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morning,” says Mr. Tibbs. “Is there ….,” he
begins, but stops mid-sentence as the old man leans down
and bites into his forearm.
If you help Mr. Tibbs fight the man, turn to page ……… 25
If you run for help at the office, turn to page …………
28
Help Mr. Tibbs
    Spurred into action, you run forward and try to
help Mr. Tibbs deal with the old man. You have no
weapons, this is a school after all, but the idea of
something happening to your favorite science teacher is
too much to witness and not get involved. Rushing
forward, you lift the history book you once said was so big
that it must contain everything since the dawn of man and
slam it down onto the old man’s back. The sudden impact
jars the old man and makes him fall to his knees, giving
Mr. Tibbs a second to back away. As he does so, he pulls
his long sleeve sweater up from his wrist revealing
another sleeve, this one part of the shirt he has beneath
the sweater. Yanking it back as well, the skin on his
forearm looks to be red, but it’s not bleeding. Apparently
the two layers were sufficient to hold back the old man’s
biting teeth.
    Unfortunately, you are not wearing two layers, and
the wonderful flesh of your hand is completely exposed as
the old man grabs it and shoves it into his gaping mouth.
Just as you try to pull away, you feel his teeth sink into
your hand, and your pinky gets trapped behind his back
molars in a way that bends it in an unnatural angle. As
pain shoots up your arm, you bend over instinctively
trying to relieve the pressure and see your own blood
pouring out of the old man’s mouth.
    Attempting to help you, Mr. Tibbs steps up behind
you and takes hold of the sides of the old man’s face and
tries to pull him away from you and back towards the
outside. As he does so, however, you see some of the old
man’s paper thin loose skin begin to peel back, and you
find yourself looking away, unwilling to watch this happen
before you. It’s at this point that you spot the old man’s
wife, who has just shambled up to the front of the school
as well, and she latches on to Mr. Tibbs, biting the back of
his neck.
    Acting in self-defense, you thrust your foot into the
old man’s waist and pull, in order to free yourself. The
force of it is more than you expected, however, and you
find yourself flying backwards towards the crowd of
students who are standing behind you, watching while the
old man tips backwards out the door.
    Your friend Steve, pushes his way through the
crowd in an attempt to reach you, but as you start to sit
up, your eyes lock on the gruesome fall of Mr. Tibbs just
outside the school as he is taken down by two of the
walking dead. It occurs to you that if you hadn’t rushed
in, Mr. Tibbs might have made it free on his own, and you
wouldn’t now be infected and doomed to be one of the
walking dead.
    Your friend Steve helps you to your feet, and the
crowd, still open mouthed and staring out the glass doors,
begins to part as he helps you to the office.
    Once there, Steve helps you into the nurse’s office
but the two of you quickly find that Nurse Jackie isn’t
going to be helping anyone else today, no one except for
Nathan who is helping himself to a yet another delicious
bite of her flesh. Turning to leave the way you both came
in, you see Steve’s exposed arm and are overcome with
curiosity. “What does he taste like?”
The End
Running to the Office for Help
    Turning, you plow through the crowd of students
and head for the main office hoping someone there can
help Mr. Tibbs. When you get there, you try to explain to
the school secretary what you saw, but the words come
out in a jumble, falling over each other as your tongue
tries to keep up, and she doesn’t understand a word of
what you’re saying. Taking a breath, you repeat the
important parts saying, “Mr. Tibbs is being attacked at the
front door. You’ve got to help him.”
    Your words alone might have been seen as