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MC POV - Interactive Story - 10 (Patreon)

Published:
2025-06-16 23:14:48
Imported:
2026-06

Poll

MC POV - Interactive Story - 10

  • Explain to the woman she’s infected and needs to lock herself in her bedroom. 9
  • Take the woman to a bedroom and put her out of her misery. 12
  • Shove the woman into a closet and lock it. 0
  • Restrain the woman before she turns. 0
  • Leave the house before she turns. 0
  • 2025-06-16
  • —2025-06-30
  • 21 votes
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Content

Continued from scene 9

You step forward slowly, raising a calming hand. "Hey, I'm here to help."

The woman jerks in surprise, turning quickly toward you. Her eyes are wide, red-rimmed, tears streaking through dirt smudges on her cheeks. She sniffles sharply, taking a shaky breath.

"Oh God, who are you?" Her voice trembles. "Please…my son's locked in there."

"Let me see your arm," you say calmly, stepping closer.

She reluctantly moves the bloodied towels aside, revealing the wound. Your eyes trace the unmistakable signs of infection: skin jaundiced yellow around the bite, angry green lesions spreading outward, and rust-colored blood slowly seeping from the deep puncture marks.

Jessica steps back suddenly, one hand clamped tightly over her mouth and nose, her eyes watering from the putrid smell rising from the wound.

The woman notices Jessica’s reaction, confusion crossing her face. " It-it was just the mailman," she stammers, glancing back toward the bathroom door. "He went crazy and attacked us. He must've had that disease they're talkin’ about on TV. But I'm fine, really."

She sways slightly, still gripping her injured wrist tightly.

Continue to scene 11

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