Transformation Into the Undead
You examine your body. You gasp in horror. Your clothes were now rags.
Instead of skin, your bones are eposed, covered in ectoplasim with
rotting flesh hanging from them. You look into the reflection of one
of the bottles. Your face is gone, and all that is left is a skull
with strands of hair poking out. You have become a zombie!
You try to remain calm. Maybe this way you can get to Barbara, if she
was still among the living. You bundle up the other bottles in one of
your rags, hoping one is the antidote. You don't have time to find
out, you need to trick the zombies into thinking your one of them,
then take Barbara. You hear her screams from above.
You claw the walls with your boney hands, forgetting that there is no
way out. Time is running out, and Barbara's life is at steak! Slowly,
your zombie instincts start to take over. You have an appitite for
living human flesh! Your only hope is to try one of the remaining
potions.
Will you drink the orange, grey, or off-pink potions. What you don't
know it that each one transforms you into something else, and only one
is an antidote. Choose before your best friend
dies!
You awake to the smell of rotting flesh. You glance around the room,
scrutinizing every inch of the room. There are no zombies, but the
rotten odor convinces you that they are near by.
