Four Kingdoms, The
Running away would be stupid. Did you accept the rifle or didn't you? You begin shooting at the zombies, surprised at the amount of ammunition left in the little device. It looks like the zombies won't be a problem for you after all. After they're all down, you check the rifle for ammunition. There is none left. A lone zombie gets up from the ground and begins staggering toward you. You just took down a hoard of zombies with a rifle, but can you take down one on your own? Without time to properly decide, you charge at the zombie.
After a snap kick to the head, the zombie tumbles over. You see its hand move, but it won't have enough energy to keep going. You're still alive. It's a good thing too, because it's getting late. You wonder if you should rest, but the adrenaline of fighting the zombies is at peak level. You tell yourself you have to keep going and see whatever's out there. Convincing yourself you'd best make the most of your energy, you continue on. After walking for a while, you step into a clearing. You can't believe what you see. A jet sits at the edge of a runway, ready to take off at a moment's notice. What luck! Now you've got a way out of the forest.
Glad you can escape, you think of whoever owns the jet. They won't be happy about your joyriding, but it's every man for himself in the zombie apocalypse—right?
After a snap kick to the head, the zombie tumbles over. You see its hand move, but it won't have enough energy to keep going. You're still alive. It's a good thing too, because it's getting late. You wonder if you should rest, but the adrenaline of fighting the zombies is at peak level. You tell yourself you have to keep going and see whatever's out there. Convincing yourself you'd best make the most of your energy, you continue on. After walking for a while, you step into a clearing. You can't believe what you see. A jet sits at the edge of a runway, ready to take off at a moment's notice. What luck! Now you've got a way out of the forest.
Glad you can escape, you think of whoever owns the jet. They won't be happy about your joyriding, but it's every man for himself in the zombie apocalypse—right?