Zombie Apocalypse [Choose Your Own Adventure]

Zombie Apocalypse!

You sit in your geography class, realizing the irony. It's usually the minority that spoil things for the majority. Geography class exists because of the reverse: since more than half of the students in the United States could locate states like New York or Mississippi on a map, in this case it's the majority spoiling things for the minority.

You are one of the majority. One of the few, the proud; the students who can locate North America on a map. One of the few who understand that Europe isn't a country. Meaning you're bored to tears and it is clearly the fault of the mouth-breathers who don't pay attention to the world around them.

As she explains the concept of cardinal directions, Mrs. Bentley suddenly doesn't seem well. Her skin looks whiter than the chalk she just used to write "NORTH, SOUTH, EAST, WEST" on the board. She's clutching her stomach and is breathing erratically.

Something is clearly amiss.

Mrs. Bentley starts coughing hard. It's a harsh, barking sound and she can't seem to stop. You notice blood is spraying in a fine mist on the fist she uses to cover her mouth. Suddenly, her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses in a heap on the floor.

She might teach the most boring subject in school, but that hardly deserves a sentence of death. You've had some basic first aid training, perhaps you can help her. On the other hand, several other students have gathered in a wide semi-circle around her already. If you jump in, that might be too much excitement for this poor woman. Besides, two girls just dashed out into the hallway, to get help you presume.

If you help her, turn to page 8.

If you do nothing, turn to page 11.

You can hear the unfortunate crunch of bone and Calvin's final scream as Mrs. Bentley extracts Calvin's brain with a squish, like wringing out a wet sponge. This occupies her time and attention long enough for the class to escape from the door in a less than orderly fashion.

Turn to page 13.