Originally Posted by _____V_____
(Post 839017)
WL looks around the room in front of her, alarm bells ringing in every corner of her head. She takes her sword out instantly just as the zombies start moving towards her. As soon as the first few clamber towards her, she swings her sword hard. Three zombies lose their heads in an instant and hang on for a second, before crumbling into the floor. The others keep moving towards her. She swings again, and again. Four-five more heads fly around the room. The last strong zombie standing behind lunges at WL, and grabs her hand holding the sword. WL tries to wrench it free, but by then the zombie has put his mouth to her arm.
SCRUNCH!
A huge chunk of WL's arm is in the zombie's mouth! WL lets out a loud howl of pain, but she forgets it for an instant as she swings the sword down on the zombie's head. The sword slices through neatly, cutting the head into two equal vertical pieces. The zombie makes another instinctive lunge, before falling backwards, WL's flesh falling out of its mouth.
WL stands wincing, looking at the slaughter all around her. The dull aching pain in her arm makes her look at it. The wound looks blue and sticky, with small bursts of blood coming out of it. WL tears a piece of cloth off from her arm's sleeve, and binds it tightly around the wound. She then looks around.
Stairs lead down on one side, while a closed door is in front of her.
Stairs?
Or the door?
Choose.
WL, you have been bitten. You have 24 hours before you turn into an Elf-Zombie. There is a cure available, but for that you need to make the right set of choices. Good luck.
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