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[Gamerboy4life]

You strap the shotgun to your chest, something of a slightly awkward position. You grab your knife and bat, walking up the stairs slowly. There seem to be three bedrooms, two bathrooms. One of them is a master bedroom, the other two are quite smaller. One is painted pink, and has dusty dolls and general girly playthings around. The sight saddens you a little, and you wonder what happened to the little girl. You check the other smaller room, finding nothing but a very drab room with nothing inside, even in the closet. Nobody probably used it.

That leaves the master bedroom, but once you step inside, you wish you never had.

You see a woman leaning against the wall, missing part of her arm. The father downstairs must have been the one who turned. But how did he get locked in the bathroom? There is a bullethole through her forehead, and in her hand lies a blood-speckled revolver. You think it's a .357.

The worst part is, you've found the daughter. And she's lying next to her mother, almost if she's sleeping. It would be adorable, if not for the bullet hole through her forehead, too, and the nasty bite upon her leg.

You gag slightly. This is almost too much for you to handle, and if you really must loot the room, you do so quickly.

You check the drawers, your shirt over your mouth, and find a few rounds of .357. Looking around a bit more, you see several things that you also did not want to see, like a 'toy' of a different kind. You quickly shut that drawer.

Ah, you find a flashlight in the night-stand drawer, though the excitement is short-lived once you discover the batteries inside are dead. Good thing they didn't corrode.


You look over to where the gun rests in the woman's hand. You don't want to get close to her, or her daughter, the thought of it disturbing their rest makes you a little unsettled.

Do you take the revolver?


Inventory:
Serrated Knife
Backpack
Tent
Cricket Bat
Shotgun (Full)
7 Buckshot Shells
4 cans of food
2 bags of chips
Flask
Canteen
Flashlight (0%)
4 .357 rounds.

[mesor]

Tale the gun
"Screw her she's dead and I intend to live, I want that gun."

[Teneb]

Leave the revolver alone, find some fuel and set the house on fire. Then flee before anything is attracted to said fire.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Not when the second weapon is small and light, but it does limit the ways you can use each weapon.

A cricket bat is unbalanced enough to undo that benefit.

Take the revolve, do a last sweep, then light the funeral pyre.

[Mr. Palau]

Take revelover, check car outside, do not set the house on fire.

[Gamerboy4life]

You take the revolver, feeling frightened as you do so. The dead woman's grip is surprisingly strong, and as you wrench it away, you hear a crack.
Disgusting.

You feel like you desecrated some invisible tomb, plunging to greedily steal it's wondrous treasures. As you walk out of the room, you look back, and pray for them. Funny, you were never really religious.

However, she's dead, and you are alive. You need the gun to live, and she would likely not mind. With this rationalization in mind, you set down the stairs, checking the truck out to the side of the house, you find a pair of keys near the brake pedal. Luckily, they fit the truck. You jam the keys in there, and power up the truck quickly to check the fuel. After a bit of wheezing and sputtering, you feel the truck come to life, and you check the fuel gauge. Half full.

You shut the truck off. Should you look for some fuel? You had a brief thought about burning the house down, but fuel is a very, very valuable rarity. It depends upon you if you save the fuel or give the family a final rest, though there might be other ways. You could also try to fill up those two bottles you found.


Inventory:
Backpack
Tent
7 Buckshot Shells
4 cans of food
2 bags of chips
Flask
Canteen

Weapons:
.357 Revolver (4)
Shotgun (Full)
Serrated knife
Cricket Bat

[mesor]

Look for fuel and or water.

[Geen]

No need to use fuel! Search for da booze. Every house has some, right?

[Gamerboy4life]

You go around back of the house, and find a small red pump. You go over, and spend a tough ten minutes trying to fill them up, and after both the flask and canteen are filled to the brim, you find yourself sweating somewhat. The pumps are pretty hard to operate. You find a small cellar door thingy, the kinds that swing up into the air, leading into some sort of cellar. You go over, and lift the rotting wood quite easily, and step into a musty, dark cellar that smells strongly of grapes.

Oh boy.

You look around, and most of the happy juice is already spilled over the ground. In fact, all of it has spilled, which is a pity for such a large wine cellar. You wonder if they grew grapes here, or just enjoyed their alcohol. You find a small storage room, and it contains sacks of flour and grain, plus five small gas cans. They probably hold a gallon each. You also find a small tennis ball, and just for shits and giggles, you take it with you. Maybe you can throw it at a zombie, and laugh if it falls over.

You take trips transporting the gas to the truck, and after scouring the cellar one last time, you find nothing of real value. It's a pity, if the wine was still all inside the bottles and not on the ground, you could have totally gotten hammered.

Oh well.

You walk up to the truck, since you are clearly taking it. You toss your bike in the bed, along with the fuel. This could get you quite a ways.

Is it time to leave, or do you want to do something first?

[GreatWyrmGold]

Lick the wine cellar? Seriously, though, just leave.

[mesor]

Take the truck and head into the town

[Ricky]

> Before leaving, quickly search the house for a watch or timepiece.

Afterwards, head to town.

[Gamerboy4life]

You go inside, wondering if the man-zombie you killed earlier has a watch. You search his wrists, and quite luckily find an old-fashioned one. It seems expensive, but the back is dented and there is a small crack on the glass.

At least you can tell time.


You head back to the truck, revving it up, and you start to pull it out of the small driveway, when you hear a loud WOOF!

What was that noise? you think, when suddenly, you see a flash of black and white in front of the car. You slam on the brakes, throwing yourself forward.

"Fuck!" You exclaim in a British way as you hit the steering wheel. Rubbing your head, you can only think: what was that? Should you check, or just keep driving?

[Wrex]

Keep driving away from the dog/wolf/zombie dog/zombie wolf/werewolf/whatever the fuck don't stop.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Pause long enough to see if it's friendly. If so, let it in. If not,'run it over.