On the west side of the motel-
Duran and
Thayer continued heaping furniture on the stairway. It was almost completely blockaded at this point.
Ramirez was able to remove
Cole's body armor and helmet. The helmet had a large chunk ripped off from the coyote's bite, but it would still be effective protection. He also recovered the M-4/203, the .45 and 9mm pistols, assorted ammo, three hand grenades, a Claymore, and a LAW rocket. It would be difficult to carry everything back up the ladder, but if he were to put on the armor first it would no longer be a problem.
In the medic's room-
"Unless you destroy the brain, right?" said
Phillips. "If you shoot me in the head, I won't come back."
"Yes," said
Lt. Blanco. "That seems to be the case."
"We'll have your leg patched up in another minute or so," said
Zorie. "You should be able to walk after that, but you'll have to take it easy for the first-" She catches herself and puts a hand on her mouth. "Well, just take it easy."
Phillips removes his helmet. "That'll make it easier, when the time comes."
On the motel balcony-
Ortega remained vigilant watching the field, and
it was still clear as far as he could see.
Hockey was also still alert, and
he could see nothing moving in the grass either. The grass did seem to be waving about three quarters of a mile back, but they could make out no details. "The grass is moving from side to side ," reported
Ortega on the radio. "Can't tell what it is from this distance though. Might just be the wind. Someone with a scope ought to check it out."
McCain jogged around the south side of the motel on the balcony and soon reached the southeast corner just in time to see
Sergeant Black shoot the zombie outside the garage for the second time. The powerful .50 round hit the creature in the midsection and cleaved it in half at the waist. The lower section twitched and collapsed, while the top half of its body dropped to the ground. Then, incredibly, it dragged itself towards
Wallace, still intent on consuming him.
(
McCain, roll Sanity. Any loss of more than 3 points counts as only 3.)
In the comm room-
Captain Lereux gave
Lewis a withering look as he made the finishing touches on the installation. "You may not agree with me, Airman," he said. "You may not like me. But you should at least show me a modicum of respect. You may be able to hide behind
Lt. Malone's skirts for now, but I'll be in command again before you know it."
"I've almost got it," said
Alexandria Mikhalin. "
I'm just having a little trouble connecting to the satellite network."
"Let me take a look at that," said
Lt. Malone.
She shook her head as she examined the connection. "Well, I can't figure out how to make this ancient thing start up. You'd think the CIA would have upgraded it."
"If they had, it wouldn't have been functional at all," said
Lereux. He smirked at the lieutenant. "Do you need my help,
Malone?"
She sighed. "Yes, sir."
"It would be my pleasure." But when
Lereux tried to adjust the wiring,
sparks flew from the console. "Damn!" he cried, jumping back.
(
Lewis, roll Electronics.)
Outside the garage-
Joe Barring reached the northwest corner of the garage in time to see the upper half of the ghoul crawling towards
Wallace. The truck driver fired again in panic, and
only barely hit. The bullet
shattered the thing's spine, and it lay still.
(
Joe Barring, roll Sanity.)
"I'm all right, guys," said
Wallace, exhaling with relief.
On the motel's roof-
Bobby Sheen kept tracking the coyotes at the overturned Greyhound bus through his scope.
Sam Black saw
Wallace finish off the zombie. When he looked up, he noticed that the horde to the east had gotten closer. It was less than a mile from the diner, and within range.
(
Sam Black, you may fire up to five times at the zombies to the east if you wish, and there is plenty of time to aim for the head. If you shoot at them, they are close enough for you to use your full skill except for the -5% for the headshot. There was actually no need to deduct the 5% when shooting at the garage zombie since you weren't aiming at the head, but in this case it made no difference.
If you want to look to the west, roll Spot Hidden at -5% due to your helmet. If you do this, you'll only get four shots this round. You can also remove your helmet beforehand to negate the -5% penalty, but this will also cost one of your opportunities to shoot.)
On the roof of the garage-
Baldwin blinked and looked around, confused.
In the garage-
Mitchell gaped as the half-zombie was gunned down. "Holy crap!" he cried,
recoiling in fright. That thing had gotten way too close. He
shuddered, but was otherwise okay. "
Wallace, man, you'd better close that door and get topside pronto! There are more of them coming from the east - a lot more - and we need your rifle up there."
Jimmy nodded, twinging a little, but
he didn't lose his head. "Yeah. Let's get back to work. That truck ain't gonna fix itself."
David went slack-jawed at the sight, but
snapped out of it quickly. "Yeah, back to work," he said with a grimace.
Gary approached as the three men returned to the truck and resumed their repairs. "Glad everything's okay," he said, attaching the fuel line. "We've got juice for the fridge now, and this fuel will keep the generator going as long as we keep it maintained."
"I don't think we're going to be staying that long," said
Mitchell, "but it's good that the food will stay fresh."
"You fellows need a hand with the truck?"
"Boy, do we! With your help, we could be out of here in maybe an hour and a quarter."
Mitchell gave
Gary some tools and showed him what repairs were needed. He nodded and set to work,
easily integrating with the rest of the team and doing an excellent job. He called to
Wallace and
Joe outside. "If anyone's going back down, they need more ammo!" He
noticed the .38 and the bullets lying on the floor. "Hey, there's a gun and some bullets just lying here!"
On the roof of the diner-
Samantha watched the approaching mob through her scope. "Just another minute or two," she said. "Then we can open up."
Azadeh frowned, glancing down at her AR-15. "Well, I can't without a scope," she said. "I'm probably the best shot here, too." She looked over at
Willie. "Let's swap rifles for now. That way we'll get the most bang for our bullets."
Willie nodded and exchanged rifles and ammo with her. "Is this all the clips there are? Forty or so bullets won't last long."
"There were more in the crate below," said
Willie. "I'll go get 'em. Cover me." He climbed down the ladder.
In the helicopter-
Erica Spears looked back into the passenger cabin. "You two lovebirds getting comfy back there?" she asked, then faced forward again. More urban terrain sped by on the left, also on Route 30. This town was larger than Sunol, though still fairly small and just as deserted. "That's Lodgepole over there. Same name as the river." The helicopter flew over the section of I-80 that intersected with a local route leading north to Lodgepole. A tractor trailer lay across the intersection far below, having jackknifed and turned over on its side. A few zombies were crawling over the wreckage.
In the warehouse-
After
Michael heard one final shot, there was silence. He relaxed a little, but didn't let his guard down.
Kimberly proceeded downstairs.
In the reception area-
Kimberly raced into the room through the gate. "Hey, gang," she said, catching her breath. "What's going on?"
"There was some shooting a minute ago," said
Kerry.
"It seem to have stopped now," added
Mrs. Foo.
In the guard room-
Rosie ran across the guard room to where
Sally had dropped the tarp and the can of gas. She saw the others in the cell block, gathered around the open cell. "What happened?" she asked. "Is everyone all right?"
"One of those goddamn rats bit me!"
Randall shouted back.
"I'm taking care of it!" called
Sally. "Can you bring the stuff and burn the body?"
"Sure."
Rosie put her revolver away and picked up
Sally's dropped things, then hustled into the cell block.
In the cell block-
"
Kimberly didn't have any symptoms, did she?" asked
Randall. "She wasn't burning up like I am."
"Everything's under control here!" shouted
Sally. She felt his forehead. "Another rat attacked, and it bit
Randall, but I took it out!" She took out some disinfectant and began to clean the wound. "You do seem to have a bit of a fever. This bite doesn't look as bad as it could have been."
"Well, it sure feels bad."
Sally finished cleaning and bandaging the wound, then tied a tourniquet below his knee. "Well,
that's as good as it's going to get. You should be able to walk now, at least."
Rosie walked over to cell 4 and gagged when she saw the carnage. She laid out the tarp inside the cell and began dragging the body on top of it.
"Let's get the dog and all the rats too," said
Duke, coming to help her. "Can't be too careful. Once we light this baby, I'll lock the door so the fire doesn't spread."
In the upper hatch chamber-
Ellen calmed down, lowering her shotgun. She glanced down the shaft. She could see the empty lift at the bottom, but there was no sign of
Mr. Foo and the others.
In the meeting room-
Jim Kerr and
Alice followed the others into the next room.
In the quarters-
Jim carefully approached the opening to the second cubicle on the right while
Alice kept him covered with her rifle.
Jenny and
Mr. Foo also held their weapons ready.
The little room inside was some kind of living quarters, though it wasn't much larger than one of the prison cells upstairs. There was no door, just an opening. Inside,
Jim could see a desk and chair, a bookshelf on the wall above the desk, and a small lamp on top of the desk. There was also what seemed to be a bunk, but it looked rather odd. It was shaped like a coffin, but the top was made of clear glass, and there was a panel with buttons on the side. A padlock kept it locked shut.
It was this capsule that was the source of the beeping. A text readout on the panel flashed. Peering closer,
Jim could make out the words: "EMERGENCY - OXYGEN LEVELS CRITICALLY LOW- DEATH IMMINENT"