You decide to haul ass for your car. You run back into the house, Candace right behind you. You keep the .357 held high, ready to blow away anything that moves.

Within seconds you realize this was a bad choice. Not only can you hear zombies smashing in through the front door and every ground-floor window... but you can hear them trashing the cars in the garage, too. The Jag's alarm blares and then dies as the electrical system is wrenched out.

"Fuck..."

A moment later there are zombies staggering into the living room from all sides, as you and Candace stand at the center of the space.

You raise the pistol at the nearest zombies, ten feet away. You squeeze off five shots... but the bullets don't seem to have the slightest effect.

One bullet left. The zombies are seconds from tearing you and your wife apart. You stare at the gun and realize you have a pretty unpleasant choice in front of you.

Options:


PUT CANDACE OUT OF HER MISERY

PUT YOURSELF OUT OF YOUR MISERY