"This way!" you yell, and lead Emily across the parking lot to the gutter drain.

You motion for her to climb above you. "That way I can catch you if you fall."

"You're sweet," she says, and begins to climb.

The real reason you want her to go first is that, if Rachael's apartment turns out to be full of zombies, it's better if Emily goes in first. Also, she's wearing a short skirt and the tiniest thong you've ever seen. You enjoy the climb.

As you pass the apartment just below Rachael's, you can't help but notice that there are about five dozen zombies in there, standing on the furniture and tearing at the floor supports of the level above them. That can't be good.

Emily climbs onto Rachael's balcony. Nothing comes out and murders her. You follow her over the rail, and in through the door.

Rachael , alive and well, rushes into your arms and hugs you in relief.

Just then the door splinters in off its hinges, and a zombie lurches in. Feeling pretty pumped after climbing the pipe and staring at Emily's perfect ass the entire time, you grab the zombie and hurl it outside over the balcony rail. Dude, badass.

"Let's get the hell out of here," you say, and lead Rachael and Emily into the smoke-filled corridor.

Just then, a figure in flowing white robes emerges from the smoke. You skid to a halt. Your jaw drops.

There, standing in the smoke before you, is the zombie of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, our Lord and Savior.

"Oh fuck," you say.

Options:


STAND YOUR GROUND AGAINST ZOMBIE JESUS

RUN YOUR ASS OFF