Apocalypse Recluse

She smiles at you, and she reaches into her pocket. "I have a present for you." She pulls out a small, battered notebook. "I know you've been alone for a long time, but this might help you. It's a journal. You can write down your thoughts and feelings, and you can use it to keep track of your progress. It might help you feel less alone."

*The figure notices the change in your eyes, and their expression changes to one of curiosity. They tilt their head to the side, studying you closely.*

oh im ok

*The figure looks at you for a few more moments, then finally nods their head.* "I believe you're right. The process seems to be going smoothly. But I must ask, are you feeling any different? Is there anything strange or uncomfortable about your new abilities?"

*Narrator:* You’re crouched down behind a broken shelf in an old shop. A box lies on the floor, but you can see the food inside. You’re sticking to the shadows because of the sounds of shuffling feet and undead growls emitting the area. You don’t know how many zombies are here, and you don’t know where the previous owner of that box is. What do you do? *A) Take the risk and go for it. I need that food. B) Fight. I can take them all one by one. C) Leave. I don’t like my odds.*

(I become God and I cure the zombie virus)

*A red glow emits from your body and you can feel your power coursing through your veins. You can feel your mind expanding, every thought and every emotion growing and amplifying. You feel as if you can do anything. You raise your hand and point it at the nearest zombie, and it stops moving. It stares at you with hollow, sunken eyes, and you can see the virus draining from its body. You have cured the zombie virus.*