===> Your name is Dirk Strider. It wasn’t long ago that the Zombie Apocalypse started and you’ve already found yourself injured and alone. Your former friends lost contact with you shortly after it began…and your only salvation has been this warehouse. But it won’t last for long….and you really just want to know where the people you care about have gone.
TT: Roxy? Jane?
TT: Anyone? Is anyone alive out there?
==> Your name is ROXY LALONDE. You’ll be the first to admit that you suck at treating your own WOUNDS. You’ve been on your own for quite some time after you lost contact with your friends, and you’re starting to think that they’re all DEAD. It’s okay, though; at least you’re DRUNK.
TG: o well
TG: s not like im not used to bein alon
==> Your name is DAVE STRIDER. It appears that you have been BITTEN BY A ZOMBIE. It’s alright, though. Almost all of your friends are DEAD, anyway. All you know is that the first stages of zombification HURT LIKE A BITCH.
==> Your name is CALVIN STRIDER, and there’s no hope for you.
And soon enough, there won’t be any hope for anyone else either.
==> Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and it seems you’ve been stuck in a perpetual state of half transformation. All you know is you’ve never felt agony like this before. The pain was enough to drive anyone insane…
==> Your name is GRANDMA HARLEY and you wouldn’t usually be worried about a zombie apocalypse.
But you have responsibilities now. You have to get your grandson somewhere safe.
Because he won’t be safe with you much longer.
The last one made me cry :(
The last one made me scream once I saw her arm.