"Let's risk the drive," you say, and continue on toward the town on the horizon.

"I trust your judgment," Emily says.

A few minutes later she's left wondering why, since the gas runs out exactly between the farm and the town. Well shit.

You both get out. In the darkness you hear the shuffling of zombie footsteps on the road, coming from both directions.

"Come on," you whisper, and the two of you sprint into the darkness, over open fields, roughly veering for the town.

Minutes later you come to a surging river. Your eyes are adjusted to the moonlight now, and you see a log bridge spanning the fifty-foot chasm. Just as you're stepping onto it, you hear a low growl. You spin toward the sound.

It's a wild dog, its ears laid back low and its teeth bared.

The dog is a fucking zombie.

Within seconds a whole host of zombified animals emerge from the night, on this side of the river. Dogs and wildcats and squirrels and deer. Even a goddamned polar bear. Hey, if Lost can do it.

You and Emily back onto the bridge and begin making your way across. The animals follow. You realize the problem: as soon as the two of you finish crossing the bridge, these things will surge across and catch you both on the other side.

But if one of you dies on the bridge, the battle over the carcass will block the way, allowing the other person to escape. It just comes down to the obvious question. Who's it gonna be?

Options:


SACRIFICE YOURSELF SO THAT EMILY CAN LIVE

THROW THAT BITCH TO THE ZOMBIE ANIMALS