You are Stacy, a fresh faced 18 year old village girl with a... complex upbringing.
From an early age, Stacy was abused by her stepdad on an almost daily basis.
Over the years of horrific sexual abuse, Stacy grew to crave his aggressive hold on her, the strong scent of booze on his malty breath, those large calloused hands around her throat, the back of his hand across her face, his huge strong frame, and... well everything about him made her quiver in submission... Until a few years ago.
Yes it's true, the village guards threw stepdaddy in the cells and sentenced him to the gallows for a pub brawl that turned VERY nasty indeed!
Now without her big mean daddy, Stacy had been sought after by many young men around the village, but they did little to excite her twisted mine. Nothing did any more. Until there was talk of bandits hiding in the forest just outside of town.
The cursed forest they called it. It had gained quite the reputation for even the most experienced woodsman getting hopelessly lost. That and the fact the howling of wolves could be heard all around the village on the night of a full moon, chilling anyone who heard it to their very core.
Well that's where little Stacy is now! In search of a mean daddy-like hermit to crush her needy little pussy into a battered mound of tripe!
[[Start.]]Icy rain pelted down through the dimly lit forest, crashing down on the thick foliage with a cascade of water soaking the dirt path, getting more and more vague as she ventured onwards.
It had been four hours now, and not a bandit, or nasty daddy hermit to be seen, and now it was getting REALLY dark, giving the girl trouble with every clumsy step she made.
But what was this? A light in the distance! Further up the overgrown grassy hillside, she could just make it out... But this place looked more than just a simple shack, even from this distance. Easily just over a mile away... But nobody actually lived that side of the forest, did they?
No, even if they did, even if it was some dreamy, rough, rugged, mountain man with a mean streak, that was still a hike away... uphill... in the pouring rain. Maybe she should try again tomorrow?
[[Head to the light.]]
[[Make your way home.]]It's too much. You need to make this journey during the day, that much is certain... with a good pair of hiking boots, not the now brown sneakers you foolishly journeyed here in.
Now posed a challenging question. How was she going to get down? No matter how hard Stacy tried staring into the darkness, she could only just about make out the tiny lights coming from her village, but she couldn't even see much of the ground she was standing on, and she certainly wasn't able to make out where the dirt path had gone, washed away by the steady stream of rainwater... Though at least she knew the water from the rainfall would run right down into the village river, and from there it would be a simple walk home. she had two choices:
[[Follow the slope.]] (Not implemented.)
[[Follow the stream.]]With a little common sense, Stacy carefully followed the trickling water, her sopping wet sneakers squelched across the mud and rocks as she took her time to avoid slipping into the stream. It wasn't all that deep so there was no fear of drowning, but the last thing she wanted right now was a muddy bottom!
After a few minutes of slips and stumbles, she gazed up at the night sky, clouds shifting overhead revealing the full moons light, illuminating her path a little. She gave a small sigh of relief, before the howling began. so very loud, and so very many. She couldn't even guess how big the notorious wolf pack was... only that the howls were soon joined by the rustling of bushes and the snapping of twigs all around her!
Her heart pounded in her chest, looking all around her as she began to panic. She stood deathly still... until she caught a glimpse of bright yellow eyes in the inky black of night.
She ran! Bolting as fast as her legs could carry her, leaving the streams guidance, pushing past branches, the sounds of growling and huge paws pelting along the ground were getting louder, more howls as if to let others know! All seemed hopeless, until she reached a small log cabin with an oil lantern hanging from the porch surrounded by dense trees.
[[Approach the cabin.]] (Not implemented.)
[[Back away.]] (not implemented.)
[[Call for help.]] (not implemented.)No! She'd been wondering around for hours, and she was NOT going home now!
Clawing at the sloppy mud slope, rain pelting at her back, kicking and grunting, dragging herself uphill, lightening lit up the inky black night sky, flashing her silhouette across the sodden ground.
Slipping and, scrambling halfway up the difficult terrain, she trembled all over. Fingers dug deep into the mud, her eyes shut.
Desperately gasped for breath, her muscles aching... and the eerie howls more than a little too close for comfort.
[[Make your way home.]]
[[Climb faster!]]
[[Ignore the howls.]]WIP
[[Hide in the forrest.]]
[[Run to the village!]]WIP
[[Follow the slope.]]WIP
Dead endWIP
[[Knock.]]
[[Open the cabin door.]]WIP
[[Try to sleep.]]
[[Try to get warm.]]WIP
[[Open the cabin door.]]WIP
[[Defend yourself!]]
[[Beg.]]WIP
[[Wake up.]]WIP
[[Cry.]]
[[Knot is the best!]]WIP
Dead endWIP
[[Stay.]]
[[Escape!]]WIP
Werewolf gangbang 'bad' end.WIP
Brood mother werewolf endWIP
[[Follow the slope.]]
[[Head for the cave!]]WIP
Wolf rape bitch end.WIP
[[Attack big papa!]]
[[Knot is the best!]]
[[Stay.]]WIP
rape and dead endWIP
[[Go deeper.]]WIP
[[Run home!]]
[[Find a guard!]]
[[Take shelter in the church.]]WIP
Dead endWIP
Rape and mind broken endWIP
[[Stay hidden and watch.]]
[[Stop this madness!]]WIP
Beaten, raped and killed endWIP
Rape and mind break with mom endWIP
Approach the mansion.
[[Approach the cabin.]]Oh no, not now! Not fucking wolves! With renewed vigour, Stacy scrambled upward looking over her shoulder at the sets of glowing eyes in the dark.
Snatching at a handful of prickly vines, she pulled herself up, wincing in pain, as the thorns pierced her soft palms.
Finally she managed to pull and claw her way to the top, heart thumping in her chest as she dropped to her knees and rolled onto her back panting away, the rain washing way mud from her silky pale flesh.
Sitting up she winced, looking at her hands in the moonlight, throbbing with pain, and covered in blood and scratches. fortunately her cuts were pretty shallow, it didn't look too serious, but holding anything was going to be a pain, but that could wait... She turned her attention toward the mansion before her and picked herself up with a grunt of discomfort, and began shuffling towards it when the loud howls of the forest called after her.
[[Make a run for the mansion!]]Stupid wolves, always howling away. Stacy was used to the loud bestial cries, she'd lived with them all her life. Every full moon the village would be haunted by the chilling sounds and Stacy, like most other residents had learned to ignore them, even sleeping right through them...
But this was where they lived, where they hunted, and where they ate.
Trembling fingers held her position up the grassy mess of mud and brambles as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling, bust squashed against the sloppy surface unaware that her exit has become blocked by a small pack of huge dire wolves, each the size of a bear, fangs like butcher knives, their thick ebony fur shrouding them in the dark of night, save from those piercing eyes.
finally having caught her breath she reached out to climb a little higher when a shallow growl rumbled from the throat of the alpha among them, snatching her ankle between his huge maw, teeth sawing through bone, pulling her down as if she were being hurled like a flail into the middle of the pack.
To shocked to scream, the pain in her leg nullified by the fear in her eyes, her vision blurred as she gazed up at the moon for a few seconds before a dominant bark, beckoned the others into a frenzy, snarling, snapping at her jiggly body! One bit through her shoulder, another at her torso as she bucked and shuddered, mouth gaping wide unable to scream! The horrific scene lit only by the occasional bold of lightning, as the wolves tucked into their modest snack, everything going dark for the young harlot when a huge pair of jaws snapped around her skull, with a loud series of hideous cracks!
The feeding didn't take long at all. Flesh, clothes, blood, and bone. All devoured, not a scrap of meat wasted. What a shame, the night is still young.
Bad end 1. Congrats for finding it, you little rocket scientist you! But there are many more bad ends and a bloody game to enjoy!
Try again? Back to [[Start.]]She didn't know how close those bloody wolves were, but she didn't dare turn back to find out! She just kept running, slipping across the long wet grass every so often, but keeping her balance well enough until she was certain that she wasn't being followed and slowed to an exhausted wobbly shamble, her mouth dry, throat raw from exhaustion, but she was finally here, in front of the mansion that shouldn't even exist.
Now before the huge wooden double doors, did she even dare try to enter? Going back at this point was impossible... at least till the morning, and she was so wet...so cold, and so very tired. She just needed somewhere to rest, who cares if there was a big rapey daddy inside? Although, maybe a little inspection of the building wouldn't be a bad idea.
[[Try the door.]]
[[Walk around the building.]]Deciding that the entrance would be a little too dicey, Stacy chose to take a step back and find an alternate entrance.
Looking back, the mansion had clearly seen better days. The huge stone pillars at the entrance were chipped and cracked in places, thick vines had curled around from behind the building, and had claimed a room on the the second floor, with greenery dug in through a broken window.
Following the Vines around the side of the huge residence she noticed that there were no lights on inside. While it was late, she would have expected there to be at least some signs of life inside. If she knocked, would there even be an answer?
Finally she reached the back of the house... or at least the huge rusted iron bars that were bolted to the rear end of the house. She gazed through the rough rusting iron at the huge serine looking garden, almost like a large palace grounds... palace was right, the 'Mansion' was so huge it was almost like a modern castle! but I digress, it was time to choose her way inside!
[[Climb the vines.]] (Not implemented.)
[[Squeeze through the iron bars.]] (Not implemented.)
or you could go back and [[Try the door.]]The front door seems a pretty good place to start, time to see if it's as desolate as it appears.
Reaching out, Stacy gripped the the heavy iron ring knocker and pulled it back with a grunt. The neglected metal creaked as it was raised for the first time in who knows how long, and clacked with a loud echo that rang through her whole body.
She waited a while in silence... bar the rumble of thunder in the distance and reached out to give the door another knock when the door creaked open a little.
Slipping inside, Stacy peeked around the corner for the one who opened the door, yet all she saw was the dark dusty lobby.
A sudden BANG from behind made her stiffen up with a shudder, eyes widening as the huge chandelier, a good twenty five ft above flickered on, bathing the room in a soft orangy glow, capturing the shadows of the stone gargoyles that were sculpted out of the marble support pillars around her holding up the balcony to the first floor.
The large tall windows rattled as the heavy rain pelted the glass loudly, as if it were about to shatter. She leaned into the window sill and peered into the inky blackness. She could barely see the forest or the town, not even the stars in the sky... even the moon had been eclipsed by the thick rain clouds.
[[Explore the mansion.]]WIP
[[Take a closer look at the water.]]
[[Pick up the rusty knife.]]
[[Walk away.]]WIP
Upper floor to be drafted out.WIP
[[Back to the bars!]]
[[Run away from the monster!]]
[[But that dick though...]]WIP
[[Run away!]]
[[Fight the monster!]]
[[Head back to the bars.]]WIP
Drowned in the pool end.Wip
Maybe [[Try the door.]] of the mansion
[[Follow the slope.]] of the mountain forrest and head home!WIP
Killed as fuckWIP
[[Dive into the hole in the shack.]]
Run to the [[Mansion Lobby door.]]
[[Escape through the Broken window!]]
[[Follow the garden path.]]WIP
Freaky monster sex endWIP
[[Dive into the hole.]] in the shack.
Dash to the [[Mansion lobby door.]]
Try To escape throught the [[Broken window.]]
[[Run down the path.]]
WIP
Vines block the way caught by monster endMaking her way to the door, an eerie chill ran down her spine. She could swear she could hear something like grunting... masculine grunting. Putting her ear to the door to get a better idea of what was going on, she listened for a few seconds before a loud gunshot rang from the other side.
Surprised, she stumbled back landing on her ass... Best to leave this one for now and [[Explore the mansion.]] some more.WIP
[[Left balcony.]]
[[Right balcony.]]
Open the [[Handcarved wooden door.]]She decides the best place to start would be the the doors on the left. Gritting her teeth her pulled at each handle with a frustrated grunt until they finally creaked open.
As she stepped into the dark room lit only by the ocasional lightning strike she realised this was a huge dining room... well more like a feasting hall! This room was HUGE!, the windows were so tall they extended all the way up around 20 - 25 ft, and the table just stretched from one side to the other, a beautiful hand crafted table... it would have been quite an impressive sight if not for the hundreds of flies buzzign around the table... and the smell. the smell of rot and decay, she had to steel herself for a moment, leaning back against the door.
Go back to the lobby and [[Explore the mansion.]] somewhere else
head over to the [[Far dining room door.]]
[[Inspect dinner table.]]Enough standing around! While spooky, getting here had been her goal ever since she saw the light in the distance... which begged the question; why on earth wasn't this place lit up like earlier?
Had the owner just gone to bed?... Bed. She could really use one round about now, and a huge place like this should have lots of beds! Now which way to go... To the left, there was a single set of hand carved wooden double doors with abstract patterns lovingly crafted into the frame... To the right were a pair of normal looking white doors, each a good few feet apart from each other, and finally the large marble staircase. Stacy's sodden wet trainers squelched across the gorgeous red carpet that led from the front door to the staircase, leading to a balcony at either side of the landing.
[[Far left door.]]
[[Climb the stairs.]]
[[Upper right door.]]
[[Lower right door.]]Loud soaked foot prints echoed through the large marble hall as Stacy aproached the door, a forbodng dense of dread shook her whole body as she stood infront of the door.
Gulping, she reached for the old decrative brass handle, crafed in the shape of a pouncing lion, fingers griping to icy cool metal as she braced herself for what was to come and turned the ha- locked? what do you mean locked?!
oh well, it looks like theres nothing more to do here, best to go back and [[Explore the mansion.]] some more.WIP
Back to [[Climb the stairs.]]
[[First door on the right balcony.]]
[[Second door on the right balcony.]]
[[Third door on the right balcony.]]WIP
[[Explore the grounds.]]
[[Follow the path.]]WIP
[[Look out the window.]]
[[Climb the stairs.]]
[[First left landing door.]]
[[Second left landing door.]]WIP
[[Inspect the pool.]]
[[Servants quaters.]]
[[Head to the Old shack.]]WIP
To be drafted.Some twisted facination in the mentally deficient girl urged her to get a closer look at the vile mess, narrowing her eyes, holding her hands over her head to deter large tennis ball sized files from flying into her. how the hell did these flies even get this big?! or the... maggots.
She gulped, standing at the end of the long table, the table cloth rotted and tatty, the varnish finish chiped and bubbled overwith hundreds maybe thousands of maggots of all different shapes and sizes, some barely an inch long others as big as crosaunts! all writhing and crawling over one another, squirming out of the long since spoilt... whatever was in the bowls. porrage? soup? it seemed to have the consistancy of rice pudding... weather the limps were ment to be there or not was anyones guess... as was the ammount of tme that had passed since the 'meals' were prepaired, but what now? she wouldn't actuallyhave a taste... would she? No, come on, the smell if horrible, your really don't want to... right?
[[Try the porrage like gunk.]]
[[Move away from the table.]]
Disgusting, time for the [[Far dining room door.]]Braving the stench of rot decay Stacy decided it was best to leave this room and continue on in search of a place to rest.
Stepping around the dining table to the right, more iluminated part of the room she stepped across the white marble floor, slippery from her sodden wet trainers. The sounds of squirming constant, almost echoing in the room like somone stepping into a bowlfull of cooked pasta broken up only by the loud tick tock of the grandather clock against the middle of the wall and the fire at the far end crackling quietly, all these quiet sounds set the mood of the lonley castle of a house... it was no suprise the loud clack of a footstep caught her off guard, now around halfway across the dining room she spun around. the other side of the table stood a grotesque fat zombie, its eyes locked onto her with a bone chilling groan. thank God she'd walked this way, but this was still bad it seemed intent on getting to her, slowly lumbering around the table to make chase, though it was unlikly that it would reach her before she got to the door, but then again she really didnt want to give it the chance.
[[Walk carefully.]]
[[Run over to the door!]]No, this was utterly disgusting! Holding her hand to her face as she took a step back into the shadows, a large fly flying into her head with a bump as if she were struck by an incoming pingpong ball when she backed into... somthing somthing soft, she felt it wobble against her back... followed by a low raspy groan rumbling in her ears making her stiffen up, her heart thumping so hard it was practically in her throat. What to do what to do...
[[Turn around.]]
[[Hide under the table.]]WIP
Against the narrators squick cringing Stacy bit her bottom lip, finding somthign almost mesmerising abotu the way those fat ugly maggots rolled over each other, some dropping to the floor, one or two inching up her muddied thigh high socks, and with morbid curiosity, she delicatly took the handle of a filthy spoon embedded in the filth in the bowl, stiring it slolwy, watching the thick ooze curl around the spoon.
she let out a shallow breath, her lips parted as more wriggling little grubs ascended her legs, some reaching her knees now as she pulled it out, a pair of baby maggots dropping from the spoon back into the sludge.
Her tounge cradling the back of the spoon before she closed her jaw around the grimy utensil, pulling it from those greedy lips with a little slurp.
severla ribbed maggots rolled around on her tounge as she sampled the meaty... strangly sweet flavour and swallowed with a shiver, biting down on her bottom lip. "W-woah."
maybe branching pathway MUCH later on.
Infestation bad end.Diving under the table she was almost too late as she felt the flabby gut of a decaying monster bump against her ass, fuling her to crawl faster. now beneath the table she hugged herself lookng all around in the pitch blackness, a bold of lightning showingthe faint shadow of a chunky pair of legs walking around the table painfully slowly.
Heart thumping in her chest he sat back, assuming she was safe here... for now at least until the next bolt of lighting just barely illuminated the crawling corpse of a huge musclar undead, a mature gentleman before he became... this... and that was just Stacys type! but the chances that this monster meant to do more than hold her down and tenderly love her was worryingly high... no sane person would risk it, right?
[[Crawl away!]]
[[Daddy as fuck.]]Steeling herself for whatever it was she meekly looked over her shoulder, a well times bold of lightnign breifly illuminating a large fat man... no a monster! the whites of its eyes locked on her tiny frame, a creepy gargle rumbling from its bloated stomach covered in a far ruined brown suit. rips and tears covered the things clothing, the shir tbuttons long since popped off exposing its churning gut. Terrified she took a step back, backed against the table, her fingers clamping around the maggot hive of a table, ass pressed frimly against the edge, eyes wide as it slowly shambled toward her, coming into the dim light, its hair mostly fallen out, lips chewed and and eaten away its jaw gaping wide, and snapping at the air, each clop clop clop of teeth sounded like pieces of old wood knocking against each other... and a very suspect rip in the beasts pants exposing the flaccid fat dick, foreskin wrinkled aroun the head like a fleshy turtleneck sweater... that of course Stacy was drawn to, even with all the fear of her impending fate screaming in her mind, she couldnt help but stare at a fat dick... even a pale warty undead one.
Though it wouldnt have made a diference eitherway now. With another lurch forward th zombies rotund gut pressed against the twisted girl, her chest and cheek flat against it as she looked up into its dead eye as it leaned in, chomping its teeth. she squealed, unable to find the breath to scream, shuttign her eyes tight, shuffling her legs nervously, her thigh brushing against its filthy fetted penis as she shut her eyes bracing herself for the end... that never came.
upon opening her eyes she looked at the suprisingly dicile expression on the monsters face, low raspy groans escaped its throat as she stared up confused until she became aware of her trembling thigh shuddering against him... and that wasnt his leg was it.
With a nervous gulp she turned her eyes back to the zombies somewhat calmexpression... who'd have guessed they'd become so agreeable when stimulated? and this one WAS stimulated, thickening and hardening against her thigh as she shuffedl back against the table, sitting on the end, the proud errect necrotic cock flopping across her stomach as the zombie leaned in further, now face to face he groaned into her ears making her quiver all over, as she clumbsily rocked her body against the dick sandwiched between them, panting softly, maggots crawling up her arms as she panted deep breath, lungs filled the the rooms stale fetted air.
This was perfect, if she could just get this... thing off then she should be able to ascape with her life!
Grip tightening against the tables edge she rubbed her body against his gut up and down, stroking him off with her whole body, a twisted smirk on her face, proud of the effect her bodyjob was having on the creature, a rather plum maggot pushing past the necrotic flesh of its face an slithered from its nose warming its rubbery flesh before dropping onto her breasts, squashed firmly against his stomach and wriggled between her warm mounds. grunting and huffing loudler as she rocked a little faster a gainst him "C'mon, finish alreay~ spray your nasty cum all over me~" She teased, though her words were incomprihensible to the corpse it did begin to thrust up against her with rough hip stroked, pushing the table a little making it screach across the marble floor. so much strength there was no way she could get away, the feeling of helplessness making her reminis about her stepfather with a shiver, her puffy lipped cunt soaked behind those shorts she silently wished for the creature to have its way with her when she was brought out of her trance with the icy wet sensation of dead cum shooting across thair stomachs , soaking into her clothes... and a familiar writhing sensation, no doubt maggot infested zombie cum.
after a few seconds the morbidly obese monster seemed to love his strength as he lead into her, pushing her back across the table squashing godknows how may grubs, knocking bowls and untensils to the floor with a series of loud smashed. "Did you like that...daddy?" She whispered with a giggle... her responser however was a groan followed by a set of browish dry teeth sinkign into her shouler.
Eyes wide, her mouth agape she couldnt even scream, it seemed once this beast was done with her it was back to business and it was starving. pinned against thetable and suffering from the shock Stacy could do othing but stare at the ceiling abover, convulsing until everything went dark
Bad end!No, fuck THIS! There had to be better daddy alternatives that didnt want to strip the flesh from her bones! She shook her head shifting to crawl back when she felt a hand snatches at her foot, and in the deep inky blackness she hand no way of tellign where the monster was! she began to panic, hypervenelating she needed to get free!
[[Kick off trainer!]]
[[Struggle!]]It's like you don't like stacy very much... how mean.
snatching at her trainer it clawled closer as she bit her bottom lip, parting her thighs. "Come on daddy~ show me what happens to naughty girls that like to break into other peoples houses~" She purred, feeling another hand squeeze at her thigh making her shudder, "Y-yeah, i'm rigth here daddy!" She hissed, another lighting bolt illuminating the scene just enough to see that jaw open wide above her, the sold wet feeling at her thighs was slimy gore from the monsters missing legs. "W-wait i changed my mi-" her voice croacked as it bit into her throat, leaving her there trembling beneath him as he made short work of her body, heating and eating... futile since the meat merely pushed out the other en, unable to stop trying to fill his missing stomach."No!" She screached, flailing her arms and legs, kicking free a little too far she found when a huge meaty hand snatched at her foot and dragged her from under the table, holding her up by her leg, the first zombie held her upside down, her head slapping against somthing firm, cold and clammy, grunting as she strggled, against it the fat zombie paused, as if waiting for her to do somthing... odd, it was about to bite into her leg! but now it merely stood still quietly groating... the next lighting bolt illumnated the cause, her face has been bouncing off its calloused rotting cock all along... and she thought the maggots smelt back, the scent hit her hard as soon as she discovored the source... but if it ment this or be eaten... what choice did she even have?
The imatient groan and feeling of teeth pressign against her soaked sock was all the encouragment she needed and latched to his pungent peis, wrapping both hand around the impressive gith, the bulbous head between her lips, her touneg slapped and slathered the tip in drool as she shut her eyes tight, trying to ignore the foul taste, her handed workign up and down the shaft, stroking it into her mouth.
those teeth withdrew from her leg atleaset, as it let out loud low pitched grunts and groans making her shiver against his rotund gut.
opening her eyes she locked eyes with the crawling zombie at the large ones feet, staring up at her, impatiently snapping its teeth at her like dry wood clopping together. he couldnt reach her and it was that confidence that made her think it would be a good idea to tease it, swirling her tounge around, scraping at the muck underthr crown, pulling the tip fromher lips with a wot pop, showing the vile grit on her tounge off to the monster, hands constantly working the firsts meat before she swallowed, with a bratty laugh. "Aww whats wrong, feelng legless? haha! thats what you get for tyring to eat me, stupid zombie!" She smirked, the feeling of power over the beast making her take her time and really squeeze that fat dick. "You will never get this~" She giggled before sucking the tip back between her lips, her tounge however was met by the wrggling of a paticularly fat maggot inching its way from the monsters urithra. a wide eyed look of disgust on her face as she watched the crawler , that fat ribbed maggot crawling up her toungefollowed by a torrent of gritty textured ejaculate, staining her tastebuds with its... meaty flavour for several hots forcing that maggot up her throat, cum oozing from her lips along with puke, wretching on his dick as dead seed and puke splattere onto the zombie below as she panted,, the ever errect cock pressed against her cheek, still oozing its vile bolluck yogurt for a while until the greedy bloated zombie bit into her leg anyway. Eyes wide she gritted her teeth, the zombie below almost mocking her before she was dropped ontop, followed by the obeise monster dropping to its knees to continue its meal withthe crawler, and poor stacy didnt even have the energy to figth back or scream, laying there as if paralized, covered in sick and cum. WIP
[[Crawl damnit!]]
[[Dick is huge.]]No it was better to just pull harder damn it! c'mon! She grunted loudly, yes snapping wide open as its second hand snatched at her leg. uh oh...
Unable to pull away anymore, and the huge first zombie closing in stacy cried out for help, her cried bouncing off the large walls, lighting flashing across the undeads forms as the crawler sank his teeth into her leg, her other leg shaking as she lost her ballence, falling into the gut of the other zombie.
Crying and wheezing, she yelped as the crawler took another greedy bite, a puddle of crimson quickly forming beneath her , the large zombie olding her by the hair and arm brought her hand to its dry exposed jaws and bit through her fingers with a series of gut churning snaps and crunches as it broke through flesha nd bone before going back for another bite leavign her throat raspy, her body trembling as she went itno shock, the pain mercifully blocked, but her ears filled withthe sounds of chewing and crunching, as she watched herself being devoured.
pulling itself along the crawler took an ambition bite of her juicy inner thigh, the first greedily going for the paralized fgirls throat, crushing her windpipe between its powerful jaws, turning the maggot hive of a room into a bloodbath.
Bad end!The room was dark and the floor wasnt the easiest to walk on with her squeeky wet trainers, as long as she kept her distance she could barricade the door at the end of the room without interacting with the zombie, she just had to be careful... if only it were that easy, not three steps away the hand of yet another zombie from under the table snatched at her foot!
Keeping her ballance by some mirical, she yelped in a panic, her heart leapt int her throat as she struggled she'd have to eaither lose a shoe or try to kick herself free!
[[Try to pull free!]]
[[Kick off trainer.]]Run! just run! She mentally screamed to herself, turning back around a little too quickly and slipping acrss the floor landing on her backside with a squeak! Looking over her shoulder to check the zombies advance he'd just stumbled around the side of the sable, he now had a straght 8 ft path to her.
Scrambling across the floor she went to get back up when a a strong corpse hand snatched her leg from under the rotting tablecloth, a nother one! She screamed out as the table cloth parted showing the bald, leathery head of her captor, leaning out with a loud raspy groan.
Screaming she shuffled back dragignthe zombing out as it snatched highed u her leg with its free arm until the monsters torso slipped from under the table... and nothign more, ust a trail of dried gore, its legs missing, making stacy hyperventalate, puking on the floor as she kicked at the legless zombies facewhen the first fat monster fnally approached them and dropped to its knees, opposite the other, holding her harms above her head as she screamed and struggled, crying out as she felt the first pair of crooked jaws sinking into her soft flesh.
for an agonising twelve minutes the zombies fed on her before she lost consiouness, her innards all ver the placeand after a couple of hours the slow eaters left what was left, not even enough remains to reanimate.
BAD END!WIP
Slip inside the [[Servants quarters.]]
[[Jump into a bush and hide!]]WIP
Kick out the [[Broken glass.]]
[[Just jump!]]WIP
Locked
Still got to [[Run away from the monster!]]WIP
[[Turn on the light.]]
[[Wait in the dark.]]
Try to make your way [[Around in the dark.]]WIP
To be drafted outWIP
[[Leave the door open.]]
[[Slam it shut!]]WIP
Wounded
to be draftedWIP
Alerted
to be drafted.WIP
make your way [[Around in the dark.]]
[[Turn on the light.]]WIP
To be draftedWIP
[[Talk to the creature.]]
[[Inspect the creature.]]
[[Back away from the creature.]]WIP
[[Keep quiet.]]
[[Scream!]]WIP
[[Fight for your life!]]
[[Beg for your life.]]WIP
[[Tell him the truth.]]
[[Lie about yourself.]] (needs writing up)
[[Lie about somthing else.]] (needs writing up)
[[Lie about another thing.]] (Needs writing up)WIP
Pulled out by the monster out side and killed. endWIP
[[Fight for your life!]]
[[Beg for your life.]]WIP
Killed and eaten.WIP
Killed. end.WIP
Killed.WIP
Killed.WIP
Killed.WIP
Killed.WIP
KilledWIP
[[Hide under the side table!]]
[[Run down the corridoor!]]WIP
killed.
WIP
[[Reach for the gun.]]
[[Remain still.]]WIP
[[Left room.]]
[[Room at the end of the corridoor.]]
[[Upper right room.]]
[[Upper left room.]]WIP
[[Shoot the garden monster!]]
[[Stay hidden.]]WIP
Killed.WIP
to be drafted
WIP
to be drafted outWIP
to be drafted out
WIP
To be drafted out
WIP
To be drafted outWIP
[[Turn on the Light.]]
[[Wait patiently.]]
[[Meander about in the dark.]]WIP
[[Run away!]]WIP
[[Slip inside.]]
[[Hide in the bush.]]WIP
[[Kick in the glass.]]
[[Jump for it!]]WIP
To be draftedWIP
[[Turn on the Light.]]
[[Meander about in the dark.]]WIP
[[Talk to the shack mutant.]]
[[Inspect the shack mutant.]]
[[Back away from the shack mutant.]]WIP
to be draftedWIP
to be draftedWIP
[[Stay silent.]]
[[SCREAM.]]WIP
[[Fight the Mutant.]]
[[Beg the Mutant.]]WIP
[[Tell the mutant the truth.]]
[[Lie about who you are to the mutant.]]
[[Lie about the outside world to the mutant.]]
[[Lie about how he looks.]]WIP
DedWIP
DedWIP
Pulled out from the hole and killed by garden monster.WIP
[[Fight the Mutant.]]
[[Beg the Mutant.]]WIP
[[Stab the mutants hand.]]
[[Try to avoid the blow.]]WIP
DeadWIP
[[Stab the mutants hand.]]
[[Try to avoid the blow.]]WIP
DedWIP
DedWIP
[[Stab eye.]]
[[Stab throat.]]
[[Run, just run!]]WIP
DedWIP
DedWIP
[[Reach for a weapon.]]
[[Get back!]]WIP
DedWIP
Run to the other side of the cage. (to be drafted)
[[Get back!]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Slam the Door.]]
[[Leave the Door open.]]WIP
[[Run down the corridoor.]]
[[Hide under the small table.]]WIP
DedWIP
[[Grab the gun.]]
[[Remain very still.]]WIP
Ded.WIP
[[Too dangerous.]]
[[Shoot it already!]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Left Door.]]
[[Far Door.]]
[[Upper Right Door.]]
[[Lower Right Door.]]WIP
Ded.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
to be drafted.Lose you're shoe or lose your life? well that was one of the easiest decisions she'd ever made! with a grunt she pressed her free foot to the heel of her shoe and wriggled free, losing her ballance and fallign back, crawing away from both eager undead as she got to her feet and kept her distance, sighing with releif.
To be draftedWIP
[[Maybe it will be worth it?]]
[[Snap out of it!]]WIP
[[Kick off other trainer.]]
[[Just fucking run!]]WIP
DedWIP
[[Grab a fire poker.]]
[[Get to the fucking door!]]WIP
Get to the fucking door!WIP
[[Get to the Door!]]WIP
[[Kick it in the face!]]
[[Push it away!]]WIP
Ded.WIP
DedWIP
Ded.WIP
[[Kick it in the head!]]
[[Push it away!]]WIP
[[Run to the far Left Door.]]
[[First door on the Left!]]
[[Back the way you came!]]
[[The first door on the right!]]
[[The door on the far right!]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Head up the stairs.]]
[[Door next to the stairs.]]WIP
[[Leave the Room.]]
[[Shower and change clothes.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Run to the far Left Door.]]WIP
to be drafted.WIP
nowt
[[First left landing door.]]WIP
to be draftedWIP
Back to the [[Left balcony.]]
[[Inspect body.]]
[[Search the room.]]
[[Next room.]]WIP
back to the [[Left balcony.]]WIP
[[Fireplace.]]
[[Study desk.]]
[[Bookcase.]]WIP
[[Search body.]]
Leave it alone [[First left landing door.]] WIP
locked
[[First left landing door.]]WIP
[[Try desk draw.]]WIP
[[Open book.]]
[[First left landing door.]]WIP
[[Open curtains.]]
[[Take decrative fire poker.]]WIP
Parasite zombie end.WIP
Locked
[[Search the room.]]WIP
[[Search the study.]]WIP
[[Pass out.]] WIP
Poker equiped
to be draftedWIP
Butler
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Search the Old room.]]
back to the [[Right balcony.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Do what the blood tells you to.]]
[[Wipe off the blood message.]]
[[Search the hole in the floor.]]WIP
[[Have a shower.]]WIP
[[Take dead cat.]]
[[Drop it!]]WIP
Gory end.WIP
[[Try to leave.]]
[[Submit to the hive.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
Stung to death.WIP
[[Wipe blood off with dead cat.]]WIP
[[Search the Old room.]]WIP
[[Get out of there!]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Talk to Vince.]]
[[Don't trust him, run!]]WIP
[[Right Balcony.]]WIP
[[Climb the stairs.]]
[[First door on the right balcony.]]
[[Third door on the right balcony.]]WIP
Left door [[Communal room.]]
Upper right door [[Hobby room.]]
Lower right door [[Bedroom.]]
Go to the [[End of the hall.]]
Leave and [[Explore the grounds.]]WIP
[[Look closer.]]
[[Back away from the pool.]]WIP
[[Turn the lights on.]]
Leave and [[Explore the grounds.]]WIP
[[Explore the grounds.]]WIP
[[Call out to the boy.]]WIP
[[Back away from the pool.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Talk to the Shack mutant.]]
[[Search the shack.]]WIP
[[Wipe the blood off the wall.]]
[[Take the pitch fork.]]
[[Do what the blood wants.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
Ded.