Description
This is a interactive story where most decisions are made by you readers! "It was a miracle I had met them, but something was triggering the nagging noise in the back of my mind. 'They'll kill you.' it read aloud from some sort of book it studied nights on end, 'They'll destroy every last piece of your body, and they'll consume your entrails like the walkers you despise.' The one deemed Snake was busy doing something I couldn't quite make out by the river, Cry had been staring up at the sky with his infected girlfriend one last time, or at least that's what I hoped it was. At this point I'm encouraging both of us to continue recovering. Like almost every single time something goes wrong Cry devotes all of his time into making the game plan. He watched Cry leave, Russ eyed his stature the entire time he walked gracefully out of the trees. Ziegs was above us taking a rest from her tough shifts she was placed on the past day, Cry and Russ huddled around the fire eating what Violet had skinned earlier, Scott was down at the lake washing clothing, and sometimes catching the ADD bug to strum his guitar, the rest of the girls were put on watch in the frail bushes around the camp. It all seemed too perfect for nothing to ever stir a riot in this hollowed out forest camp we all called home. After I had said these things Cry reached into the bag beside him, and slowly retrieved a hand gun."
Check For Wounds
