Zombie Apocalypse.
Day 7. The day that all the evacuation jets leave.
You watch in distress as jumbo jets take off and leave the evacuation site forever. You arrive at the entrance to the zone.
Inside, utter chaos ignites. With no more evacuation jets available, every shred of human decency in the people here is lost. They panic and scream and insist amongst themselves that surely, there will be more jets available to save them. It's apparent that they had the intention of leaving the zombie infested area, but had only arrived in time to witness the last evac plane leave.
There must be more than thousands of people here.
You feel desolate and alone, besides the fact that there are mobs of people around you. You look to your partners for comfort. They reassure you, and you feel a little hopeful. You say, "I've gone through so much with you guys. I've killed people, I've killed zombies, I've been frightened, I've been lost, and I've been miles and miles from home. I'm not about to give up hope. If persevering allowed me to survive 7 days of hell, then I think I can survive a little longer if we stick together. We're going to see it through to the end aren't we? I don't know how, but we need to hope. We have hope."
Your teammates nod in agreement as a few bystanders stop in their tracks to listen to you speak. Maybe they need a little hope too. You say "Yeah, anyone who wants to be part of the alliance is welcome to join. We need all the help we can get. It's our duty as human beings to unite as a whole and march right into the face of fear and adapt. That's what makes us human. We must carry the human reputation for adapting, and we will go down in history as the small group who faced all odds and did the impossible. We will survive."
You've certainly set up an alliance now, as many people surround you and remain quiet to listen to you speak. In the dim conditions of the now quiet airport terminal, you feel as if everyone around you has become a single united entity. A random individual pledges their allegiance to you, then another, and soon you realize you have an army of survivors that are as close to you as the group you arrived here with.
You would survive the zombie apocalypse.
"Gold Medal Achieved"
(Ending 3 of 3)
You watch in distress as jumbo jets take off and leave the evacuation site forever. You arrive at the entrance to the zone.
Inside, utter chaos ignites. With no more evacuation jets available, every shred of human decency in the people here is lost. They panic and scream and insist amongst themselves that surely, there will be more jets available to save them. It's apparent that they had the intention of leaving the zombie infested area, but had only arrived in time to witness the last evac plane leave.
There must be more than thousands of people here.
You feel desolate and alone, besides the fact that there are mobs of people around you. You look to your partners for comfort. They reassure you, and you feel a little hopeful. You say, "I've gone through so much with you guys. I've killed people, I've killed zombies, I've been frightened, I've been lost, and I've been miles and miles from home. I'm not about to give up hope. If persevering allowed me to survive 7 days of hell, then I think I can survive a little longer if we stick together. We're going to see it through to the end aren't we? I don't know how, but we need to hope. We have hope."
Your teammates nod in agreement as a few bystanders stop in their tracks to listen to you speak. Maybe they need a little hope too. You say "Yeah, anyone who wants to be part of the alliance is welcome to join. We need all the help we can get. It's our duty as human beings to unite as a whole and march right into the face of fear and adapt. That's what makes us human. We must carry the human reputation for adapting, and we will go down in history as the small group who faced all odds and did the impossible. We will survive."
You've certainly set up an alliance now, as many people surround you and remain quiet to listen to you speak. In the dim conditions of the now quiet airport terminal, you feel as if everyone around you has become a single united entity. A random individual pledges their allegiance to you, then another, and soon you realize you have an army of survivors that are as close to you as the group you arrived here with.
You would survive the zombie apocalypse.
"Gold Medal Achieved"
(Ending 3 of 3)
