IC- Zombie Apocalypse Chapter 2- The Quick and the Undead
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Look, Ma! Two Heads!
Southwest corner of motel, ground level:
McCain nooded at Cole and said, "I am here to help you buddy!". He then began grabbing furniture from nearby rooms and stacking it near the stairs. Getting on his radio he said, "Lt. Malone, this is Srgt McCain. Where are you in getting the gear upstairs? We are just about finished with the barricade and do not want to block your access."
In the motel hallway:
Lewis heard McCain on the radio and continued to push the dolly toward the stairs leaving it to Lt. Malone to answer.
Inside the garage:
Alice continued to fix her gun. At one point she looked up at David and said, "I can't wait to fix your engine!" She grinned and then went back to work.
In the office:
Jim petted Max and said, "Okay boy go around the room and smell anything that seems out of place let us know. Good boy now go!"
Looking at Randell he said, "Look around for a loose brick or loose board in the floor. Around the desk or within sight line of the desk is most likly your best bet. Maybe even under the bed." He then went over to the ventilation grill and began to search around it even to the point of taking it off the wall. However he did not find anything out of the ordinary. Sighing he sat down in the desk chair and looked around the room for clues.
McCain nooded at Cole and said, "I am here to help you buddy!". He then began grabbing furniture from nearby rooms and stacking it near the stairs. Getting on his radio he said, "Lt. Malone, this is Srgt McCain. Where are you in getting the gear upstairs? We are just about finished with the barricade and do not want to block your access."
In the motel hallway:
Lewis heard McCain on the radio and continued to push the dolly toward the stairs leaving it to Lt. Malone to answer.
Inside the garage:
Alice continued to fix her gun. At one point she looked up at David and said, "I can't wait to fix your engine!" She grinned and then went back to work.
In the office:
Jim petted Max and said, "Okay boy go around the room and smell anything that seems out of place let us know. Good boy now go!"
Looking at Randell he said, "Look around for a loose brick or loose board in the floor. Around the desk or within sight line of the desk is most likly your best bet. Maybe even under the bed." He then went over to the ventilation grill and began to search around it even to the point of taking it off the wall. However he did not find anything out of the ordinary. Sighing he sat down in the desk chair and looked around the room for clues.
On the roof of the motel-
"Yeah, they're real tough to see, Sarge," said Sheen as he tracked the approaching figures. "They're about fourteen hundred yards off now. See the moving grass? That's them pushing through it." Again he pointed out their location.
Thayer followed his gaze. "Dammit, why can't I see them?" he muttered. "I really want to kill me some more of those assholes."
(Sam Black, roll Spot Hidden, this time with the full +25% bonus because the helmet is no longer obstructing your view. If you succeed, you may fire up to four times and use the fifth action to reload.)
On the motel balcony-
"Chopper's coming in!" called Duran.
Captain Lereux got on the radio: "Sergeant McCain, I want two of your men to secure the helicopter when it lands. You can be one if you like. If you can only spare one, let me know and I'll go with him. Not Hockey, though. With Alanen gone, he's our only SAW gunner and we need him here."
In the medic's room-
Steve Phillips sat down on the bed, opened up the nightstand drawer, and took out the Gideon Bible. He turned to Psalm 91 and began to read.
On the west side of the motel-
McCain and Cole continued collecting furniture from the downstairs rooms, placing it out of the way so that the comm equipment could reach the stairway without anything getting in its way.
(It will take both of them one more round to gather the rest of the furniture, or one of them two rounds.)
In the motel-
"Sergeant McCain, we should have everything upstairs in less than fifteen minutes," Lt. Malone answered over the airwaves as she helped the others carefully wheel the dolly down the hallway. They emerged into the motel lobby and turned towards the rear door. "We're coming outside with the first load now."
On the east side of the motel-
Ortega watched as Thayer clambered onto the roof.
(Ortega may climb up to the roof this round.)
On the north road-
Baldwin shifted his rig into gear and drove north the short distance to Route 30. He turned right, then shifted into reverse and backed down the road until he was past the intersection. Then he made another right and headed south back down the dirt road.
Between the motel and the T-Bone-
Zorie hurried towards the motel, crossing the dirt road as she went.
Outside the garage-
Erica Spears flew over an open area of the parking lot a little to the west of the garage and closed the throttle, hovering in place. Then she began her descent. The landing was a little bumpy, but fortunately the ground was perfectly flat and there was nothing in her way. She shut down the engine, unbuckled herself, and climbed out. "I'm going to need a couple of people to help with that fuel!" she called over the fading whine of the rotors. She inspected her craft, relieved that there was no damage. "Let's hurry, we're on a tight schedule!"
"I'll go help her move it," said Willie to Samantha. "You can go up on the roof first." Samantha nodded and scaled the ladder while he held it still for her.
In the garage-
David grinned back at Alice. "And I can't wait to let you," he said.
"I wonder who that Blazer belongs to," said Mitchell. "We didn't do any work on it lately, or I'd have remembered. Hey, I know! I bet someone could find out by checking the registration. It's probably kept in the glove compartment. You wouldn't even need the keys, since the explosion blew the windows out."
On the roof of the diner-
Beth took advantage of the lull in the fighting to replace her partial magazine for her last full one. Then she started to pull bullets from one of her partial magazines in order to fill up the others.
In the diner-
Bob finally emerged from the stairway into the wrecked liquor closet. The garage was just a short walk away.
In the warehouse-
"I'll go," said Rosie. She headed past Robert, down the stairs, and through the gate.
"Please continue, Kerry," said Mr. Foo. "Describe the hatch and what you found below it."
"The hatch is locked," said Kerry, "but it's locked from above and we don't need a key to open it. It can't be unlocked from below, though. There's a ladder leading down, so we climb down there.
"We're in some kind of old laboratory which hasn't been used in a very long time. We don't waste time looking around, we just want to find a way out of here. Debbie and I follow the short hall leading away from the ladder and pass through some kind of big meeting room and a door on the other end. This leads to another hall, which goes past eight large cubicles. Past them we find a flight of stairs leading down. There's also a door on one side, but we ignore it.
"When we get downstairs, we pass two labs, one on either side. We can see into them through large glass windows, but everything looks normal. Then we pass another door and come to the end of the hall. There's a large door that says "Decontamination Chamber." We open it and go inside.
"There are a bunch of outfits that look like space suits in here, and another door at the back. We open it and enter a small room with a very deep elevator shaft. The elevator's there, so we get in and pull the switch. It starts going down, and it takes a long time. This shaft goes really deep.
"We finally reach the bottom. We're in some kind of dark, round tunnel, but we can't see much from the light coming down the shaft. Debbie finds a flashlight inside the elevator and shines it around. Oh, God! I'm going to be sick...there's a big pile of dead bodies here, mangled and broken. The PMS must have just dropped them down the shaft. Some of them are the girls who were killed in the snuff movies that we saw taken away. That could have been us..." She awoke with a gasp.
As disturbing as Robert found this, he was made of strong stuff and didn't even flinch.
In the reception area-
Rosie came into the room.
"Hey, what's up?" asked Stephanie as she typed.
"Mr. Foo hypnotized that poor girl to help her remember how she got here," Rosie said. "There's a generator all the way in the back, and I'm on my way to tell Gary."
"If there's nothing else," said Michael, "I should go see that doctor. Cheerio!" He walked down the hall and entered the kitchen.
In the kitchen-
"Hello," said Michael as he entered. "I'm Michael Walters. You wanted to see me?"
"I'll be with you in just a minute," said Dr. Blanco. "I'm Lieutenant Angela Blanco. Walters, you say? And you're British?"
"Guilty as charged, Leftenant," he answered.
"Do you know a Captain Miranda Reynolds?"
"Do I? Haven't seen Randy in yonks. How is the old girl, and how do you know her?"
In the office-
"Under the bed, huh?" said Randall. "I think you're onto something! Isn't that where you found that crumpled memo?" He got down on his hands and knees and peered under the bed. "Well, what do you know! I see a knife back there, but I can't reach it. He got up and pushed the bed out of the way. A small knife lay on the floor in front of a slightly loose ventilation grate that had been concealed by the bed, its blade coated with a dried, ruddy substance. Randall picked it up. "This couldn't be rust, it's not covering the entire blade. It must be-" he gulped, "blood."
In the cell block-
Lynne cautiously entered the hallway. "Cover me, boys," she whispered, her .45 in her hand and her ear cocked. "Sounds totally quiet to me."
"Yeah, I don't hear anything either," said Gary.
The hall stretched out into the distance. Six doors were on either side, all solid steel. Each door had a little sliding panel at eye level, probably for the guards to look in on the prisoners and to check to make sure it was safe to open the door. Buddy's corpse lay near the only open cell door.
(Duke, roll Listen.)
"Yeah, they're real tough to see, Sarge," said Sheen as he tracked the approaching figures. "They're about fourteen hundred yards off now. See the moving grass? That's them pushing through it." Again he pointed out their location.
Thayer followed his gaze. "Dammit, why can't I see them?" he muttered. "I really want to kill me some more of those assholes."
(Sam Black, roll Spot Hidden, this time with the full +25% bonus because the helmet is no longer obstructing your view. If you succeed, you may fire up to four times and use the fifth action to reload.)
On the motel balcony-
"Chopper's coming in!" called Duran.
Captain Lereux got on the radio: "Sergeant McCain, I want two of your men to secure the helicopter when it lands. You can be one if you like. If you can only spare one, let me know and I'll go with him. Not Hockey, though. With Alanen gone, he's our only SAW gunner and we need him here."
In the medic's room-
Steve Phillips sat down on the bed, opened up the nightstand drawer, and took out the Gideon Bible. He turned to Psalm 91 and began to read.
On the west side of the motel-
McCain and Cole continued collecting furniture from the downstairs rooms, placing it out of the way so that the comm equipment could reach the stairway without anything getting in its way.
(It will take both of them one more round to gather the rest of the furniture, or one of them two rounds.)
In the motel-
"Sergeant McCain, we should have everything upstairs in less than fifteen minutes," Lt. Malone answered over the airwaves as she helped the others carefully wheel the dolly down the hallway. They emerged into the motel lobby and turned towards the rear door. "We're coming outside with the first load now."
On the east side of the motel-
Ortega watched as Thayer clambered onto the roof.
(Ortega may climb up to the roof this round.)
On the north road-
Baldwin shifted his rig into gear and drove north the short distance to Route 30. He turned right, then shifted into reverse and backed down the road until he was past the intersection. Then he made another right and headed south back down the dirt road.
Between the motel and the T-Bone-
Zorie hurried towards the motel, crossing the dirt road as she went.
Outside the garage-
Erica Spears flew over an open area of the parking lot a little to the west of the garage and closed the throttle, hovering in place. Then she began her descent. The landing was a little bumpy, but fortunately the ground was perfectly flat and there was nothing in her way. She shut down the engine, unbuckled herself, and climbed out. "I'm going to need a couple of people to help with that fuel!" she called over the fading whine of the rotors. She inspected her craft, relieved that there was no damage. "Let's hurry, we're on a tight schedule!"
"I'll go help her move it," said Willie to Samantha. "You can go up on the roof first." Samantha nodded and scaled the ladder while he held it still for her.
In the garage-
David grinned back at Alice. "And I can't wait to let you," he said.
"I wonder who that Blazer belongs to," said Mitchell. "We didn't do any work on it lately, or I'd have remembered. Hey, I know! I bet someone could find out by checking the registration. It's probably kept in the glove compartment. You wouldn't even need the keys, since the explosion blew the windows out."
On the roof of the diner-
Beth took advantage of the lull in the fighting to replace her partial magazine for her last full one. Then she started to pull bullets from one of her partial magazines in order to fill up the others.
In the diner-
Bob finally emerged from the stairway into the wrecked liquor closet. The garage was just a short walk away.
In the warehouse-
"I'll go," said Rosie. She headed past Robert, down the stairs, and through the gate.
"Please continue, Kerry," said Mr. Foo. "Describe the hatch and what you found below it."
"The hatch is locked," said Kerry, "but it's locked from above and we don't need a key to open it. It can't be unlocked from below, though. There's a ladder leading down, so we climb down there.
"We're in some kind of old laboratory which hasn't been used in a very long time. We don't waste time looking around, we just want to find a way out of here. Debbie and I follow the short hall leading away from the ladder and pass through some kind of big meeting room and a door on the other end. This leads to another hall, which goes past eight large cubicles. Past them we find a flight of stairs leading down. There's also a door on one side, but we ignore it.
"When we get downstairs, we pass two labs, one on either side. We can see into them through large glass windows, but everything looks normal. Then we pass another door and come to the end of the hall. There's a large door that says "Decontamination Chamber." We open it and go inside.
"There are a bunch of outfits that look like space suits in here, and another door at the back. We open it and enter a small room with a very deep elevator shaft. The elevator's there, so we get in and pull the switch. It starts going down, and it takes a long time. This shaft goes really deep.
"We finally reach the bottom. We're in some kind of dark, round tunnel, but we can't see much from the light coming down the shaft. Debbie finds a flashlight inside the elevator and shines it around. Oh, God! I'm going to be sick...there's a big pile of dead bodies here, mangled and broken. The PMS must have just dropped them down the shaft. Some of them are the girls who were killed in the snuff movies that we saw taken away. That could have been us..." She awoke with a gasp.
As disturbing as Robert found this, he was made of strong stuff and didn't even flinch.
In the reception area-
Rosie came into the room.
"Hey, what's up?" asked Stephanie as she typed.
"Mr. Foo hypnotized that poor girl to help her remember how she got here," Rosie said. "There's a generator all the way in the back, and I'm on my way to tell Gary."
"If there's nothing else," said Michael, "I should go see that doctor. Cheerio!" He walked down the hall and entered the kitchen.
In the kitchen-
"Hello," said Michael as he entered. "I'm Michael Walters. You wanted to see me?"
"I'll be with you in just a minute," said Dr. Blanco. "I'm Lieutenant Angela Blanco. Walters, you say? And you're British?"
"Guilty as charged, Leftenant," he answered.
"Do you know a Captain Miranda Reynolds?"
"Do I? Haven't seen Randy in yonks. How is the old girl, and how do you know her?"
In the office-
"Under the bed, huh?" said Randall. "I think you're onto something! Isn't that where you found that crumpled memo?" He got down on his hands and knees and peered under the bed. "Well, what do you know! I see a knife back there, but I can't reach it. He got up and pushed the bed out of the way. A small knife lay on the floor in front of a slightly loose ventilation grate that had been concealed by the bed, its blade coated with a dried, ruddy substance. Randall picked it up. "This couldn't be rust, it's not covering the entire blade. It must be-" he gulped, "blood."
In the cell block-
Lynne cautiously entered the hallway. "Cover me, boys," she whispered, her .45 in her hand and her ear cocked. "Sounds totally quiet to me."
"Yeah, I don't hear anything either," said Gary.
The hall stretched out into the distance. Six doors were on either side, all solid steel. Each door had a little sliding panel at eye level, probably for the guards to look in on the prisoners and to check to make sure it was safe to open the door. Buddy's corpse lay near the only open cell door.
(Duke, roll Listen.)
Nerves jangling from stress, fatigue and hunger, Erica continued inspecting her craft. She walked back along the right side of the fuselage (closest to the T-Bone) to the side engine maintenance hatch behind the passenger compartment. Popping it open, she stuck her head inside to look at the engine.
The smell of hot oil, grease and JP-8 assaulted her nose. "Not bad," she thought. "Considering how many hours this girl's put in today, plus the "field" refueling they'd pulled off under fire, she was holding up well. Well old girl, we still got miles to go before we sleep. God I need some sleep! Hold in there a little longer. She didn't know if she was thinking of the chopper or herself.
Fuck it, she thought. "A girl can't be too careful! That's all I need is to be attacked by one of those freaks with my ass hanging out in the breeze. But I still got a hinky feeling." Leaning her whole upper body into the compartment, she drew her Beretta from the underarm rig and placed the muzzle up against the main fuel line. "Now we're set. No one can see this unless they have X-Ray vision, especially from above."
Leaning back out a bit but keeping her hand hidden up in the engine compartment, Erica called over her shoulder. "Hey, Luke, Buddy, you got a moment? Luke? LUUUUUUKE!" As he was on the roof of the diner closest to the helo, and she was on his side of the helo, she thought he'd be able to hear her.
[OOC: will post for LT Blanco when some questions are resolved!]
The smell of hot oil, grease and JP-8 assaulted her nose. "Not bad," she thought. "Considering how many hours this girl's put in today, plus the "field" refueling they'd pulled off under fire, she was holding up well. Well old girl, we still got miles to go before we sleep. God I need some sleep! Hold in there a little longer. She didn't know if she was thinking of the chopper or herself.
Fuck it, she thought. "A girl can't be too careful! That's all I need is to be attacked by one of those freaks with my ass hanging out in the breeze. But I still got a hinky feeling." Leaning her whole upper body into the compartment, she drew her Beretta from the underarm rig and placed the muzzle up against the main fuel line. "Now we're set. No one can see this unless they have X-Ray vision, especially from above."
Leaning back out a bit but keeping her hand hidden up in the engine compartment, Erica called over her shoulder. "Hey, Luke, Buddy, you got a moment? Luke? LUUUUUUKE!" As he was on the roof of the diner closest to the helo, and she was on his side of the helo, she thought he'd be able to hear her.
[OOC: will post for LT Blanco when some questions are resolved!]
Deep Mole Bunker Office
In the cold concrete-walled office deep beneath the Earth, Max whined. It was creepy and moldy and icky down here. So many smells: metal, dust, old blood, sweat, pain, despair. Madness. Bad smells that hurt his nose.
He looked up at Jim. Obviously he twanted him to do something, but what?
Ok! Got it, boss! Comin' right up! Check this out, baby!
Max lay down and rolled over, then played dead.
"Oh yeah!" he thought. "Who's a good dog? Max! Damn straight! I am the fuckin' bomb! That other asshole never wanted to see what I could do. This guy's gonna be different, I can feel it!"
Kitchen
"Michael... can I call you Michael?"
"Only if I can call you Angie!"
Suppressing an instinctive cringe at the hated nickname, she replied, "hell, it's a deal. I just talked to her on the radio. My problem is that I have no one that can vouch for me. I need important people to hear the information we have. Otherwise, well, I don't want to think about it. Nuclear war, maybe, or at least things getting a lot worse."
"At any rate, I need you to talk to your friend Captain Reyonlds, Randy, and convince her I'm the real deal. Can you do this? Will you? It's very important."
Meanwhile she continued setting Dr. Hausmann's injured arm. It seemed to be going very smoothly, although she would have appreciated a real operating theatre and proper instruments. Still, it should heal well enough, although it may need to be re-broken in the future.
[OOC: this is technically a Persuade check, but she doesn't have the time. She doesn't want to Fast Talk him. Either he believes her, or he doesn't!]
In the cold concrete-walled office deep beneath the Earth, Max whined. It was creepy and moldy and icky down here. So many smells: metal, dust, old blood, sweat, pain, despair. Madness. Bad smells that hurt his nose.
He looked up at Jim. Obviously he twanted him to do something, but what?
Ok! Got it, boss! Comin' right up! Check this out, baby!
Max lay down and rolled over, then played dead.
"Oh yeah!" he thought. "Who's a good dog? Max! Damn straight! I am the fuckin' bomb! That other asshole never wanted to see what I could do. This guy's gonna be different, I can feel it!"
Kitchen
"Michael... can I call you Michael?"
"Only if I can call you Angie!"
Suppressing an instinctive cringe at the hated nickname, she replied, "hell, it's a deal. I just talked to her on the radio. My problem is that I have no one that can vouch for me. I need important people to hear the information we have. Otherwise, well, I don't want to think about it. Nuclear war, maybe, or at least things getting a lot worse."
"At any rate, I need you to talk to your friend Captain Reyonlds, Randy, and convince her I'm the real deal. Can you do this? Will you? It's very important."
Meanwhile she continued setting Dr. Hausmann's injured arm. It seemed to be going very smoothly, although she would have appreciated a real operating theatre and proper instruments. Still, it should heal well enough, although it may need to be re-broken in the future.
[OOC: this is technically a Persuade check, but she doesn't have the time. She doesn't want to Fast Talk him. Either he believes her, or he doesn't!]
Southwest corner of motel -
"Help? Buddy? Jezus, McCain is loosing it again..." Cole thinks as he continues to haul stuff.
Near the garage -
Bob hurries to help with the fuel barrels.
On the roof of the diner -
Luke doesn't hear Erica calling because he is distracted by some sand that flew into his eye as he was scanning the perimeter. He does his best to suppress the urge to wipe his eye, closes his eye and lets it simply tear out.
"Help? Buddy? Jezus, McCain is loosing it again..." Cole thinks as he continues to haul stuff.
Near the garage -
Bob hurries to help with the fuel barrels.
On the roof of the diner -
Luke doesn't hear Erica calling because he is distracted by some sand that flew into his eye as he was scanning the perimeter. He does his best to suppress the urge to wipe his eye, closes his eye and lets it simply tear out.
Fearlessfred
First time out of the vault
On the Roof-
"I see you"
Black shows a small smile as he takes aim all of them are hit,
all of them fall. He quickly reloads.
In the reception area-
Ramirez heads back down.
"I see you"
Black shows a small smile as he takes aim all of them are hit,
all of them fall. He quickly reloads.
In the reception area-
Ramirez heads back down.
OOC- Walkers from the west killed so far: 4/36
Don't forget to apply the -5% penalty when going for a headshot. In this case it didn't matter, since all of the rolls were hits either way.
IC-
On the roof of the motel-
"Excellent shooting, Sarge," said Bobby Sheen. "I'd be hard pressed to even hit half the time at this range."
"I still can't see a damn thing," grumbled Thayer. "Someone ought to take a flamethrower to that grass."
(Sam Black may fire five shots this time.)
On the motel balcony-
"There's something out there," said Captain Lereux as he peered into the field, "but I can't quite make it out."
Hockey continued to track the mob as it gradually came closer, while Duran remained at his post on the northeast corner of the balcony.
In the medic's room-
"Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night;" Phillips read aloud, "nor for the arrow that flieth by day; nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee."
On the west side of the motel-
"Ortega," said McCain over the radio as he jogged around the south side of the motel, "we're going to secure the helicopter. Head over there; I'll be right behind you."
Lt. Malone and the others emerged from the back door of the motel, wheeling the dolly. They brought it to the bottom of the southwest stairway. "Okay," she said, "let's start carrying this stuff upstairs."
Cole continued bringing furniture outside for the barricade.
(It will take Cole one more turn to finish gathering the furniture.)
On the east side of the motel-
Ortega ran towards the helicopter, passing Zorie Spooner on the way. McCain followed a short distance behind him. Zorie reached the motel parking lot.
On the north road-
Baldwin returned from the north, and this time had no problem steering around the Claymore. He was unaware that the mine would not have detonated unless the troopers set it off, but he still would have felt uncomfortable driving over it.
Outside the garage-
"I can help with that barrel too," said Wallace. He helped Willie and Erica bring the barrel just inside the garage over to the helicopter. Judging by the amount of fuel in the barrel, it would take about ten minutes to pump it all into the chopper's tank, at which time the second barrel could be swapped in.
Baldwin drove his truck into the parking lot and turned around, then parked outside the garage, facing north once more.
In the garage-
Bob walked into the garage from inside the diner in time to see the first barrel being moved out. The second one was very close to him, in the rear of the garage. There was a dolly that could be used to move the barrel outside. As strong as he was, though, he wouldn't be able to lift it onto the dolly by himself.
"I think we can fit more people in the trucks," said David. "While my load is a local one and I don't have a sleeper cab, this here tanker and Baldwin's truck outside do. We could cram another three people into each of those." He kept working on the truck with the other mechanics while Alice was busy with her rifle.
On the roof of the diner-
Beth finished refilling her magazines.
In the warehouse-
"I remember most of it now," said Kerry, "but I still don't know what happened after we got into the tunnels."
"We're almost through this," said Mr. Foo. "One more time should do it." He easily returned her to a state of trance. "Okay, you're in the tunnels. What happens next?"
"Debbie's not doing so well, but she can walk with my help. We wander through the tunnels, but I don't know for how long. Then we come to another elevator shaft. At first I think it's the same one, but then I realize that the elevator's at the top of the shaft. We use the switch box at the bottom to summon it and ride it all the way to the top of the shaft.
"We're in another underground lab. It's laid out just like the one we passed through before, but things are better preserved here."
"What do you see as you walk through the lab, Kerry?"
"In the decontamination room we see more of those space suit things. We open the door and head up the hallway, looking for a way out. We pass two labs with huge glass windows. In one of them, we see two glass containers."
"What's inside them?"
"Ugh, they're horrible! So black and icky. Just looking at them makes me feel cold. Whatever they are, they're sealed up. We just keep going. It's easy to find the ladder leading up to the hatch, but this time the hatch is closed and locked. We start banging on it and screaming for help.
"After a long time, two middle-aged men open the hatch from above and pull us out of there. They won't let us leave and they don't seem sure what to do with us. We tell them to call the police, but instead they take us to the cell block and chain us up in one of the cells. Then they rape us. When they're done, they lock us in. They hurt Debbie even worse and don't treat her injuries or feed either of us."
Mr. Foo described Hammond and Earl. "Are those the two men?"
"Yes! They come back every so often to attack us, but they still never feed us. Debbie passes out and eventually dies. I fall asleep, but when I wake up she's moving again! She's trying to reach out to me, but there's something wrong with her. Her skin is so pallid, and her eyes are red and full of hate! No, Debbie! For God's sake, what's happening?! Don't...please, stay away! Debbie, what's happened to you? It's me, Kerry!" She shuddered. "Whatever that is, it's not Debbie any more. It's trying to kill me!" Kerry awoke, screaming.
"It's okay now," said Mr. Foo. "Hammond and Earl are both dead, and we got you out of that awful cell."
"I...I remember now. I remember all of it. I feel a little better. Thank you." Kerry stood up.
Azadeh shivered some more after hearing the rest of Kerry's tale.
In the reception area-
Stephanie looked up from the computer again when Ramirez came back from upstairs. "Hey, welcome back," she said.
Rosie slid past Bo, smiling at him, and walked down the hallway. "Do you know where Gary went?" she asked.
"He went through that room at the end of the hall," said Bo.
"Thanks!"
In the kitchen-
"Sure thing," said Michael. "But how were you able to get through to Captain Reynolds in the first place?"
Lt. Blanco finished setting Dr. Hausmann's broken arm, and she had done an excellent job. The syringe was prepared in case she needed to be awakened, but it was probably best to let her rest unless there was a reason she needed to be conscious.
In the office-
Jim Kerr patted Max on the belly, and then inspected the knife that Randall had found. The reddish discoloration definitely looked like blood, though it was very old and thoroughly dried.
"There is this other ventilation grill that was back here," said Randall. "Maybe there's something else behind it. It's already a bit loose, so let me see if I can get it off." He wedged the blade in the narrow gap between the grating and the wall and grunted, trying to pry it open, but it was firmly held in place from decades of rust and neglect. "You've got a crowbar. Why don't you give it a try?"
(Jim Kerr, roll against STR x 5 if you want to try to force open the grating - 65% in your case.)
In the cell block-
"Wait!" hissed Duke. "I hear something. It sounds like...chewing. It's coming from that open cell."
"I'm going in for a closer look," whispered Lynne. "Cover me." She tiptoed up to the cell door while the men held their rifles ready, but her heels clacked too loudly on the floor. She could see that something had been chewing on Buddy earlier, but the sight that awaited her in the cell itself was far worse.
Debbie's body lay where they had left it earlier, a bullet hole in its head. However, in the time since then some large rats had begun to feast on it - four to be exact. They heard her approach and stopped their meal, their eyes angry and red. Then they streamed from the cell right towards her.
Lynne almost held on to her courage, but she screamed in terror and fled back the way she came, shaken by the horrific sight. Gary held his ground and raised his rifle to fire.
(Duke, roll Sanity. Failure costs 1d6 Sanity points. If you stay sane, you may take one action, but if you fire your rifle you will not have time to use precise aim before the rats get to attack. If you fire a regular shot, it will be at point blank range, but you will need to roll a random hit location and there is a -20% penalty after you double your skill due to the rats' size and speed. Use the new 1d20 chart I'm posting on the rules thread in that case. A roll of 19 or 20 hits the head. Hand-to-hand attacks have no penalty to hit, but the rats may go first. Keep in mind that you cannot Dodge if you also attack.
Lynne's scream can be heard by anyone in the reception area, the hallway, the kitchen, and the office. If a gun is fired, the shot will be heard by all of those people as well as those in the warehouse. Those on the surface will not hear it.)
Don't forget to apply the -5% penalty when going for a headshot. In this case it didn't matter, since all of the rolls were hits either way.
IC-
On the roof of the motel-
"Excellent shooting, Sarge," said Bobby Sheen. "I'd be hard pressed to even hit half the time at this range."
"I still can't see a damn thing," grumbled Thayer. "Someone ought to take a flamethrower to that grass."
(Sam Black may fire five shots this time.)
On the motel balcony-
"There's something out there," said Captain Lereux as he peered into the field, "but I can't quite make it out."
Hockey continued to track the mob as it gradually came closer, while Duran remained at his post on the northeast corner of the balcony.
In the medic's room-
"Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night;" Phillips read aloud, "nor for the arrow that flieth by day; nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee."
On the west side of the motel-
"Ortega," said McCain over the radio as he jogged around the south side of the motel, "we're going to secure the helicopter. Head over there; I'll be right behind you."
Lt. Malone and the others emerged from the back door of the motel, wheeling the dolly. They brought it to the bottom of the southwest stairway. "Okay," she said, "let's start carrying this stuff upstairs."
Cole continued bringing furniture outside for the barricade.
(It will take Cole one more turn to finish gathering the furniture.)
On the east side of the motel-
Ortega ran towards the helicopter, passing Zorie Spooner on the way. McCain followed a short distance behind him. Zorie reached the motel parking lot.
On the north road-
Baldwin returned from the north, and this time had no problem steering around the Claymore. He was unaware that the mine would not have detonated unless the troopers set it off, but he still would have felt uncomfortable driving over it.
Outside the garage-
"I can help with that barrel too," said Wallace. He helped Willie and Erica bring the barrel just inside the garage over to the helicopter. Judging by the amount of fuel in the barrel, it would take about ten minutes to pump it all into the chopper's tank, at which time the second barrel could be swapped in.
Baldwin drove his truck into the parking lot and turned around, then parked outside the garage, facing north once more.
In the garage-
Bob walked into the garage from inside the diner in time to see the first barrel being moved out. The second one was very close to him, in the rear of the garage. There was a dolly that could be used to move the barrel outside. As strong as he was, though, he wouldn't be able to lift it onto the dolly by himself.
"I think we can fit more people in the trucks," said David. "While my load is a local one and I don't have a sleeper cab, this here tanker and Baldwin's truck outside do. We could cram another three people into each of those." He kept working on the truck with the other mechanics while Alice was busy with her rifle.
On the roof of the diner-
Beth finished refilling her magazines.
In the warehouse-
"I remember most of it now," said Kerry, "but I still don't know what happened after we got into the tunnels."
"We're almost through this," said Mr. Foo. "One more time should do it." He easily returned her to a state of trance. "Okay, you're in the tunnels. What happens next?"
"Debbie's not doing so well, but she can walk with my help. We wander through the tunnels, but I don't know for how long. Then we come to another elevator shaft. At first I think it's the same one, but then I realize that the elevator's at the top of the shaft. We use the switch box at the bottom to summon it and ride it all the way to the top of the shaft.
"We're in another underground lab. It's laid out just like the one we passed through before, but things are better preserved here."
"What do you see as you walk through the lab, Kerry?"
"In the decontamination room we see more of those space suit things. We open the door and head up the hallway, looking for a way out. We pass two labs with huge glass windows. In one of them, we see two glass containers."
"What's inside them?"
"Ugh, they're horrible! So black and icky. Just looking at them makes me feel cold. Whatever they are, they're sealed up. We just keep going. It's easy to find the ladder leading up to the hatch, but this time the hatch is closed and locked. We start banging on it and screaming for help.
"After a long time, two middle-aged men open the hatch from above and pull us out of there. They won't let us leave and they don't seem sure what to do with us. We tell them to call the police, but instead they take us to the cell block and chain us up in one of the cells. Then they rape us. When they're done, they lock us in. They hurt Debbie even worse and don't treat her injuries or feed either of us."
Mr. Foo described Hammond and Earl. "Are those the two men?"
"Yes! They come back every so often to attack us, but they still never feed us. Debbie passes out and eventually dies. I fall asleep, but when I wake up she's moving again! She's trying to reach out to me, but there's something wrong with her. Her skin is so pallid, and her eyes are red and full of hate! No, Debbie! For God's sake, what's happening?! Don't...please, stay away! Debbie, what's happened to you? It's me, Kerry!" She shuddered. "Whatever that is, it's not Debbie any more. It's trying to kill me!" Kerry awoke, screaming.
"It's okay now," said Mr. Foo. "Hammond and Earl are both dead, and we got you out of that awful cell."
"I...I remember now. I remember all of it. I feel a little better. Thank you." Kerry stood up.
Azadeh shivered some more after hearing the rest of Kerry's tale.
In the reception area-
Stephanie looked up from the computer again when Ramirez came back from upstairs. "Hey, welcome back," she said.
Rosie slid past Bo, smiling at him, and walked down the hallway. "Do you know where Gary went?" she asked.
"He went through that room at the end of the hall," said Bo.
"Thanks!"
In the kitchen-
"Sure thing," said Michael. "But how were you able to get through to Captain Reynolds in the first place?"
Lt. Blanco finished setting Dr. Hausmann's broken arm, and she had done an excellent job. The syringe was prepared in case she needed to be awakened, but it was probably best to let her rest unless there was a reason she needed to be conscious.
In the office-
Jim Kerr patted Max on the belly, and then inspected the knife that Randall had found. The reddish discoloration definitely looked like blood, though it was very old and thoroughly dried.
"There is this other ventilation grill that was back here," said Randall. "Maybe there's something else behind it. It's already a bit loose, so let me see if I can get it off." He wedged the blade in the narrow gap between the grating and the wall and grunted, trying to pry it open, but it was firmly held in place from decades of rust and neglect. "You've got a crowbar. Why don't you give it a try?"
(Jim Kerr, roll against STR x 5 if you want to try to force open the grating - 65% in your case.)
In the cell block-
"Wait!" hissed Duke. "I hear something. It sounds like...chewing. It's coming from that open cell."
"I'm going in for a closer look," whispered Lynne. "Cover me." She tiptoed up to the cell door while the men held their rifles ready, but her heels clacked too loudly on the floor. She could see that something had been chewing on Buddy earlier, but the sight that awaited her in the cell itself was far worse.
Debbie's body lay where they had left it earlier, a bullet hole in its head. However, in the time since then some large rats had begun to feast on it - four to be exact. They heard her approach and stopped their meal, their eyes angry and red. Then they streamed from the cell right towards her.
Lynne almost held on to her courage, but she screamed in terror and fled back the way she came, shaken by the horrific sight. Gary held his ground and raised his rifle to fire.
(Duke, roll Sanity. Failure costs 1d6 Sanity points. If you stay sane, you may take one action, but if you fire your rifle you will not have time to use precise aim before the rats get to attack. If you fire a regular shot, it will be at point blank range, but you will need to roll a random hit location and there is a -20% penalty after you double your skill due to the rats' size and speed. Use the new 1d20 chart I'm posting on the rules thread in that case. A roll of 19 or 20 hits the head. Hand-to-hand attacks have no penalty to hit, but the rats may go first. Keep in mind that you cannot Dodge if you also attack.
Lynne's scream can be heard by anyone in the reception area, the hallway, the kitchen, and the office. If a gun is fired, the shot will be heard by all of those people as well as those in the warehouse. Those on the surface will not hear it.)
LT Blanco
In the kitchen-
"Sure thing," said Michael. "But how were you able to get through to Captain Reynolds in the first place?"
Lt. Blanco finished setting Dr. Hausmann's broken arm, and she had done an excellent job. The syringe was prepared in case she needed to be awakened, but it was probably best to let her rest unless there was a reason she needed to be conscious.
"We contacted her via shortwave radio. Old-tech indeed! Say, I guess if you're willing to vouch for me, then I can return the favour and take your word at face value."
She continued working on the arm, making sure the temporary plastic cast was well secured to Dr. Hausmann's chest by bandages.
"Now, I think you had some wild story about flying organisms that attacked you. We suspect there may be an airborne vector, but we're stumped with trying to isolate an agent. You know, like flu virus-carring droplets that "aerosol" when you sneeze. If I take what you say is true, maybe those are the vectors."
"Where did this happen? Did you kill any? I'd like to collect some samples. We have some meteors at Warren, so I won't need samples of that material."
[OOC: this is assuming that Michael told her about the attack. If not, distregard the post past the first lines.]
Max:
He was in doggy heaven. The man liked him! Max sat up and wagged his tail in pleasure. His head snapped around as a scream echoed through the hard concrete corridors. Growling, Max stood quivering with his neck ruff standing up in a mixture of fear and aggression.
Erica:
She was still tired, head buzzing. She flipped up the visor on her flight helmet as she hooked up the electric hand-pump to the barrel. It started to pump, filling the air with the sharp smell of highly flammable kerosine.
The large semi with a trailer pulled into the lot. It was Baldwin, the black trucker. The air brakes sighed as he parked. From the roof of the motel came more rifle shots, sharp cracks that rolled off across the grasslands.
Seeing the AF commandos jogging towards the parking lot, she said to Willie, "hey, I think there's another barrel in the garage, head in there and see what you can do to help, okay?"
She said to Wallace as she moved over to the open engine compartment, "Trooper, I'm going to be blunt. I was in the Air Force myself, and something about this crew really doesn't seem right, 'specially their CO. I think if they're not off the reservation, they're almost there..." she paused, embarrassed, "oh God, I didn't mean it that way! Uh, anyways, you know what I mean. I can't let them seize the chopper for any reason because I'm on official busines, and they have no right to do so at any rate. If they try it I gotta stand up to them, but I hope they don't. So things could get ugly here."
With that, she positioned herself back at the open access panel, picking up her Beretta from where it lay on the floor of the engine compartment. She leaned back out and yelled up at the diner,
"LUKE! HEY, WAKE UP, MAN! I NEED YOUR HELP! LUUUUKE!"
In the kitchen-
"Sure thing," said Michael. "But how were you able to get through to Captain Reynolds in the first place?"
Lt. Blanco finished setting Dr. Hausmann's broken arm, and she had done an excellent job. The syringe was prepared in case she needed to be awakened, but it was probably best to let her rest unless there was a reason she needed to be conscious.
"We contacted her via shortwave radio. Old-tech indeed! Say, I guess if you're willing to vouch for me, then I can return the favour and take your word at face value."
She continued working on the arm, making sure the temporary plastic cast was well secured to Dr. Hausmann's chest by bandages.
"Now, I think you had some wild story about flying organisms that attacked you. We suspect there may be an airborne vector, but we're stumped with trying to isolate an agent. You know, like flu virus-carring droplets that "aerosol" when you sneeze. If I take what you say is true, maybe those are the vectors."
"Where did this happen? Did you kill any? I'd like to collect some samples. We have some meteors at Warren, so I won't need samples of that material."
[OOC: this is assuming that Michael told her about the attack. If not, distregard the post past the first lines.]
Max:
He was in doggy heaven. The man liked him! Max sat up and wagged his tail in pleasure. His head snapped around as a scream echoed through the hard concrete corridors. Growling, Max stood quivering with his neck ruff standing up in a mixture of fear and aggression.
Erica:
She was still tired, head buzzing. She flipped up the visor on her flight helmet as she hooked up the electric hand-pump to the barrel. It started to pump, filling the air with the sharp smell of highly flammable kerosine.
The large semi with a trailer pulled into the lot. It was Baldwin, the black trucker. The air brakes sighed as he parked. From the roof of the motel came more rifle shots, sharp cracks that rolled off across the grasslands.
Seeing the AF commandos jogging towards the parking lot, she said to Willie, "hey, I think there's another barrel in the garage, head in there and see what you can do to help, okay?"
She said to Wallace as she moved over to the open engine compartment, "Trooper, I'm going to be blunt. I was in the Air Force myself, and something about this crew really doesn't seem right, 'specially their CO. I think if they're not off the reservation, they're almost there..." she paused, embarrassed, "oh God, I didn't mean it that way! Uh, anyways, you know what I mean. I can't let them seize the chopper for any reason because I'm on official busines, and they have no right to do so at any rate. If they try it I gotta stand up to them, but I hope they don't. So things could get ugly here."
With that, she positioned herself back at the open access panel, picking up her Beretta from where it lay on the floor of the engine compartment. She leaned back out and yelled up at the diner,
"LUKE! HEY, WAKE UP, MAN! I NEED YOUR HELP! LUUUUKE!"
In the garage -
Bob checks if the barrel is well secured and tips it over on its side. He then starts to roll it outside towards the chopper.
(OCC - I doubt a strong man like Bob would have a problem rolling a barrel like that, but correct my if I'm wrong.)
At the hotel -
"Sir, whilst I'm all for being pragmatic by ignoring annoying rules and constraints, we have no right to secure that chopper. Needless to say, now is not the time to stir up trouble with the civies..." Cole warns over the radio as he continues to haul furniture "We might have the high ground and the heavy weapons, but this is needlessly endangering the mission and our own personel."
"The civies have already shown to be armed and some of them appear to be skilled marksmen. On top of that our medical team is inside the civies' perimeter." he explains "There is no telling how they will react to us seizing the chopper. Personally I wouldn't be amazed that they'd take Lt Blanco hostage in retaliation... These people have already been shot at, blown up, assaulted and been put under martial law. They're not the people we want to mess with right now."
"I suspect if we cross them now, we'll be burning our bridges for the future... And I don't know if you realise this sir, but their help is something that we will sorely miss on the long run..."
On the roof of the diner -
Luke finally hears Erica's call, gets up and runs to the opposite side of the roof.
Bob checks if the barrel is well secured and tips it over on its side. He then starts to roll it outside towards the chopper.
(OCC - I doubt a strong man like Bob would have a problem rolling a barrel like that, but correct my if I'm wrong.)
At the hotel -
"Sir, whilst I'm all for being pragmatic by ignoring annoying rules and constraints, we have no right to secure that chopper. Needless to say, now is not the time to stir up trouble with the civies..." Cole warns over the radio as he continues to haul furniture "We might have the high ground and the heavy weapons, but this is needlessly endangering the mission and our own personel."
"The civies have already shown to be armed and some of them appear to be skilled marksmen. On top of that our medical team is inside the civies' perimeter." he explains "There is no telling how they will react to us seizing the chopper. Personally I wouldn't be amazed that they'd take Lt Blanco hostage in retaliation... These people have already been shot at, blown up, assaulted and been put under martial law. They're not the people we want to mess with right now."
"I suspect if we cross them now, we'll be burning our bridges for the future... And I don't know if you realise this sir, but their help is something that we will sorely miss on the long run..."
On the roof of the diner -
Luke finally hears Erica's call, gets up and runs to the opposite side of the roof.
Erica:
Seeing Luke appear at the edge of the roof, Erica called up, "hey cowboy, wanna go for a ride to Omaha? I want someone along I know's got my Six. But I won't lie, as far as our chances are concerned, I ain't makin' any plans for the weekend, if you know what I mean. If you're not interested, I'd still go through a door with you... any time."
Seeing Luke appear at the edge of the roof, Erica called up, "hey cowboy, wanna go for a ride to Omaha? I want someone along I know's got my Six. But I won't lie, as far as our chances are concerned, I ain't makin' any plans for the weekend, if you know what I mean. If you're not interested, I'd still go through a door with you... any time."
On the roof of the diner -
"Hunter, not a cowboy. Big difference."
"Are you sure someone is waiting for you guys in Omaha? Sounds like a suicide mission to me." Luke asks "No matter how bad it seems to be for us here, you know it'll be worse in a city with about half a million inhabitants..."
"You even sure you have enough room in that chopper of yours to fit all the passengers from the last flight?" he quickly asks as well, but it is clear he's stalling. His mind is playing around with other issues.
"Either way, I'm not much of a city dweller, and I'd just as soon take my chances alone in the wilds. But when a nice gal asks me to watch her ass... Well, things get complicated..."
"Hunter, not a cowboy. Big difference."
"Are you sure someone is waiting for you guys in Omaha? Sounds like a suicide mission to me." Luke asks "No matter how bad it seems to be for us here, you know it'll be worse in a city with about half a million inhabitants..."
"You even sure you have enough room in that chopper of yours to fit all the passengers from the last flight?" he quickly asks as well, but it is clear he's stalling. His mind is playing around with other issues.
"Either way, I'm not much of a city dweller, and I'd just as soon take my chances alone in the wilds. But when a nice gal asks me to watch her ass... Well, things get complicated..."
OOC- Just a quick update for now; the full one will come some time during the week, after the other players have had a little more time to post.
Yes, Michael did previously tell Lt. Blanco about the attack.
IC-
On the motel balcony-
"I am aware of the situation, Corporal," said Lereux. "The possibility of a hostage situation did occur to me, and I will take the appropriate steps to prevent it. I don't think the civilians are foolish enough to do something like that, but we'll be prepared in case they do. As far as they're concerned, those men are there simply to protect the helicopter. Now, I hope that's the last of your insubordination. We have a chain of command for a reason. If you have a problem, bring it to Sergeant McCain. If he has a problem, he'll bring it to me." The captain paused, then got on his radio again. "Lieutenant Blanco and Mr. Ramirez, please return to the motel as soon as you can."
Outside the garage-
The pump began drawing JP-8 from the barrel and into the chopper's fuel tank.
"No problem," said Willie. He headed towards the garage.
In the garage-
Bob began rolling the barrel across the length of the garage and towards the exit. It would be slower without the dolly, but there was plenty of time before all the fuel from the first barrel was pumped into the helicopter. Willie was also on his way over to help him.
On the roof of the diner-
Luke made it across the unstable portion of the roof without incident. From here he could easily step onto the roof of the garage, which was much sturdier. Samantha nodded to him as she exchanged her magazine for a full one.
In the kitchen-
"My specialty is astronomy," said Michael, "and you know a lot more about biology than I do, but what you say sounds right. When the others got stung, they turned very quickly. Those creatures might not be the only vector, but they must be a vector. That would explain how the outbreak started so quickly.
"The meteorite was a few miles north of here, along that dirt road. It's a ways past the intersection with Route 30 and a bit beyond that small road going northwest. I didn't kill any, but I did see a lot of dead ones on my way into Brownson from the north. I think another meteorite must have come down near there. Wish I'd had time to bring one back, but I was being chased at the time. If you do get a chance to go out and collect samples, I'd like to come with you. It might be a good idea to collect pieces of the meteorite as well, since getting back to Warren might not be as easy as its sounds."
At that point, the message from Captain Lereux came through on Lt. Blanco's radio.
In the office-
Randall moved away from the grate to give Jim some room. "What is it, boy?" he said to Max. "I heard the scream, but I'm not sure where it came from. It might have been that girl they found again, but maybe there's trouble this time."
Yes, Michael did previously tell Lt. Blanco about the attack.
IC-
On the motel balcony-
"I am aware of the situation, Corporal," said Lereux. "The possibility of a hostage situation did occur to me, and I will take the appropriate steps to prevent it. I don't think the civilians are foolish enough to do something like that, but we'll be prepared in case they do. As far as they're concerned, those men are there simply to protect the helicopter. Now, I hope that's the last of your insubordination. We have a chain of command for a reason. If you have a problem, bring it to Sergeant McCain. If he has a problem, he'll bring it to me." The captain paused, then got on his radio again. "Lieutenant Blanco and Mr. Ramirez, please return to the motel as soon as you can."
Outside the garage-
The pump began drawing JP-8 from the barrel and into the chopper's fuel tank.
"No problem," said Willie. He headed towards the garage.
In the garage-
Bob began rolling the barrel across the length of the garage and towards the exit. It would be slower without the dolly, but there was plenty of time before all the fuel from the first barrel was pumped into the helicopter. Willie was also on his way over to help him.
On the roof of the diner-
Luke made it across the unstable portion of the roof without incident. From here he could easily step onto the roof of the garage, which was much sturdier. Samantha nodded to him as she exchanged her magazine for a full one.
In the kitchen-
"My specialty is astronomy," said Michael, "and you know a lot more about biology than I do, but what you say sounds right. When the others got stung, they turned very quickly. Those creatures might not be the only vector, but they must be a vector. That would explain how the outbreak started so quickly.
"The meteorite was a few miles north of here, along that dirt road. It's a ways past the intersection with Route 30 and a bit beyond that small road going northwest. I didn't kill any, but I did see a lot of dead ones on my way into Brownson from the north. I think another meteorite must have come down near there. Wish I'd had time to bring one back, but I was being chased at the time. If you do get a chance to go out and collect samples, I'd like to come with you. It might be a good idea to collect pieces of the meteorite as well, since getting back to Warren might not be as easy as its sounds."
At that point, the message from Captain Lereux came through on Lt. Blanco's radio.
In the office-
Randall moved away from the grate to give Jim some room. "What is it, boy?" he said to Max. "I heard the scream, but I'm not sure where it came from. It might have been that girl they found again, but maybe there's trouble this time."
Wallace
Wallace Looks over his shoulder, seeing the Helicopter. He shrugs, slinging the M3 over his shoulder, and withdrawing his .357. He begins his route to the T-Bone.
Manuel Ortega
"Shit stain!" He said to himself, checking the breach on his M203. He withdraws the empty 40mm Shell, and begins to reload. "If I found the curr that....". Ortega Begins to ramble under his breath
Hockey
"Hey Duran." shouted Hockey. "You Cool, man? You feelin' frosty?"
Duke
"Ahh - FUCK!" Shouts Duke, Shaken, but still collected.
Duke raises his weapon, and takes aim at one of the rat's torso but misses by inches.
Wallace Looks over his shoulder, seeing the Helicopter. He shrugs, slinging the M3 over his shoulder, and withdrawing his .357. He begins his route to the T-Bone.
Manuel Ortega
"Shit stain!" He said to himself, checking the breach on his M203. He withdraws the empty 40mm Shell, and begins to reload. "If I found the curr that....". Ortega Begins to ramble under his breath
Hockey
"Hey Duran." shouted Hockey. "You Cool, man? You feelin' frosty?"
Duke
"Ahh - FUCK!" Shouts Duke, Shaken, but still collected.
Duke raises his weapon, and takes aim at one of the rat's torso but misses by inches.
SuAside said:
Erica:
"Yes, there's room," she replied, "and no, I'm not gonna lie and say the odds are great on us both makin' it in and out alive. Come, stay, lay or pray, it's up to you. Just so you know. my folks do have a farm up North about a hundred-fifty miles, and if I make it back, and you're heading that way, you're welcome to come along."
Max
He growled, barking at the door, then took off down the hall towards where the really bad smell was coming from earlier. His toenails clicked and paws scrabbled on the concrete as he lost traction trying to run.
1LT Blanco
There was a burst of static on her radio that made 1LT Blanco jump. There was no point in replying; her radio would not get a signal out from 2 stories down in a concrete bunker complex! Oh well, she'd be done in a minute or so anyways, then head up and see what was going on.
Looking at Michael she replied, "I'd like to do take some samples of the meteor. But specifically look at these organisms."
She looked around at the door. "Hey, was that a shot? Come to think of it, that was a scream, too, just a few seconds ago..."
On the roof of the diner -
"Lets first get that bird of yours ready to fly & then we'll see." Luke answers "Either way, I don't feel quite comfortable leaving these people. Even with the USAF here to 'protect' them."
"Lets first get that bird of yours ready to fly & then we'll see." Luke answers "Either way, I don't feel quite comfortable leaving these people. Even with the USAF here to 'protect' them."
Fearlessfred
First time out of the vault
On the Roof-
Black countinues to fire at the infected hitting five more ,they all go down.
In the reception area-
"Sir is that with the computers?"
Black countinues to fire at the infected hitting five more ,they all go down.
In the reception area-
"Sir is that with the computers?"
"Lets first get that bird of yours ready to fly & then we'll see." Luke answers "Either way, I don't feel quite comfortable leaving these people. Even with the USAF here to 'protect' them."
Erica:
She nodded. "Okay, no worries. Let the Pogues take care of the bad guys for now. If you want to help out, I seen a subgun in that crate out back my daddy would love. How about you score that puppy for me and as many mags as you can, and clean 'er out? Also, I been up since before dawn and I could really use a cup of Joe and a bite to eat! Thanks!"
Whatever the problems were with the Air Force personnel, she knew that guns weren't going to be the solution. Her other main choices for who to ask to ride shotgun were Bo or Joe, the other two state troopers, but they were also the de facto civilian authorities here and under Martial Law, the Air Force should be under their jurisdiction, if anything. So she didn't want to weaken their hand by dragging either one off on what was likely a one-way mission. Luke looked like he was handy with a shootin' iron which she suspected they would sorely need, and as guns weren't going to resolve the obvious tension here, he was the best choice to back her up.
Well, as daddy always said, needs must as the devil drives... Christ, I really need to pee!
Erica:
She nodded. "Okay, no worries. Let the Pogues take care of the bad guys for now. If you want to help out, I seen a subgun in that crate out back my daddy would love. How about you score that puppy for me and as many mags as you can, and clean 'er out? Also, I been up since before dawn and I could really use a cup of Joe and a bite to eat! Thanks!"
Whatever the problems were with the Air Force personnel, she knew that guns weren't going to be the solution. Her other main choices for who to ask to ride shotgun were Bo or Joe, the other two state troopers, but they were also the de facto civilian authorities here and under Martial Law, the Air Force should be under their jurisdiction, if anything. So she didn't want to weaken their hand by dragging either one off on what was likely a one-way mission. Luke looked like he was handy with a shootin' iron which she suspected they would sorely need, and as guns weren't going to resolve the obvious tension here, he was the best choice to back her up.
Well, as daddy always said, needs must as the devil drives... Christ, I really need to pee!
"Huh? Cowboy, hunter, fed ex employee, gunsmith, bartender, waiter and chef?" Luke jokes "That's a little much, even for me, missy..."
Luke then runs back to the other side of the roof.
"Beth, as you probably heard, I might be taking a little chopperflight out of here." he says "But that would leave the roof underexploited. Anyway, I need you to find one or more suited people to releave me from this position."
"That Azadeh woman looked like a good shot, that trooper -Joe or whatever- should have some skills or perhaps Willie, but I think he's busy handing out supplies. If you find others, that's fine as well of course."
"And while you're downthere, I'd be grateful if you could do a few other tasks: bring me the Greasegun, remaining magazines for it, and try to dig up some food and drink for the helicopterpilot."
"Would you do all that for me?" Luke asks while somewhat exploiting his grey hair and kind aging face "I'd do it myself, but I'm guessing you're also feeling safer with my lying on this roof instead of running around doing erants."
Luke then runs back to the other side of the roof.
"Beth, as you probably heard, I might be taking a little chopperflight out of here." he says "But that would leave the roof underexploited. Anyway, I need you to find one or more suited people to releave me from this position."
"That Azadeh woman looked like a good shot, that trooper -Joe or whatever- should have some skills or perhaps Willie, but I think he's busy handing out supplies. If you find others, that's fine as well of course."
"And while you're downthere, I'd be grateful if you could do a few other tasks: bring me the Greasegun, remaining magazines for it, and try to dig up some food and drink for the helicopterpilot."
"Would you do all that for me?" Luke asks while somewhat exploiting his grey hair and kind aging face "I'd do it myself, but I'm guessing you're also feeling safer with my lying on this roof instead of running around doing erants."
OOC- Walkers from the west killed so far: 9/36
IC-
On the roof of the motel-
"Just another minute or two," said Bobby Sheen as he tracked the incoming infected, "then they'll be in range for me. A quarter of them are down already, so I don't think they'll get close enough to pose a threat." He pointed their location out to Thayer.
"Yeah, I see 'em now," he said. "Probably won't be any left by the time they get close enough for me to kill some."
(Black gets five more shots this round.)
On the motel balcony-
Captain Lereux heard only a crackle of static on his radio; he couldn't make out what Ramirez was saying. When he tried to contact him again, nothing got through. "They must be down pretty deep," he said. "Even in a basement, some signal should get through." He peered out across the grass yet again, but still saw no movement.
"I'm cool, Hockey," said Duran from the opposite side of the balcony. "Wish we hadn't lost Alanen, though."
Lt. Malone and her people began carrying equipment up the stairs and into the open room near the top. She retrieved the motel keys when she got inside the room after setting down her burden, then headed back for another load. Malanowski carried the heaviest stuff.
In the medic's room-
"Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked," Phillips continued. "Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling."
On the west side of the motel-
Zorie Spooner reached the bottom of the stairs, but she could not climb them because Malone and the others were in the way. She patiently waited at the bottom of the stairs.
Cole finished bringing furniture outside.
At the helicopter-
Ortega finished reloading his weapon, arrived at the helicopter, and took up his post. McCain was not far behind him. "We're in position, sir," he reported over the radio when he got there.
"Stand guard and make sure no harm comes to the helicopter," replied Lereux over the radio.
Fuel continued flowing into the chopper's tank.
Outside the garage-
Baldwin got out of the truck, leaving it idle again. "We ought to go find Kimberly," he said. "You can give her those extra shells, and I can break the bad news to her about her car and the computer. If you've got something else to do, you can give me the shells and I'll take them to her."
On the roof of the garage-
"I've got some soda up here," called Samantha, "and Willie's taking some to the garage. There's more stuff in the fridge, but it'll go bad soon if we don't get the power hooked up from below." She filled two of her partial magazines with rounds from the third.
In the garage-
Willie entered and placed the soda down on a bench. "Here," he said, "in case anyone gets thirsty." Then he went over and helped Bob roll the barrel of fuel towards the exit. They managed to get it most of the way to the door.
Wallace could see that his truck was now fully inside the garage, and the repairs were progressing smoothly, though it would still take a couple of hours to complete them.
Alice continued to repair her rifle.
On the roof of the diner-
"Okay," said Beth. "I'll go see who I can rustle up. I'll use that rope of yours to climb back down." She attached the grappling hook to a sturdy exhaust pipe, lowered the rope, and then eased herself down. She slipped about halfway to the ground, the rope burning her hands, but she gritted her teeth and held on all the way to the bottom.
On the east side of the diner-
"Yow!" cried Beth. "I'm all right! My hands aren't injured, they just hurt like hell!" She rubbed her hands and went over to the ammo crate.
In the warehouse-
"You're welcome, Miss Pierce," said Mr. Foo.
A shot rang out from below, and then another. Kerry looked around, alarmed. "What was that?! What's going on around here?"
"What happened to Debbie is far from unique, unfortunately. The dead are being reanimated somehow, and they attack and try to eat the living. Stephanie Bridges told me that it's done with electricity. I suggest we find you a weapon so you can protect yourself. There's a crate over there."
"I've never fired a gun before. I guess I could use a shotgun, if I had to."
"There are more crates upstairs," said Ellen, "out the back door. There was a shotgun in one of them the last I looked."
Kerry looked inside the crate. "Hand grenades?" She picked one up and balanced it in her hand. "Well, if I can throw a softball, I can throw these." She took a few more grenades, putting them in her pockets. "Guess I'll go take a look around upstairs. It'll be nice to see the sun again. Wait, is it even daytime?"
"I'd better go with you," said Azadeh, nodding. "It's not good for anyone to go any place alone, and I could use some more ammo."
"Okay." Kerry followed Azadeh up the stairs.
In the reception area-
Jenny jumped when she heard the gunshots. "Yikes!" she said.
"Stay put!" said Bo, running down the hall towards the noise.
"Be careful!" called Stephanie. She typed with one hand while unbuttoning her lab coat with the other so she could reach her pistol more easily.
Ramirez could only hear static over his radio.
In the kitchen-
"There's another one," said Michael. "I'll go check it out!" He drew his Glock and headed for the door.
"I'll come with you," said Kimberly, running to catch up with him. "You two look after the doc!" She followed Michael into the hall, leaving Sally and Lt. Blanco with Dr. Hausmann.
In the office-
Randall ran after Max into the hall, leaving Jim Kerr alone, seemingly uncertain of what to do.
In the hallway-
Randall raced across the hall following Max, into the guard room. Bo, Kimberly, and Michael were a short distance behind him.
"Rosie, stay back!" warned Bo. The waitress retreated back to the reception area.
In the guard room-
Randall entered the room in time to see Max skitter across the floor and into the cell block. He was also able to see into the hallway, where the rats were swarming at his companions. He remained steady and brought his rifle up.
In the cell block-
Gary fired his Marlin, hitting one of the rats in the paw, blowing through its body and stopping it cold.
The other three rats charged, one of them attacking each of the three people in the cell block. The one chasing Lynne tried to bite her foot, but missed as she ran. Gary easily avoided his rat, and the one that rushed at Duke snapped its jaws closed on air.
Max entered the cell block and saw the rats attacking his friends. That terrible, familiar smell was all over them, and it disturbed him greatly.
(Max, roll Sanity - current level is 37, as you can see on the character thread. Failure costs 1d6 Sanity points. If he loses 5 or more, he must make an Idea roll. If he succeeds at this roll, he goes temporarily insane. If he fails, he's okay. Fortunately, his Idea score is only 10%. If he remains sane, he may act this round, though his instincts tell him that trying to bite one of the rats would be a very bad idea. He could try to smack one with his paw - if he does, his skill is 50% and he does 1d3 damage. The rats are faster and will get to go before he does, though.
Duke gets another action too, but if he takes precise aim then the rats will get to go first. If he fires a regular shot again, he goes first - it's point blank, so his chance to hit is 50 x 2 -20 = 80%. If he does anything else, the rats might get to go before he does. 15 or more damage to any part of a zombie rat is a guaranteed kill.
Other than those in the cell block, only Randall is in a position to see or shoot at the rats. The others do not have a clear line of sight because he is in the way.)
IC-
On the roof of the motel-
"Just another minute or two," said Bobby Sheen as he tracked the incoming infected, "then they'll be in range for me. A quarter of them are down already, so I don't think they'll get close enough to pose a threat." He pointed their location out to Thayer.
"Yeah, I see 'em now," he said. "Probably won't be any left by the time they get close enough for me to kill some."
(Black gets five more shots this round.)
On the motel balcony-
Captain Lereux heard only a crackle of static on his radio; he couldn't make out what Ramirez was saying. When he tried to contact him again, nothing got through. "They must be down pretty deep," he said. "Even in a basement, some signal should get through." He peered out across the grass yet again, but still saw no movement.
"I'm cool, Hockey," said Duran from the opposite side of the balcony. "Wish we hadn't lost Alanen, though."
Lt. Malone and her people began carrying equipment up the stairs and into the open room near the top. She retrieved the motel keys when she got inside the room after setting down her burden, then headed back for another load. Malanowski carried the heaviest stuff.
In the medic's room-
"Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked," Phillips continued. "Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling."
On the west side of the motel-
Zorie Spooner reached the bottom of the stairs, but she could not climb them because Malone and the others were in the way. She patiently waited at the bottom of the stairs.
Cole finished bringing furniture outside.
At the helicopter-
Ortega finished reloading his weapon, arrived at the helicopter, and took up his post. McCain was not far behind him. "We're in position, sir," he reported over the radio when he got there.
"Stand guard and make sure no harm comes to the helicopter," replied Lereux over the radio.
Fuel continued flowing into the chopper's tank.
Outside the garage-
Baldwin got out of the truck, leaving it idle again. "We ought to go find Kimberly," he said. "You can give her those extra shells, and I can break the bad news to her about her car and the computer. If you've got something else to do, you can give me the shells and I'll take them to her."
On the roof of the garage-
"I've got some soda up here," called Samantha, "and Willie's taking some to the garage. There's more stuff in the fridge, but it'll go bad soon if we don't get the power hooked up from below." She filled two of her partial magazines with rounds from the third.
In the garage-
Willie entered and placed the soda down on a bench. "Here," he said, "in case anyone gets thirsty." Then he went over and helped Bob roll the barrel of fuel towards the exit. They managed to get it most of the way to the door.
Wallace could see that his truck was now fully inside the garage, and the repairs were progressing smoothly, though it would still take a couple of hours to complete them.
Alice continued to repair her rifle.
On the roof of the diner-
"Okay," said Beth. "I'll go see who I can rustle up. I'll use that rope of yours to climb back down." She attached the grappling hook to a sturdy exhaust pipe, lowered the rope, and then eased herself down. She slipped about halfway to the ground, the rope burning her hands, but she gritted her teeth and held on all the way to the bottom.
On the east side of the diner-
"Yow!" cried Beth. "I'm all right! My hands aren't injured, they just hurt like hell!" She rubbed her hands and went over to the ammo crate.
In the warehouse-
"You're welcome, Miss Pierce," said Mr. Foo.
A shot rang out from below, and then another. Kerry looked around, alarmed. "What was that?! What's going on around here?"
"What happened to Debbie is far from unique, unfortunately. The dead are being reanimated somehow, and they attack and try to eat the living. Stephanie Bridges told me that it's done with electricity. I suggest we find you a weapon so you can protect yourself. There's a crate over there."
"I've never fired a gun before. I guess I could use a shotgun, if I had to."
"There are more crates upstairs," said Ellen, "out the back door. There was a shotgun in one of them the last I looked."
Kerry looked inside the crate. "Hand grenades?" She picked one up and balanced it in her hand. "Well, if I can throw a softball, I can throw these." She took a few more grenades, putting them in her pockets. "Guess I'll go take a look around upstairs. It'll be nice to see the sun again. Wait, is it even daytime?"
"I'd better go with you," said Azadeh, nodding. "It's not good for anyone to go any place alone, and I could use some more ammo."
"Okay." Kerry followed Azadeh up the stairs.
In the reception area-
Jenny jumped when she heard the gunshots. "Yikes!" she said.
"Stay put!" said Bo, running down the hall towards the noise.
"Be careful!" called Stephanie. She typed with one hand while unbuttoning her lab coat with the other so she could reach her pistol more easily.
Ramirez could only hear static over his radio.
In the kitchen-
"There's another one," said Michael. "I'll go check it out!" He drew his Glock and headed for the door.
"I'll come with you," said Kimberly, running to catch up with him. "You two look after the doc!" She followed Michael into the hall, leaving Sally and Lt. Blanco with Dr. Hausmann.
In the office-
Randall ran after Max into the hall, leaving Jim Kerr alone, seemingly uncertain of what to do.
In the hallway-
Randall raced across the hall following Max, into the guard room. Bo, Kimberly, and Michael were a short distance behind him.
"Rosie, stay back!" warned Bo. The waitress retreated back to the reception area.
In the guard room-
Randall entered the room in time to see Max skitter across the floor and into the cell block. He was also able to see into the hallway, where the rats were swarming at his companions. He remained steady and brought his rifle up.
In the cell block-
Gary fired his Marlin, hitting one of the rats in the paw, blowing through its body and stopping it cold.
The other three rats charged, one of them attacking each of the three people in the cell block. The one chasing Lynne tried to bite her foot, but missed as she ran. Gary easily avoided his rat, and the one that rushed at Duke snapped its jaws closed on air.
Max entered the cell block and saw the rats attacking his friends. That terrible, familiar smell was all over them, and it disturbed him greatly.
(Max, roll Sanity - current level is 37, as you can see on the character thread. Failure costs 1d6 Sanity points. If he loses 5 or more, he must make an Idea roll. If he succeeds at this roll, he goes temporarily insane. If he fails, he's okay. Fortunately, his Idea score is only 10%. If he remains sane, he may act this round, though his instincts tell him that trying to bite one of the rats would be a very bad idea. He could try to smack one with his paw - if he does, his skill is 50% and he does 1d3 damage. The rats are faster and will get to go before he does, though.
Duke gets another action too, but if he takes precise aim then the rats will get to go first. If he fires a regular shot again, he goes first - it's point blank, so his chance to hit is 50 x 2 -20 = 80%. If he does anything else, the rats might get to go before he does. 15 or more damage to any part of a zombie rat is a guaranteed kill.
Other than those in the cell block, only Randall is in a position to see or shoot at the rats. The others do not have a clear line of sight because he is in the way.)
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