For reasons you can't fathom, you turn your back on the terrified girl in the tree and run to save your wife instead.

You swing the shovel violently at the zombies, knocking them away, and you grab Candace's hand. (Around this time, you hear Emily shriek as she's yanked from the tree and ripped bodily apart--fuck.)

And then, just as you're about to lead Candace away at a sprint, one of the fallen zombies lunges up and bites your leg.

You feel the metamorphosis set in immediately. Your muscles twitch and harden. Your skin sags as pockets of disgusting pus build up underneath it.

Then you get a pretty much inescapable urge to kill, spread havoc, and eat brains.

You turn toward your nearest available target: Candace. But just then, in the neighboring house opposite Emily's, you notice three kids huddling in terror in a back room, under a table. Three helpless targets with juicy young brains.

Options:


ATTACK CANDACE

ATTACK THE KIDS