text: [Themes: horror, war]
  
  "Let's go to my brother's place," you say, "He should be able to help us."
  
  As the 3 of you head there, you hope either he or his wife Amber is home. It's a Friday night, so Amber should be home from the hospital...unless she was called in to help all of the wounded soldiers.
  
  The 3 of you head into the parking garage adjacent to your apartment building, where you and Robbie have your shitty cars and Turk has his big-ass truck.
  
  Just then, as you are approaching the stairs to the next level, the apartment building collapses into the street! Part of it also falls onto the parking garage.
  
  "Shit! Get back!" you yell, but you're too late. The rubble crushes Robbie and Turk. To make matters worse, you turn around to see a massive crowd (30-40) of fucked up looking people running toward you. They are growling and snarling and flailing their arms violently as they storm into the parking garage.
  
  > They're obviously not right in the head - mow 'em down!
  You open fire on the crowd with your assault rifle. Only the ones you get in the head seem to go down.
  
  Fucking zombies, you realize.
  
  You continue backing up into the garage while shooting. With only one clip, they just keep coming! Eventually, you are forced into a corner next to a black van.
  
  The zombies just keep coming and your are down to your last round. "I'm sorry, William," you say to yourself as you put the rifle barrel to your head.
  
  Just before you're about to pull the trigger, the door of the black van slides open. Inside, there's a scruffy looking dude with a thick gray beard, a red bandanna tied on his head, and a denim vest.
  
  "Get the fuck in here!" he yells to you, motioning with his hand.
  
  > Obvious choice - get in the van!
  You run and dive into the van, and the scruffy dude helps pull you in.
  
  "Get us out of here, Brett!" he yells as he slides the door shut.
  
  The driver reverses and runs over several of the zombies. Then he shifts into drive and punches the gas.
  
  The exit is blocked by zombies, but he runs them down with the van and swerves into the street.
  
  In the van with you are the scruffy guy, the driver, and 2 slutty looking bitches in short skirts and fishnets.
  
  The scruffy guy looks at you, "So what's your story, friend?"
  
  "I need to get to my brother's place," you say.
  
  "Where's that?"
  
  "Fox Chapel."
  
  "The north end of town? Fuck that! That's too far! Plus, that's close to the camp."
  
  "What camp? What the hell's going on?"
  
  "You saw the zombies, right? They came from the concentration camp. Orion's little fucked up experiment. They've been capturing people and exterminating them like the fucking Nazis did. But this time, they brought them back to life as flesh-eating maniacs."
  
  You shake your head in disbelief, "Jesus...so this is why we're at war with Orion now...how do you know all of this?"
  
  The scruffy guy looks down at his feet, "We were in the Philly camp. We just escaped yesterday. We're the only survivors."
  
  The driver, a big guy with a badass handlebar mustache, turns around and says, "The war started there long before it came here. We've been heading west, trying to get to our Pittsburgh charter."
  
  "That's Brett," says the scruffy guy, "You can call me Jimbo. We're brothers of the Renegades."
  
  "Biker gang?" you ask, surprised.
  
  "We prefer the term, motorcycle club," replies Jimbo.
  
  "Well who are they?" you refer to the 2 sluts in the back.
  
  "Our groupies. The Philly clubhouse got overrun by the fucking zombies. These 2 were the only ones who made it out."
  
  "Fucking Roy," says Brett, shaking his head, "they fucking pulled his arms off..."
  
  One of the groupies starts caressing your arms, "You want some apocalyptic companionship?"
  
  "So what were you guys doing in the parking garage?" you ask.
  
  "What do you think?" asks Jimbo as he slaps the other groupie on the ass.
  
  "Jesus, man! Well, where the hell are we going?"
  
  "To the clubhouse. With any luck, our brothers will be okay. Don't worry, we're not bad people. We just engage in organized crime once in a while."
  
  The van pulls into the driveway of what looks like an abandoned office building outside of the city. Brett puts the van keys up in the sun visor.
  
  "Come inside," says Jimbo, "you want a beer?"
  
  "Thanks, really, for everything. But what I really want is to find my brother," you reply, "Can I take one of the bikes?"
  
  "What the fuck did you just say, boy?" Brett angrily asks as he briskly walks toward you.
  
  > say "Can I take one of the bikes? I just need to get across town. Please."
  Brett grits his teeth at you, then pulls out his revolver.
  
  "Woah, woah!" you try to reason with him.
  
  "NO ONE TAKES OUR BIKES, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" he yells before capping you in the stomach. You collapse onto the street.
  
  Jimbo spits on you, then they all go into the clubhouse and lock the door, leaving you to die in the street...
  
  You pass out. When you come to, you hear growling and snarling and gunshots coming from the clubhouse. A crowd of zombies is overrunning the clubhouse!
  
  Then you hear the roar of some bikes starting up. Some of the bikers are able to get away on their bikes. One of them takes too long to get his started. He does manage to get it started, but is then pulled off by the zombies. They tear into his belly and also chew his face off.
  
  You can barely stand up. Luckily, the zombies haven't spotted you yet.
  
  You could try to get to the van. Remember, Brett left the keys in the sun visor!
  
  Or you could try for the bike that's running. It's close to the zombies, but they're busy eating the biker right now.
  
  > go for the van
  You stagger towards the van and to your luck, it's unlocked!
  
  And sure enough, the keys are still in the visor! You start her up and start driving. Hopefully Amber can get the bullet out of your gut and clean you up, but you are not sure where you are or where William's place is from the clubhouse.
  
  Suddenly, you hear a high-pitched snarl behind you. You look in the back of the van and see one of the groupies, naked, with blood all over her. On the floor is Jimbo, or what's left of him. He's naked, too. Guess he was too desperate for that apocalyptic companionship.
  
  The zombie groupie bites you in the face...