Attention!
Game now commencing...
"Everyone do you see this!"
"What the hell!?"
Suddenly, everything shifts and I'm in an enclosed room, alone.
Welcome to Infected Survival!
Granted 500 tokens
First wave in: 1 Minute
The dread rising in my chest feels chilling as I realize I'm alone in an enclosed area. The blood splatters on the floor and debris from the shattered windows add to my rising panic. It looks like someone died here. No, there's way too much blood for it to be just one person. The most notable thing is the out of place vending machine in the corner, providing an eerie green glow to the otherwise pitchblack room.
I walk towards the vending machine spilling green light. When I get closer, I notice the giant question mark on the front of it. I reach out and touch it, strangely allured...
Mystery Machine™
Weapons & Armor
Equipment
Traits & Abilities
Pharmaceuticals
Recreation
Misc.
What catches my attention is the pharmaceuticals tab. "If it's this place... could they have it?"
Attention! First wave: 30 seconds
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." In a panic, I realize I have no weapons and tap the 'Weapons & Armor' tab.
Weapons & Armor
Weapons
Armor
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"For fucks sake!"
After some furious finger mashing, I purchase the first weapon I lay eyes on; a tiny pistol I don't check the name or price of. It pops out of the sky with a ding! and the pistol lands in my hands. Shocked, I nearly fumble the gun.
I take a deep breath to calm myself. "Right, this is fine. I'm okay. This is just like a game. Just aim and fire."
I can hear a blood curdling screech somewhere beyond the walls.
First Wave
Objective: Survive until all undead are slain
I tighten my shaking hands around the pistol and jerk my neck around in apprehension. I seem to be in a classroom of some sort. I hide behind a desk and aim at the only door in the room, trembling. The screeching gets louder, until a pair of glowing red eyes pierce through the darkness of the doorway.
I scream and immediately pull the trigger, firing the whole clip in an instant.
With a waterlogged gurgling noise, the zombie falls backwards. "D-did I get him?"
I stare intently at the fallen corpse, looking for any signs of twitching.
Objective Complete!
Granted 100 tokens
Next Wave: 5 minutes
I let out a long sigh I didn't realize I had been holding in. I reach my hand up to wipe the sweat from my brow, when I notice the gun still in my hand. I'm gonna have to reload this thing... and try not to fire all my bullets at once like that.
I walk over to the green vending machine and purchase a package of bullets for my gun. After catching the box of ammunition out of the sky, I load the bullets into my gun clumzily and set the rest on the desk I use to hide behind. I make myself a very sloppy fort out of desks and chairs just in time for the next round to start.
Second Wave
Objective: Survive until all undead are slain
Feeling a little calmer (though not by much) from my earlier success, I steel my nerves and point the shaking gun at the doorway once again.
My nerves are shot to hell when I hear a chorus of shrieks coming from outside. The sweat trickles down and stings my eyes.
From the doorway three pairs of red eyes appear. Before I can even react, my finger is pulling the trigger to the beat of my racing heart.
Surprisingly, two zombies fall under my haphazard shooting. Breathing heavily I fumble for the box of bullets on the table, but knock them over in my haste, spilling them all to the floor. My breathing picks up, and by this point I'm hyperventilating.
The third zombie lumbers closer, with it's hateful red eyes licking me all over. I scramble on the floor and grab a handful of bullets. I unload the magazine and load bullets into the magazine, then quickly shove the magazine into the gun.
The zombie approaches my little fort of desks and chairs. I quickly aim and pull the trigger, only to realize I didn't cock the gun.
"Fucking hell!"
The zombie reaches a hand through a hole in my barricade and flails about for me. The smell of rotting flesh waters my eyes.
"Piss off!" I cock the gun and point the gun at it's head and fire four consecutive times. The zombie falls limp to the floor, with a disgusting squelch.
I wipe the sweat off my brow and catch my breath against a desk.
Objective Complete!
Granted 500 tokens
Next Wave: 15 minutes