKisser — Sat, 17 May 2014 18:06:56 GMT

RavenKisser:

"Mrs. Lindon! Mr. Lindon!" You shout into the house, wandering around chairs and clocks in search of the old couple. The wind is the only thing that replies as you search, but no one appears anywhere. All the bedroom and bathroom doors are open, and you know that there is no possibility of them being here. What do you do?

*[[Leave the house.]]
*[[Find something useful around here.]]

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