IC- Zombie Apocalypse Chapter 2- The Quick and the Undead

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1LT Blanco:

Bunker Kitchen

"Just great," she said, voice muffled by the Racal suit hood.

Well, if more of those... things were around, then it was best if her patient was awake, or at least out of sight. Tearing off the sterile wrapper of a syringe, she popped off the orange plastic cap from the needle and plunged it into the vial marked "Barbiturate". 10 milligrams should get her up. Not bothering to swab the skin (it was a sterile needle) she gripped Dr. Hausmann's arm and pressed her thumb hard into the crook of her elbow until a vein swelled up. Swiftly she injected her, then with Sally's help lowered her to the floor. "Watch her, okay? I'm just going over to the door."

Looking around for a second, she opened the good Doctor's purse and upended it on a worn formica counter spotted with with cigarette burns and circular pot rings. "Aha! Found one." She grabbed the cosmetics compact case and opened it up. Perfect. Drawing her sidearm and making sure it was charged and safety off, she moved to the door. Using the compact's mirror, she peered around the metal frame of the almost-closed swinging door and looked both ways down the hall.

She tried her radio again, hoping the signal would make it 2 stories up through the ferro-concrete and dirt. "Go for Blanco. Do you read? Over."

[OOC= I gave it a 1/2 Luck roll to receive/transmit from that spot. 1 story down would be Luck, halved for each lower level beneath that. It's impossible to tell what combination of factors allows or blocks a signal from a given spot, so even moving a few feet requires a new roll. The good news is that going back to that spot should work in the future.]

Max:

Bunker Cell Block

Standing his ground, Max smelled there was something deeply wrong with the rats, and instinctively knew that he should not let their diseased blood get in his mouth. Fortunately for him, dogs always found rats filthy and tried not to bite them if they could when they killed them.

Waiting for the right time to strike, he lunged for the one attacking the woman and gently but firmly seized it in his powerful jaws, being careful not to break the skin. With the skull held sideways between his teeth it could not bite him. A quick hard shake should break its neck.

[OOC= what's Max's Grapple? With a roll of 1% he made it. I figure an opposed STR roll should suffice to break the rat's neck.]


Erica:

Helicopter by the Diner

Luke's head disappeared back over the edge of the partially-destroyed diner's roof. A woman slid down the rope instead. She thought, 0well well, the joys of delegation.

Seeing the fuel was pumping okay, and that the Three-Poppa-Threes (USAF slang for Security Force, based on the "Specialty Code" for his job) weren't going to seize the chopper, Erica relaxed. She safed and holstered her sidearm, then walked over to SGT MCCAIN, as identified by his name tape and 3 upside down chevrons.

"Hey Sarge. I'm Trooper Erica Spears. I used to be a Senior Airman, One-Hotel-X-Ray-Three. (This not only identified her as a fully-qualified helicopter pilot, but more importantly no civvie would ever know the arcane Air Force Specialty Codes.) Do you mind if I ask you some questions? This is important." She removed her flight helmet and ran her fingers through her black crew cut, trying to comb out the sweat. She desperately needed a smoke, but they were still too close to the bird.
 
Wallace

"What the hell happened here?" He asked himself, as he quickened his pace towards the T-bone. Wallace Notices cooagulated blood on the muzzle of his pistol from the airfield. "Bastards got too close for confort, I rekon' " thought Wallace. "Best not toutch it" He mumbled to himself.

Ortega

Ortega Takes a defensive position, his weapon gripped tightly. He raises one arm to wipe sweat from his brow.

Hockey

"It was a tactical fuckup. Not much we could have done about it. I'd wrather not talk about it though." Said Hockey, Ajusting his sights to compensate for distance.

Duke

Duke Squeezes the trigger, Hitting the critter in the chest , Immobiliaing it. [/url]
 
okay sorry it has taken me so long. I had an interview on Saturday and then spent Sunday realxing. Since then I have been walking around DC taking resumes around places and enjoying the fine weather we are having here, until today. Tonight or some time tommoww I will post up.
 
On the Roof-

"Let's hope not."
On the roof Black's rain of death continues.
"And another five bite the dust."

In the reception area-

"Looks like I have to move up to get in contact with him.
Try to learn as much as you can before I come back." He goes upstairs.

Outside the garage-

"No I'll come nothing else to do yet."
 
Outside the garage, near helicopter:
McCain took up his position near the helicopter with weapons at the ready in case the civilians tried to attack. He marched back in forth with his back straight and ready in case anything should happen. On his radio he asked, "Cpl Cole, what is the status on barricade?"

Southwest corner of the hotel near stairs:
Lewis grunted as he grabbed a load of gear and then began to carry it upstairs. He muttered to himself, "Watch we will get it set up and then be ordered to move it someplace else!"


In the Garage:
Alice got up from her bench and grabbed a can of soda since she was thirsty. Opening it up she asked David, "Do you want to share my drink?" She then smiled and went back to the bench to continue fixing the rifle.

In the office:
Jim shook his head knowing that if he went out to fire at something it would only stop it for now but that whatever was behind this grate could be the clue needed to solve this little mess they were in. He moved the cot out of the way and getting down on all fours took the blood crusted knife and tried to use it to pry off the grate. However he tried so hard that the knife broke in his hand! Cursing he threw the knife away and lay there on the floor trying to figure out what to do now.
 
On the diner's roof -

Luke doesn't spot anything due to the weaving grass...


At the hotel -

"Furniture ready, but obviously the barricade itself isn't up yet until the comms stuff is hauled up..." Cole answers as he runs into the open plane to retrieve the pole while dragging the line behind him "Heading out to secure the zipline."


Outside the garage -

Bob continues pushing the barrel towards the helicopter. It's going easier now that the barrel has momentum.
 
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Helbent4 said:
Erica:

Helicopter by the Diner

Luke's head disappeared back over the edge of the partially-destroyed diner's roof. She thought, 0well well, the joys of delegation.

Seeing the fuel was pumping okay, and that the Three-Poppa-Threes (USAF slang for Security Force, based on the "Specialty Code" for his job) weren't going to seize the chopper, Erica relaxed. She safed and holstered her sidearm, then walked over to SGT MCCAIN, as identified by his name tape and 3 upside down chevrons.

"Hey Sarge. I'm Trooper Erica Spears. I used to be a Senior Airman, One-Hotel-X-Ray-Three. (This not only identified her as a fully-qualified helicopter pilot, but more importantly no civvie would ever know the arcane Air Force Specialty Codes.) Do you mind if I ask you some questions? This is important." She removed her flight helmet and ran her fingers through her black crew cut, trying to comb out the sweat. She desperately needed a smoke, but they were still too close to the bird.
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Next to the helicopter:
Sgt McCain stared at this beautiful young women as she combed her sweaty hair and was intreaged. Making sure the mike was away from his mouth he said, "Sure Trooper, what do you wish to ask?"
 
OOC- Walkers from the west killed so far: 14/36

IC-
On the roof of the motel-
"Just a little closer..." said Sheen, sighting through his scope and lining up his first shot.

"No doubt I'll get my chance soon enough," said Thayer. "There's always more of 'em."

(Sam Black may reload and fire four shots this round. Remember that if you get 1/5 of your skill or less, in this case 18%, it's an impale and you do double damage. It didn't make a difference in this case, though, as those kills all did more than enough damage before doubling.)

On the motel balcony-
"This is Captain Lereux," the CO replied over the radio. "I read you, Lieutenant. Do I hear gunfire? You and Ramirez had better get out of there and return to the motel for now. I need to discuss a few things with both of you anyway. When it's time for you to go back I'll be sure to send an armed escort with you. Over."

"I hear you, man," Duran said to Hockey, then focused his attention on the east and north, his eyes peeled for any threats.

Zorie Spooner waited until there was an opening on the stairway, and then came up behind Malanowski while he was carrying the big teletype machine upstairs. Malone went back down and picked up some of the cabling, looping it around her arms to make it easier to carry.

"I don't think we'll have to move it again, Nate," said Alexandria Mikhalin as she helped him bring the equipment upstairs. "There isn't really anywhere else to move it to."

In the medic's room-
Phillips set the Bible down when he heard the knock on the door. "It's Zorie Spooner!" she called from the other side. He got up and let her inside. "How are you doing?" She locked the door behind her.

"I feel okay, ma'am," he said. "A little scared, but who isn't? I saw those - things - attack Alanen. I went to help him, but he turned into one and grabbed me. He didn't bite me, though, so I think I'll be all right. Thayer managed to gun him down before he could injure me."

On the east side of the motel-
Cole crossed the parking lot and found a lamp post about twenty yards east of the motel, on the very edge of the lot. He tied one end of the rope around it securely, anchoring the bottom of the zipline. All he had to do now was bring the coil of rope up the ladder to the roof and secure the other end to the base of the satellite dish. The rope was actually long enough that he could cut off enough to make a rope ladder too.

Outside the garage-
Bob and Willie rolled the barrel out of the open garage door and across the lot, finally reaching the helicopter. Baldwin and Joe Barring walked inside after they left.

On the roof of the garage-
Samantha finished refilling her magazines and started to survey the area.

In the garage-
"Thanks, darling," said David, taking a drink from Alice while he kept fixing the truck. "This is thirsty work." Alice continued repairing her rifle; she was now mostly done.

"Hey, Wallace," said Mitchell. "They found that part in the junkyard, and the repairs are going well. We could use another skilled pair of hands to speed things up if you know of anyone, though."

Baldwin and Joe passed through the garage towards the ruined interior of the diner.

In the diner-
"My name is Azadeh Samimi," said Azadeh as she led Kerry upstairs. "I can't even begin to imagine how horrible your ordeal was."

"I don't like thinking about it," said Kerry, "but I needed to remember. If I can survive all that, I can survive whatever the hell is going on now." She followed the other woman through the open trapdoor and into the liquor closet. "It looks like a bomb went off here!"

"One did."

On the east side of the diner-
Beth spit on her hands and rubbed them a little more to ease the soreness. Then she picked up the Grease gun and slung it over her shoulder, and retrieved the magazines from the crate as well. "I don't want to have to climb up and down the rope again!" she called up to Luke. "Should I just put the gun and ammo in a bag and tie it to the rope so you can haul it up?"

In the warehouse-
Ramirez emerged from below and tried to get some reception on his radio, and this time he had better luck. He was able to hear Captain Lereux's message to Lt. Blanco.

"Do you know what's going on down there?" asked Ellen.

Robert stayed alert and checked his guns. He exchanged his magazines for full ones.

"I think we should get Kerry to describe the layout of this facility and the PMS compound now that she remembers," said Mr. Foo. "Are any of you good at drawing maps?"

In the reception area-
Stephanie continued working on the computer, keeping her hearing focused on the hallway behind her, while Jenny looked around nervously. "He's so brave," said Stephanie.

"You mean Bo, right?" said Rosie. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I think I am. It's hard to tell, since I've never been in love before, but I feel kind of giddy and lightheaded when I'm around him, and I feel safe just knowing he's looking out for me." She paused for a second. "Do you love him? It seems that way, but I'm not quite sure."

Rosie sighed. "Is it that obvious? Look, I've been around men long enough to know that he's crazy about you too." She squeezed Stephanie's shoulder. "I want him to be happy more than anything, and you make him happy. You two belong together, and I won't stand in your way. Don't wait to act on your feelings. Life's too short for that...especially now."

"Thanks, Rosie. That's good advice." Stephanie kept up her work. All of her life she had been so busy working so hard, she hadn't given herself a chance to really live her life. Now it seemed like it was too late, but she refused to give up hope. I do have what it takes to save the world, she thought. I can get the job done and have time for romance. I can still have everything I want.

In the kitchen-
Dr. Hausmann swung her legs over the side of the table, and stood up with Sally's help. More shots rang out from down the hall. "What is happening?" she asked with alarm. "Where is Stephanie?" She hadn't noticed Lt. Blanco going through her purse.

From where Lt. Blanco was standing, she could hear the captain's voice loud and clear. Sally came up behind her and peered into the hall. "All I see are Bo and the others running down the hall deeper into this place," she said, "towards where the shots came from. It looks clear to me."

In the office-
Jim Kerr tried with all his might to dislodge the grating, but it was caked shut with decades of rust and he only ended up pulling a muscle. His arm ached, and he dropped the crowbar he had been using to try to pry the vent open.

In the guard room-
Kimberly rushed in from the hallway, her SPAS-12 at the ready. When she saw the rats, she cringed but did not panic. Neither did Michael, who came in after her.

The sight was a bit too much for Bo, however. He recoiled in fright and fled back down the hall. He knew that these rats were unnatural.

Randall fired his M-16 at the rat that Duke had wounded, which was somehow still moving, but his shot was way off. Luckily, he didn't hit any of the others.

In the cell block-
Lynne spun about and fired her .45 at the rat that was trying to eat her, but she barely missed. Instead, the bullet hit her in the calf, rupturing an artery! She fell screaming in a rapidly spreading pool of her own blood, passing out from the shock and blood loss.

At the same time Gary fired, scoring a solid hit on the rat attacking him, slaying it outright.

The wounded rat lunged at Duke, but he managed to avoid its horrid teeth. The other one almost bit Lynne, but her fall and the slippery blood caused it to miss too. Then Max snatched up that rat in his jaws and shook it violently, snapping its neck and splattering its brain against the skull that had been meant to protect it. He dropped the dead rat when it stopped squirming.

(Only one rat remains, and it has taken 9 damage so far. Any hit might kill it, and 6 or more damage will guarantee a kill. Remember that guns will go first unless precise aim is used, but hand-to-hand attacks will probably come after the rat gets to go.)
 
On the east side of the motel -

Cole doublechecks the rope & the structural integrity of the pole and then runs back to the hotel to secure the line.


Outside the garage -

Bob wipes the sweat off his forehead and heads back to the garage, to see if he can help with something until the bird is ready to fly.


On the roof of the diner -

"Sure, if you can find a bag..." Luke answers "If you can't, just secure the grease gun alone and bring the magazines to the helicopter."

Distracted by the conversation, he still doesn't spot anything within range.
 
Steve-the-Zombie-Killer said:
Next to the helicopter:
Sgt McCain stared at this beautiful young women as she combed her sweaty hair and was intreaged. Making sure the mike was away from his mouth he said, "Sure Trooper, what do you wish to ask?"
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Erica:

At the Helicopter

Watching Bob head back towards the garage she said, "just a sec." She called out to Bob, "Hey, Trooper! Get the other Staties together some place. We need to talk about stuff!"

Moving a bit so they were far enough away from the helo to avoid the risk of a fire, she transferred her helmet to her left hand and fished around in the breast pocket on her jumpsuit with the other. Pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighter, she offered one to McCain and then took one out herself.

Addressing McCain, she said, "uh, two things:"

"One, what are your orders and ROEs? I could ask the Captain in my official capacity as a duly empowered Peace Officer on official business, yadda yadda yadda. But I figure you might give me the straight goods.

"Two, completely off the record here, what's going on? Not just all those fucking crazies out there, but right here? It doesn't look like people are cooperating at all. There are quarantine signs up, but..." she indicated the bodies lying around them and the general devastation, "how is that supposed to work? You guys aren't even wearing MOPP suits. Hell, you're not even wearing gas or filter masks or latex gloves!

"This has all the signs of a "gong show" in the making if things go South. I'm not meaning to criticise or nothing. But our priorities as civil servants are clear: we need to keep these people safe, and I just want to see that happens. If the problem's on our end, I'll do whatever it takes to smooth things out."


Max:

Bunker Cells:

Spitting the still-warm furry corpse out his mouth, Max turned towards the remaining rat, ready to dodge and then counter-attack.


1LT Blanco

Bunker Kitchen

"Captain, Roger that, I think some of the infected are down here. Break. Be advised I am holding my position 2 levels down until I am aware that my route of egress is clear. I am also with a patient who cannot travel at the moment. Will advise when I am mobile. Over."

She turned to visually check on Dr. Hausmann. Without a mirror she didn't want to open the door and poke her bulky hood outside to have a peek. Instead she waited behind the door and looked through the small window.
 
OOC- Walkers from the west killed so far: 19/36
Walkers with head wounds: 1 (9 damage to head)

IC-
On the roof of the motel-
"Don't worry about it, Sarge," said Sheen as he began to take a few shots. "Nobody can hit every time." His first shot hit, and his next two were simply devastating. The first target was badly wounded and fell to the ground, but it kept crawling forward. The other two lost their heads to Sheen's deadly marksmanship. "That's more than half of them down."

Cole climbed up the ladder from below and emerged onto the roof, the end of the rope tied around his waist to free up his hands. It looked like he'd still have about 15 feet of rope left over after securing it to the dish, enough to make a short rope ladder that could be hung from the balcony so people could climb up or down.

(Sam Black may fire five more shots this round.)

On the motel balcony-
"You've only had the computers for, what, twenty minutes?" Captain Lereux said to Ramirez. "That couldn't possibly be enough time to know everything that's on them. Better bring them back here with you. Your first priority is to ensure the safety of Lt. Blanco and yourself. Make sure her path to the exit is clear and get yourselves out of there fast." He walked across the balcony to the northeast corner, near where Duran stood, and looked over at the helicopter and the T-Bone.

(Some people cannot be Persuaded, but I still checked the skill for Ramirez.)

Hockey continued to observe the diminishing mob that was heading towards the motel. At this range he knew he had some chance of hitting them with his SAW, but it would still be wasteful of ammo until they got closer.

Lt. Malone deposited the cables and wires in the motel room, then headed back downstairs with the others. "One more load for each of us should do it," she said. "Then we can go back for the big one."

In the medic's room-
Zorie Spooner took Steve Phillips's temperature. "Good, no fever," she said. She checked his blood pressure next. "Your BP's a bit high, but I bet mine is too." She drew some blood from his arm. "You're not showing any symptoms."

"If I do start to show them," said Phillips, "get out of here, ma'am."

"I'm not going to just walk out on you."

"I mean it. Alanen was my friend, but he turned pretty quick after he got bitten. He wasn't himself any more."

"You're going to be fine, Steve."

Outside the garage-
"Our rules of engagement authorize us to use deadly force against anyone who is suspected of infection and poses a threat to our mission," Sergeant McCain told Erica Spears. "Our orders are to hold that motel until we're relieved. We had to organize this mission with no advance notice, since this position was in danger of being overrun, and we had limited resources. We didn't get MOPP suits, or as many people as I would have liked. We were lucky the docs have their Racal suits.

"I'm all for increasing cooperation, and we need to work out a coordinated defense. I can relay any suggestions you have to my CO."

Willie entered the garage.

On the roof of the garage-
Samantha looked around to the east and north, but she noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

In the garage-
Mitchell looked up when Bob entered the garage. "Hey, Bob," he said. "If you want to help us out with the truck, we could use an extra pair of hands."

(Bob, roll Mechanical Repair.)

Alice saw that the damage to her rifle was worse than it looked. "It'll take me around another five minutes to finish," she said. "Then I'll be free to do...other things."

"I can't wait," said David with a grin.

"Anyone seen Kimberly?" asked Baldwin.

"I think she went downstairs," said Jimmy. He told him how to find the stairs.

"Thanks, kid." Baldwin and Joe walked into the diner.

In the diner-
"What?!" said Kerry.

Azadeh nodded. "Those skinheads set off a bomb here," she said. "That's where I almost died." She pointed at the top of the stairs. "Most of them didn't make it out alive, at least."

"Good. Couldn't have happened to a nicer bunch of guys." She followed Azadeh out the back door.

Joe and Baldwin entered the liquor closet and started walking down the stairs.

On the east side of the diner-
"What about the bag the soda was in?" asked Beth. "If you could pass it down, I could put the Grease gun and the magazines in it, then tie it to the end of the rope and let you haul it up." She turned when Azadeh and Kerry came outside. "Azadeh! I was just going to look for you. We need a few more people up on the roof, but Samantha said this roof can support no more than four people in all."

"Sure, I'll do it," said Azadeh. "Since I'm going up there anyway, why don't I take the Grease gun?"

"Okay." Beth handed her the weapon and ammo. She noticed Kerry and thought she looked familiar, but she couldn't place her. Then she headed inside.

Kerry went over to the ammo crates and removed Earl's 20 gauge shotgun, hefting it. "Well, it's better than nothing," she said. She also took the box of shells.

In the warehouse-
When nobody answered Mr. Foo, he headed for the stairs leading down. "Maybe someone else here can draw a map." His wife went with him, helped by Ellen Cody.

In the cell block-
The last rat paid no heed at all to Max, intent on trying to bite Duke. Fortunately, Gary fired first, and at this range he couldn't miss. It exploded in a mass of blood and fur. "That's the last of them!" he shouted.

Kimberly rushed over to Lynne and bent over her. She tied a tourniquet around her leg and applied pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. "She's looking a lot better, but she still needs a doctor!" called Kimberly. "I think we can save her foot. It doesn't look like she was bitten, but that gunshot wound is awful. At least we don't have to dig the slug out - the bullet passed clean through. The bone is shattered, though."

Randall walked into the cell block. "Looks like you've done more for her than I could have," he said. "Can we move her? This isn't a good place to operate."

"Yes, I think so. Why don't you and Duke help carry her back to the kitchen?"

In the guard room-
"Oy!" said Michael, turning and running after Bo. "Hold up, mate!"

In the reception area-
Bo ran into the room and retreated into the corner, shivering.

"Bo, what's wrong?" asked Stephanie. If something could frighten him, she knew it had to be terrifying.

"It was the rats..." he mumbled, "the rats..."

"There were animated rats in there?"

"Yes," said Michael, "but it's under control now. That waitress shot herself in the leg, but I don't think she got bit."

"Not Lynne!" cried Rosie. She rushed down the hall and into the guard room.

"That is scary," said Jenny, trembling a little. "Rats are so small, they could get in anywhere. One bite and..."

"It's okay, Bo," said Stephanie. "It's safe now."

When he didn't move, Michael went over to him. "Look, mac, I know you're frightened. Those things made me lose it for a bit too, but you need to get it together. These people are depending on you."

Bo came to his senses. "You're right," he said. "Thanks. I...I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again." He shook his head. "I let everyone down. I let you down, Stephanie. I'm supposed to be protecting you."

Stephanie touched his hand. "Don't worry about it," she said. "I don't blame you one bit. Everyone seems to be losing it today."

"Not you. I saw you in action, and I've never seen anyone so cool under fire."

She smiled at him. "Thank you. You've done a tremendous job all morning yourself. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have watching my back. Most people wouldn't have run into danger in the first place. Nobody doubts your courage."

"I just wish I had yours."

"Well, if it comes to it I can always protect you."

In the mess hall-
"All clear," said Sally, looking up and down the hallway. "Come on, there's someone injured who needs our help. Stay behind me, Dr. Hausmann." She led the way into the hall and to the guard room, with Dr. Hausmann a short distance behind her.

In the office-
Jim Kerr moaned as pain shot through his arm. He couldn't try the grate again yet, so he sat down on the bed and rubbed his sore muscles. Soon his arm was feeling better.
 
Ooc- I understand some people can not be persuaded like in Chapter 1 but it was worth a shot.

On the Roof-

He misses another "True, but I don't have to like it just accept it."
His four shots kill their intended targets.

In the Warehouse-
"Yes sir." He draws his gun and goes back down stairs.

In the reception area-

"What was that gun fire about?" Ramirez asks Bo then turns to Stephanie
"Pack up the computers I'm afraid I have to take them back into my possession." He once again turns back to Bo
"and is any one in charge of the defences here?"
 
In the reception area-
"Oh no!" said Stephanie. "Please, you can't take this computer away. I need to finish my work, and every minute counts. Isn't there some other way? What about that idea you had earlier about substituting another laptop, like Kimberly's? If you put it in this carrying case nobody will be the wiser."

"There were rats back there," said Bo. "It appears they can be affected just like humans."

"That's right," said Michael. "They're dead now, though. I mean for good. Poor girl shot herself in the calf trying to hit one of them. Kimberly's helping her if you want to talk to her."

"I don't think anybody's officially in charge of our defenses," said Bo. "I did a lot of the organizing early on, but right now I need to focus on protecting the scientists and getting them to Omaha. You might want to talk to Luke, the hunter, on your way out. He's taken a lot of the initiative. You can find him up on the roof."
 
At the garage -

"Hey, Joe! The trooper at the helicopter asked the other troopers to come talk to her." Bob says as he sees Joe leave for the diner.

He then ducks under the cab and tinkers with the truck: Mechanical Repair 67% (1d100=54).


On the diner's roof -

"Are you going to make it up ok or do you need my help?" Luke asks Azadeh.


At the hotel -

Cole carries out the task at hand.
 
1LT Blanco:

Bunker Mess Hall:


"All clear," said Sally, looking up and down the hallway. "Come on, there's someone injured who needs our help. Stay behind me, Dr. Hausmann." She led the way into the hall and to the guard room, with Dr. Hausmann a short distance behind her.

"Yeah," replied Angela, "okay, be there in a sec." She walked over to the 1st Aid kit and shouldered it, then moved back to the door. She hit the PTT key, knowing she could lose comms if she moved.

"Lereux this is Blanco. Be advise, we are clear, say again, situation is clear. Break. Also be advised there is a casualty down here, am moving to assist... looks like the cell block or guard room. Over." She leaned out to make sure she could see where the others were going.



Max:

Bunker Cell Block


The mastiff barked and growled at the corpses of the infected rats, wagging his tail, still worked up over the excitement. Man, the one he killed tasted terrible, he wished he had some of the beer that Boss Earle sometimes put in his water dish! That would really clear the foul taste from his mouth!



Trooper Spears:

By the Helicopter


"Our rules of engagement authorize us to use deadly force against anyone who is suspected of infection and poses a threat to our mission," Sergeant McCain told Erica Spears. "Our orders are to hold that motel until we're relieved. We had to organize this mission with no advance notice, since this position was in danger of being overrun, and we had limited resources. We didn't get MOPP suits, or as many people as I would have liked. We were lucky the docs have their Racal suits.

"I'm all for increasing cooperation, and we need to work out a coordinated defense. I can relay any suggestions you have to my CO."

She took a drag from her cigarette and replied, "thanks for the offer, I appreciate that. I'm going to talk with my colleagues and see what they have to say. There just seems to be some kind of distrust going on here, and we have to resolve it or else none of it are going to make it.

"I do have a couple more questions, if you don't mind:

"One: how can you tell if someone's infected and how communicable is this disease?

"Two: any word on what's going on outside?"
 
OOC- I have the time tonight and enough people have posted, so here's another update to keep things moving. There will probably be another one this weekend.

Walkers from the west killed: 25/36
Walkers with head wounds: 1 (9 damage to head)

IC-
On the roof of the motel-
Bobby Sheen got off another couple of shots, landing two hits, one of them very powerful. Both of his targets were eliminated.

(Sam Black will need to reload this round, so he only gets four shots this time.)

Cole tied the rope around the base of the satellite dish and made sure it was secure. Now anyone on the east side of either the roof or the balcony could loop something over the line and slide down to the parking lot in short order. He used his knife to cut off the extra length of rope to use for the ladder. If he broke the legs off of some chairs in the rooms below, they would make decent rungs.

"Zipline looks good, Corporal," said Thayer before returning his attention to the field.

On the motel balcony-
"Cell block?" replied Captain Lereux to Lt. Blanco. "Guard room? What the hell are those doing in the basement? Never mind, you can explain when you get back here, Lieutenant. Render what assistance you can without placing yourself at risk, then return here as soon as possible with Ramirez. You two should stick together while you're down there."

Lt. Malone and her people deposited the last of the peripherals and cables in the motel room and then returned downstairs. "Let's wheel that dolly back to the old comm room," she said. "We're going to need it to haul that monster over here."

Duran and Hockey maintained their vigilance.

In the medic's room-
Zorie continued to examine Steve Phillips. "No sign of any bite marks or even bruises," she said. She finished taking his blood and labeled the tube. "If it's any comfort, that scientist Stephanie Bridges believes that only their bite and not their touch spreads the infection, and Dr. Blanco was inclined to agree with her. I'm not entirely convinced of everything she has to say, though. She thinks the infected people you've been fighting are actually reanimated corpses, and that their bites contain a toxin that kills their victims, who then rise up after death."

"Well, that would explain how Alanen and the things that attacked him survived their terrible wounds," said Phillips. "They didn't. No more room in hell..."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Something my grandpappy used to say: when there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth."

Outside the garage-
"The docs are probably the best people to ask about the infection, Trooper," said McCain. "It seems that anyone who gets bit comes down with it - except your friend Kimberly, who seems to be immune. Lt. Blanco said on the way here that even their touch can spread the infection, and since we're not protected we're to avoid physical contact with anyone potentially infected. You should probably ask her if you want to know more. She should be coming back upstairs soon, or you could go down and see her.

"As for what's going on outside, it looks like things are bad all over. It's worst of all in the cities, since that's where most people live - or used to. Not just this region or the country, but the whole world is affected going by the intel we've been getting. I don't know a whole lot more. Communications is the responsibility of Lt. Malone and her team, and Airman Malanowski."

On the roof of the garage-
Samantha continued scanning the horizon, looking for any hint of danger.

In the garage-
Bob was able to help Mitchell and the other mechanics make faster progress on the repairs. "Thanks, man," said Mitchell. "At this rate I think we'll be finished by ten after one, but I don't know if you'll be sticking around that long now that the chopper's here."

In the meantime, Alice kept working on the rifle.

In the diner-
Willie walked through the garage and into the interior of the diner. He made his way to the fridge to get some more drinks for those downstairs.

(Joe Barring did hear Bob calling to him before he headed down the stairs. He could either make it to the warehouse this round if he wants to go find Bo, or he could get back outside to talk to Erica. It's up to Fearlessfred, but if he doesn't post then I'll assume Joe will just continue down the stairs.)

On the east side of the diner-
"Ahh," said Kerry, basking in the sunlight. "I've been in that hellhole way too long. I've forgotten how nice something as simple as sunlight is." She squinted out at the low grass to the east, shrieking as she saw a disfigured dog bounding through it. She managed to keep her wits about her and raised her shotgun just in time. She cut loose with both barrels as it leapt at her from the grass, spraying it with buckshot and blowing off its forepaw. The creature was knocked back by the blast, but to her astonishment it pulled itself back up and came at her again!

Azadeh whirled at the sound of the gunfire, her AR-15 at the ready. She steadily circled around Kerry , took aim, and opened fire with a burst, and she barely hit with two bullets. The dog was horribly wounded, yet somehow it was still able to move and it threw itself at Kerry, its jaws narrowly missing her.

On the roof of the diner-
Luke instinctively turned when he heard the shooting and saw the crippled dog.

(Luke, roll Sanity. Assuming you stay sane, you may fire one shot before the dog can attack again. It only has 5 HP left, so any hit from his rifle will kill it and it doesn't need to be a headshot. Even so, there is a -15% penalty to hit due to the dog's size and speed. I calculated this penalty into Kerry and Azadeh's rolls after the fact, and they still hit, but not by much. Only the three of them and possibly Beth are in a position to shoot at the dog this round, but Kerry's shotgun is now empty.)

In the warehouse-
Ellen and the Foos went past Robert and down the stairs just as Baldwin entered from above.

In the reception area-
"They can't just take this computer!" protested Stephanie as she typed hastily. She saved her work so far just in case. "Can they?"

"Beats me," said Bo, "but it doesn't sound right to me." He returned to the hallway entrance and looked down the hall.

Stephanie waved as the new arrivals came through the gate. "Good to see you guys again! What's up?"

"The young lady we rescued, Kerry Pierce, escaped from the PMS compound through a series of tunnels that lead up into this facility," said Mr. Foo. "Are any of you good at drawing maps, or do you know someone who is? If we can make a diagram of what she saw it could be very useful."

The others in the room shrugged.

In the mess hall-
Lt. Blanco could see Sally and Dr. Hausmann run down the hallway, deeper into the underground prison. They emerged into what looked like a guard room.

In the office-
Jim Kerr retrieved his crowbar and tried to pry the grate free again, and it finally popped open, clattering on the concrete floor. He peered into the vent shaft and found a small journal just inside, its pages yellow with age. He bent down and picked it up.

In the cell block-
"Lynne's pretty small," said Randall. "Maybe I can carry her by myself." He knelt down, but he wobbled as he tried to lift her. "Nope, guess not."

"I'll help you," said Kimberly. She collected Lynne's gun and purse, and then took hold of her legs and helped him bring her back into the guard room.

Gary patted Max on the head. "Good job, boy!" he said. "Let's make sure there aren't any other nasty surprises." He reloaded his Marlin as he cautiously approached the only open cell and peered inside. "Well, I don't see any more of them, at least, but there is a small hole in the corner there. That's probably where the rats came out." He turned to Duke. "I bet they got that way by eating that poor dead girl! This is bad. If the rats could get into the cell through that hole they can probably get out the same way. We have to make sure no more rats can turn into those things."

In the guard room-
"Here," said Sally when the others carried Lynne into the room. "Allow me." She took over for Randall. "Doctor, you'd better get back to the kitchen. We'll bring her in."

"Ja," said Dr. Hausmann. She went back down the corridor and into the mess hall.

"Gary!" called Rosie. "That girl they rescued knew something about the layout of this place, or one just like it. The generator room is all the way in the back, past the showers, the common area for the prisoners, and then a room with a hatch going further down!" Then she headed back to the reception area.

"No more splitting up," said Randall. "From now on, everyone who's going deeper into this place sticks together."

"I'll catch up with you once we get Lynne back to the kitchen," said Kimberly. "Maybe I should take point, since I seem to be immune to the bites. Even if I'm not, I've already been bitten. I'll need some more shells, though."
 
On the diner's roof -

Luke instinctively turned when he heard the shooting and saw the crippled dog, but remained as focused as ever.

He takes aim as quickly as fast as possible, but misses.


In the garage -

"Time will tell." Bob remarks and continues to work.


At the motel -

Cole goes to salvage parts for the makeshift ladder.
 
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