The Last of Us. 1 (Choose Your Own Adventure)

Survival is the real plague.

BUZZZZZ.

BUZZZZZ.

BUZZZZZ.

The alarm sounded maliciously while an arm appeared from underneath the covers, attempting to find the location of the snooze button.

Smack!

“Owe! Dammit!” The man cried as the first attempt clearly missed.

BUZZZZZ.

BUZZZZZ.

Smack!

“Jesus Atari! Bloody Sega!” The man cried again as the second attempt also missed.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

BUZZZZZ.

BUZZZZZ.

BUZZZZZ.

Soon enough, the covers flew upwards and the man opened his left eye ever so slightly so he could see where the alarm was actually sitting. Then he made sure his hand crashed down on the snooze button at least three times harder than before.

Whack, is the sound of successfully hitting it and the man went back to closing his eyes… until he was interrupted again.

“BROTHER! BROTHER WAKE UP!” The voice bellowed as fast-paced feet could be heard rushing up the stairs. “Brother, it’s time!”

The bedroom door swung open and the other man stood, his dirty blonde hair covering the majority of his face, his toothbrush stuck in the middle of his mouth and subsequently the toothpaste he was using dripping down his chin and onto the floor as he shook with excitement.

“Dearest brother, I’m aware that you’re aware that I’m aware that today is the day!” The young man spoke so quickly it was hard to keep up. Then he sped back out the bedroom door like a kid on Christmas morning and down the stairs, leaving the original man still lying in his bed, under the covers. Did he dare open both eyes now?

IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR EYES CLOSED… GO TO #20.

IF YOU WANT TO OPEN YOUR EYES… GO TO #3.

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