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MC POV - Interactive Story - 3 (Patreon)

Published:

2025-03-04 20:40:22

Imported:

2026-06

Poll

MC POV - Interactive Story - 3

Glock 19 (9mm Pistol) – A reliable, compact handgun. Easy to carry, plenty of spare mags available. 25
Remington 870 (Pump-Action Shotgun) – A devastating close-range weapon, perfect for home defense. Uses buckshot or slugs. 3
AR-15 (5.56mm Rifle) – A civilian version of his military M4, possibly something he bought after deployment. 20
Marlin 336 (.30-30 Lever-Action Rifle) – A hunting rifle, old-school but powerful, especially for putting down infected at medium range. 5
.38 Special Revolver – A backup gun, possibly kept in a nightstand or safe. 1
KA-BAR Fighting Knife – A 7-inch fixed blade combat knife, standard for military personnel. 13
Baseball Bat (Aluminum) – Readily available, doesn’t require maintenance, and can crush a skull with enough force. 2
Crowbar – Multipurpose, great for smashing, prying open doors, and doesn’t need reloading. 5
Machete – A large blade, useful for cutting through flesh and debris. Ideal for close encounters but needs regular sharpening. 5
Tire Iron (Lug Wrench) – A solid, heavy striking weapon, easily found in most cars. 4

Content

Continued from scene 2

You step aside, motioning her in. Jessica slips past you into the house. You close the door, throw the deadbolt, then double-check it.

She sinks onto the couch, legs bouncing, shifting back and forth like she can’t sit still. Her hands press against her thighs, fingers tapping.

“I know this is gonna sound strange,” she says, glancing up at you, “but is it okay if I stay here tonight? I don’t mind sleepin’ on the couch, hell, even the floor, but—” she exhales sharply, shaking her head. “The thought of bein’ alone right now is crazy.”

Before you can answer, a heavy thump rattles the door.

You turn toward the sound. Another dull thud follows, slower this time. You step to the window, push the blinds apart with two fingers, and look outside.

A man stands in the fading light of the porch, swaying slightly. His clothes are torn—a button-down soaked dark with blood, one sleeve missing entirely. His bare arm hangs limp, ripped open near the elbow, muscle and tendon glistening in the streetlights. His head tilts, his jaw slack, mouth slightly open. A smear of red runs from his nose to his chin, drying in jagged streaks. His chest rises and falls, but it’s shallow, erratic.

Then he moves—a slow, uneven step forward, forehead pressing against the door. His fingers twitch, curling like he’s trying to grab something that isn’t there.

Jessica’s voice is quiet but firm. “Is it one of them?”

You let the blinds fall shut. “Yeah.”

She doesn’t hesitate. “You’re gonna need a weapon.”

Continue to scene 4