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MC POV - Interactive Story - 9

  • Ask the woman to sit down, so I can examine the bite mark. 11
  • Raise the rifle at the woman and order to move away from the door. 3
  • Restrain the woman until I can figure out what to do with her. 2
  • Kill the woman before she turns into a zombie. 3
  • Leave the property. This has nothing to do with me. 1
  • 2025-06-04
  • —2025-06-14
  • 20 votes
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Content

Continued from scene 8

You lead Jessica quietly up the stairs, careful to step near the edges to avoid any creaking. At the top, you peer around the corner. Down the hall, a woman stands hunched over near a closed bathroom door. Her blonde hair hangs loose and tangled around her face, strands damp with sweat. Blood spatters darken the front of her shirt, small droplets smeared across her jeans. She clutches her wrist tightly, paper towels wadded thickly around her forearm, dark brown blood soaking through.

She taps softly against the bathroom door again. Her voice sounds strained even though she speaks softly. "Ryan, come on now, open the door. It's just a scratch. I'm fine, really."

From behind the bathroom door comes a young voice, maybe a teenager. "You promise you're okay, Mom? You swear?"

The woman's shoulders slump in relief. "I promise. Everything's fine. Just open the door for me."

She shifts, adjusting her grip on the paper towels. They fall away for a moment, and you clearly see the angry red bite mark beneath, swollen and oozing, edges darkening in a way you recognize instantly.

Jessica stiffens beside you, her breath sharply drawn in.

Continue to scene 10

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