I want to go out front.

From Create Your Own Story

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.