3 Unique Storylines. Over 50 Possible Endings. Just one question… Will YOU Survive the Zombie Apocalypse?
Everyone has their plan; what they’d do to survive if and when the zombies come. Now you can see how you’d hold up against the legions of undead–without needing to call the CDC because crazed bath salts users are trying to eat your face off.
Here’s how it works: You, Dear Reader, are the main character of this story. Live, die, and rise again based solely on the merit of your own choices. Each link represents a choice, and there’s no going back, so choose wisely.
“Infected. Is. So. Good.” — A girl just like you.
“Holy $#*% this is awesome!” — A guy more or less like you.
Fans of The Walking Dead or George Romero’s Living Dead series can now live their own apocalyptic adventure. Like the gamebooks popular in the 1980s-90s (Choose Your Own Adventure, Give Yourself Goosebumps, etc), this is a series where you choose how to progress through the book. Unlike any others, this is the first series designed specifically for adults. And as an ebook, you simply click your choice and the story flows forward for you. No flipping pages.
Targeted Age Group:: All audiences
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 3 – PG-13
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I’d written INFECTED as a screenplay back in 2008, and shelved it. It wasn't based on a book (foreshadowing?) and it didn’t reinvent the zombie wheel (no singing, dancing zombies), it was just a *good* zombie story. Which meant Hollywood wasn’t interested. Cut to early 2012 and a conversation with a friend who asked, “Why aren’t there any Choose-your-own-adventure books for adults?” and I set out to make a series of gamebooks for grownups. I knew right away that INFECTED should be my first.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
INFECTED is a gamebook that you "play" as the main character. You go through, making decisions, to find out if YOU would survive the zombie apocalypse. In order to make that feel more immersive, I left the reader gender/age/race/orientation neutral. Step into the story where you'll live, die, and rise again based solely on the merit of your own choices.
First things first. You go outside and start ripping out planks from your fence. Your picketed American dream will now have to protect you from the American nightmare. Bringing everything you could possibly need inside your house, you close and lock the door, but not before spray-painting “Alive inside” above the entry. Hopefully the undead don’t read.
Boards and nails on every door and window, you blot out the sun for God-knows-how-long. But you’re a survivor, and smart, so you keep busy preparing. Beyond the boards you prop your couch, bookshelves, entertainment stand, whatever; up against the openings to your home.
The barricades securely in place, it’s time to set up for the long haul. You fill your bathtub and sinks to the brim with fresh water—it could turn off before you know it.
Everything prepared, you set your favorite blunt object within arm’s reach and sit down to watch the news and ceremoniously burn the bills you’ll never have to pay again.
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Only six days into hiding, you get your first visitors. The phones don’t work, and your television and internet have long been down, so you’re unsure what to expect. You’ve played about as much solitaire as is humanly possible, and in an ironic twist of fate, your house is now more clean and ready for company than it was before things went bad. There were a few scary nights, rustling in the bushes, scratches at the doors and windows, and a slight moaning to ensure you haven’t slept much. But no one has really tried to get in—until now.
The two zombies outside paw at your house like velociraptors checking the fences for weak spots. You’re not sure if you did something to alert the undead but they’re here, and they really want in. The moaning is louder than you’ve heard, and much more urgent.
With a crash, one of your window panes is smashed in. Your home security alarm blares ferociously. What might have helped alert you while you were sleeping now alerts the whole neighborhood like a dinner bell.
You curse yourself for keeping it on and run to turn it off. But the damage is done. With the window open, they can smell you, and now you can hear the distant moan of more to come. The boards are still in place, so that should buy you some time—but the boards won’t hold forever.
* Fend them off one by one with my Louisville Slugger. I don’t care if I have to battle the whole town!
* I’ll grab what I can and head up to the attic. Spiders and rats over zombies any day!
* Down into the basement. I’ve already got some stuff down there, and it works in the movies!
[Make Your Choice!]
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