Dead, Alive, or in Between CYOA

[Nightwhisper]

PROLOGUE

The small tests you and the rest of Team 11 may not have been legal. They may have been cruel. They may have been dangerous. But what harm could monkeys do? They were primates. So were humans. Does that make it possible for the monkeys to infect humans? Well, that was a risk you had to take. If anything could go wrong, no one would blame you and your associates. They wouldn't have the cognitive ability to. 


While you were testing on a large silverback gorilla, a small leak in the syringe that had the sedatives in it brought the dose down just enough to keep the subject concious. You slowly sunk the needle into a vein on the arm. Within seconds, the gorilla shook violently, foaming at the mouth. You were glued to the spot. The sedative should have delayed the reaction. I need to get out before it turns. You thought as you gaped in horror at the turning ape. It suddenly jerked and stopped. Dang it. You sprinted towards the door, and opened it. Sliding through it, you spun on your heel and tried to slam it shut. It wouldn't move past one point, and before you could realize what happened, a large hand caught your hair, yanking you towards it. The gorilla dragged you into the room, ignoring your screams. Before they could see the carnage that ensued, your coworkers fled. Their one mistake was leaving the door wide open, for anything to get in... or out.

CHAPTER 1

Dubuque, Iowa|April 6, 2015

Your head throbbed. "I need coffee." You groaned, and looked over at the clock. It read 2:19. You placed your feet onto the soft, shaggy carpet and stood. Ten minutes later, you had a strong coffee and the TV going. Your phone buzzed under a pile of paper. You dug it out, and the screen lit up. A notification sat below the time, and a small click sounded as you tapped it.


Your friend Elli had texted you.

You see what's been goin' on in Adel?

You replied.

Nah, wats up there?

They're quarantining a bunch of sick people. Some crazy torn up lady attacked someone, then the attackee started attacking more people.

You shook your head and took a sip of coffee.

Let me guess. Hoax or something?

You heard the ding of a reply, but you also heard a scratching at the door. How'd a stray dog get into the building? You thought as you went to open the door. With a click, the door opened. A blurry figure smacked into you, and you screamed. As you kicked it off, you got a better look at it. What the...?

A rotting figure lay clawing at you, it's face brown and gray and bloody. A chunk of it's shouoder was missing, and it had some liquid dripping down it's face.


Nearby lay a shard of the cup you had coffee in. A large knife was on the counter, and you would have to get up to grab it. You could also run.


CHOOSE ONE TO DEFEND YOURSELF


A) GLASS SHARD

B) KNIFE

C) RUN

D) RUN AROUND SCREAMING LORD HELP ME

[Deleted]

A) Glass shard

[Nightwhisper]

Three more votes! Can someone please choose D? I need something to make my day funnier.

[Deleted]

D. HAHAHA

[Nightwhisper]

THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD I EXALT YOU, SIR/MA'AM

Two more votes :3

[Adrienne Bonnaire]

C

[86]

D

[Nightwhisper]

I DIED WHEN WRITING THIS XD))

CHAPTER 2

All logic forgotten, you scrambled to your feet. Adrenaline pumped through you as you sprinted through your apartment. "Lord, help me! The dead are alive! Save me, God!" You screamed, barreling into the bathroom anf shutting the door. 

Pounding erupted on the other side of the door, followed by slow footsteps, a grunt, and a smack. You decided not to open the door, because the Lord was probably not out there. "Hello?" A voice called. You took a deep breath, and opened the door. A click sounded, and you rounded the corner into the kitchen. A tall man stood before you, a handgun drawn. Your hands shot into the air. "Did it bite you?" The hulking man asked. Your already shaking head went from side to side, and the man responded by putting his gun down. A pool of discolored blood was behind the man. You tried to say something, but your throat was shut.

"Got any canned food, or MREs, or... ya know?" The man questioned. "Lemme look." You said, your voice clear now. The cupboard squealed as you pulled it open, and squealed again as you shut it. The man was looking into the fridge, grabbing bottled water. He stuffed water into his duffel, and you did the same with your cans. You had grabbed into a backpack and changed into jeans and a torn denim shirt with the sleeves ripped off. "So what's your name?" The man asked, finishing his packing and grabbing something from his pocket. You saw it was a knife and your eyes grew wide. "Sam," you quietly said, mot looking at the knife. "And you are?" You asked as you shouldered your backpack and grabbed the two bags you had packed, including the duffel. "Ethan." The man said and held the knife out to you. You slowly took it.

The halls had been oddly deserted. You had mixed feelings about going out to the parking lot, but you quickly got over them. Ethan had a big black jeep, and you were shocked to see a dog in the back seat. It was a pitbull with a light tan coat. "This is Lex, short for Lexie. Hey girl," Ethan said as he petted the dog. This was the first time you got a good look at him. Ethan had short brown hair that mixed well with his tan skin. He was muscled, but not like a bodybuilder. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans. It didn't take long to get the stuff into the car, and Lex helped by scooting over. Soon you got in too, and peeled oit of the lot.

"Where ya from?" Ethan asked, slowly flipping throufh the radio channels. "Minnesota." You briskly replied, and absentmindedly reached back to pet Lex. "I, myself, am from Louisiana. New Orleans." After a couple more minutes of smalltalk, you learned Ethan was a mechanic, got Lex from a a breeder in Ontario, and has a little sister. Ethan hit the brakes, and you looked up. A woman stood in the middle of the road, waving her arms.

A) SHOOT HER

B)OFFER HER SUPPLIES

C) TAKE HER WITH YOU

D) CHECK HER FOR BITES THEN TAKE HER WITH YOU


A/N- I saw this in another CYOA, so here it is. Basically, you can fill the form out to have your character put into the CYOA. I'll put a limit on the amount of people,  so no more than three characters. If one dies, you can make another.


Name-
Age-
Personality-
Appearance-
One skill-
One flaw-
Family-
Other-

[Domino]

A
Let's get down to business, to defeat everyone
Did they send me daughters, when I asked for dogs? (I already love Lexie)
You're the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a killer out of you

[Nightwhisper]

I have watched Mulan once when I was 5 and know that reference

But you so cold Domino... 3 votes

[Hollyleaf ღ]

Please make sure this doesn't get too explicit in content! We like to keep this forum safe for 10+. Good luck with your CYOA

[Nightwhisper]

I figured someone would say this. I will only do mild gore, and sunce the main character isn't exactly that mentally strong, she'll look away from a lot of gore.

[Deleted]

D you wanna be safe but at the same time i dont trust her
(My second choice was A because of the Mulan reference and I wanna kill her as well)

[Nightwhisper]

A might not be the wisest choice

2 more!

[Moonstar]

D

Name- Amber Beckett
Age- 22
Personality- she is tough and may seem uncaring but it’s only because she doesn’t want to “get attached” to anyone because her family was infected by the virus, she was not bitten though. Her Wolfdog, Scout (part wolf part German Shepherd) helped her escape. She is extremely loyal to her friends and will fight to protect them at all costs
Appearance- she has medium brown curly hair and bright green eyes
One skill- her wolfdog Scout can tell if someone is infected or not due to his sense of smell
One flaw: She’s VERY hard to earn the trust of
Family- all killed by the virus except Scout, her Wolfdog
Other- nope

(We need Scout x Lex PUPPIES)