Really? You’ve fled every remotely dangerous situation so far, but a swarm of forty or fifty zombies gorging themselves on the flesh of the living sounds like the kind of thing you’d like to take your chances on? I mean, good for you and all. It just seems a little out of character.

You take a closer look at the ghastly scene before you, trying to come up with a plan. It looks like the zombies only prey on regular human beings and never other zombies. How do they know the difference? By sight? Smell? If you disguise yourself as one of them by stinking yourself up with zombie filth, you might be able to get through the mob without drawing any attention. On the other hand, you don’t really know how the whole infestation thing spreads—do you really want to get that close to them?

You know what? You’ve had it with these motherflippin’ zombies on this motherflippin’, um, street. In front of this motherflippin’ police station. You see an abandoned car propped up on a jack in the alley behind you, with a tire iron lying on the curb next to it. You have half a mind to take it as a weapon, wade into the fray, and break some zombie heads.

If you disguise yourself as one of them and try to sneak past the zombie feeding frenzy, turn to page 183.

If you grab the tire iron, flip out and get medieval on their undead asses, turn to page 11.