West of the motel-
Alanen's eyes widened as the infected man came closer. He knew that by all rights the man ought to be dead, or at least lying on the ground in agony.
He did not dwell further on this, but concentrated on aiming at the guy's head. He
fired again,
scoring a good and
powerful hit. The man dropped, but to the corporal's amazement he was still moving, crawling relentlessly towards him. "I can't believe it!" he said. "I got him right in the forehead, but he's still coming! I can finish him before he gets here, though."
Phillips and
Thayer continued piling furniture to block the northwest stairway. "A couple more minutes and we'll be done," said the medic, "but we'll have to leave the southwest stairs open. There's no other way up to the balcony that isn't already blocked off."
On the roof of the motel-
Sheen finished chambering the next round in his M-24. He was ready to fire again now.
(Once again,
Black and
Sheen may either shoot or roll Spot Hidden and choose a direction. It's possible for each of them to look around in about a 180 degree arc in a single round. You can look in one of the diagonal directions (NW, NE, SE, or SW) if you wish, in order to cover two different angles of approach. If both of them look in opposite directions, they have a chance to survey every direction.)
In the comm room-
Lt. Malone frowned at
Lewis and whispered back: "I know you've been shaken by today's events," she said, "but we have to do our duty. I'm not going anywhere until we are relieved unless I receive orders to the contrary, and I'm going to need your help to keep the intel flowing and prevent nuclear war. I don't like the captain's decisions any more than you do, but as long as he's in command we have to follow his orders. Until and unless he crosses the line, that won't change. You've been doing a great job so far, and I appreciate it. I need you to keep doing it."
(
Malanowski, roll Listen if you want to try to overhear this conversation.
Mikhalin is close enough to hear without a roll.)
Malone resumed a normal speaking volume. "Yes, the Russians probably wouldn't have nuked Istanbul without moving their own ships out through the strait first. And it wouldn't make sense for them to just fire one nuke.
Mikhalin, any luck piercing their chatter yet?"
Mikhalin frowned. "I'm sorry, ma'am.
I still can't make it out."
"Let me try."
Malone listened in on the rapid-fire Russian speech. "
Okay, I've got a handle on it. The Russians know about our sub, but they've got no idea what happened to it. Whatever it is has them really spooked, and that's why their ships are hightailing it out of the area. I'll report our findings in now.
She called back
Carmichael at Warren AFB. "Sir, this is
Malone. We can't find any conclusive evidence whether the Russians were responsible for Istanbul or not, but everything points to not. They still have naval assets in the Black Sea and there have been no further nuclear detonations. I think it's unlikely they would fire just one nuke under those circumstances. We're most likely looking at a NATO ally being behind the strike."
"
I quite agree, Lieutenant," replied
Carmichael. "Boy, that takes a load off my mind! The CO has us on maximum alert and was within minutes of launching our birds. I'll repeat what you told me to him, only I won't have the slightest doubt that the Russians are innocent on this one. No sense risking that hair trigger going off unnecessarily. Still damn bad news about Istanbul, though. That was a strategic waterway, and the nuke will only make matters worse there, not better."
(
Lewis,
Mikhalin, and
Malanowski, roll Idea.)
"There's one more thing, sir."
Malone told him about the sub. "We still don't know what caused it, but it wasn't the Russians. They're as much in the dark as we are."
"Okay,
Malone, good job. If I were you I'd get that gear upstairs ASAP while you can. We'll be blind for a little while, but there's no avoiding it. From what we've heard, that ground floor is not the slightest bit secure."
"Yes, sir.
Malone out." She cut the connection. "Is there anything else we should do before packing this stuff up and moving it upstairs?"
North of the T-Bone-
"
Airman Carlos Duran," answered the trooper. "Nice to meet you,
Wallace." He
didn't notice anything to the north.
"The captain said one of you is injured," said
Zorie Spooner. "I'm here to help."
"That would be me," said
Kimberly.
"What happened to your arm? Let me take a look at-" She paused, her jaw dropping and her hand pointing to the north. "Captain,
I see some people coming! There's about
ten of them, and they're running this way fast!"
Captain Lereux was suddenly alert. He looked where she was pointing, then got on the radio: "All personnel be advised, we've got ten incoming infected coming down the north road! They're just a few hundred yards off now and closing fast. ETA approximately one minute."
(
Black and
Sheen may fire at these zombies without having to roll Spot Hidden, since they are clearly visible now that they've been pointed out.
Black may fire five shots with no penalty.
Sheen may fire three times since his rifle has a slower rate of fire, also with no penalty.
Everyone at the truck gets five rounds of fire at each at the zombies. However, there may be range penalties for the early shots. The zombies are currently 150 yards north of the truck and 200 yards north of the T-Bone. They will get 20 yards closer after each round. You may forgo some of the earlier rounds if you wish to avoid penalties. Those actually inside the truck will miss their first round of fire if they want to get out and shoot, though none of them have rifles and probably won't hit until possibly the last round or two. Shotguns have a maximum range of 50 yards, so they can only hit on the last round of fire. If they do hit, they hit 1d6 targets and do 1d6 damage to each of them, rolled separately.
Wallace's .357 Magnum has a base range of 20 yards, doubled to 40 for precision aim. It would fire at half skill on the last two rounds, and less than that on the others. The other pistols have base ranges of 15 yards, doubled to 30. They would fire at half skill on the last round, and less than that on the others. Switching weapons will take a round. The 5% penalty for headshots is applied after the skill is halved.
You should review the
Spot Rules for Combat for more information. The rules for firing bursts are there, which also tell you how to fire at multiple targets. Don't forget that bursts cannot be targeted to hit the head. Each bullet that hits will strike a random location determined by rolling 1d8, where a roll of 1 hits the head.
If you have questions about the combat rules, feel free to ask them in the OOC thread.)
At the concrete divider-
Hockey notices a woman with a steel rod impaling her through the stomach running from the highway on the southeast, towards the people on the east side of the diner.
(
Hockey, roll Sanity.
Cole must roll too if he looks at that zombie. Any loss of 5 or more means you should roll Idea. If that succeeds, you go temporarily insane and cannot get any shots off.
Cole is also in a position to get five rounds of fire at the zombies, but as long as the truck is in the way it will obstruct his line of sight. He can move to a new position to get a clear shot with the rifle by giving up his first two rounds of fire. He may also fire his M203 at the zombies in an arc over the truck without moving. This has a rate of fire of 1/3, so he would get at most two grenades off. If one hits, roll 1dX, where X is the number of zombies left in the group, to see how many are hit and use the 1d8 random hit location for each to see if there are any head hits.
Hockey is in the same position
Cole is in. While he could fire bursts from his SAW at the zombies or use his rifle, he will have to give up two rounds of fire to move to where he can get a clear shot.
Either or both of them may also shoot at the zombie on the highway with their first round of fire without changing position, as may the snipers once they are told it is there.)
In the garage-
"Let me get this straight," said
David. "You want me to move the truck, with my back turned, while one of those things is roaming around in there?"
"Who says there's only one?" said
Jimmy.
The trucker groaned. "Look, we'd better kill it - or them - first.
Then we can move the truck."
"
There it is!" shouted
Jimmy, pointing around the side of the tanker. A zombie was lumbering along its side towards the exit, and the nearest meal, its arms outstretched and a moan escaping from its lifeless lungs.
He raised his shotgun and
blasted it in the head,
shearing most of it off. The thing collapsed in a bloody heap.
David moved cautiously into the garage on one side of the truck while
Jimmy entered on the other side. They both looked around. "We're clear!" said
David. "Okay, now let's get this truck inside.
Alice, we'll need you to keep watch and make sure no more of them get in here. This'll take a few minutes."
East of the diner-
Mitchell spotted the female zombie with the rod through her belly out of the corner of his eye. "Incoming!" he yelled, pointing. "There, to the southeast. About twenty yards off." He pointed his shotgun at the creature's head and squeezed the trigger,
only to have the shell jam. "Damndamndamn!" He struggled to clear the weapon,
refusing to panic.
"Jeez," said
Jenny looking at the ghoul with obvious horror, but
she stood her ground and took aim at its head with her new rifle. She
fired, but
the bullet narrowly missed. "Aw, man!"
(
Luke,
Willie,
Samantha, and
Ellen, roll Sanity. If you avoid going temporarily insane, you may shoot.)
On the roof of the T-Bone-
When
Beth heard
Mitchell's warning, she turned to look - and
screamed in fright. She
winced, then collected herself and took aim at the zombie's head. She
shot it and
wounded it severely, but it kept coming.
In the diner-
Mrs. Foo looked alarmed when she heard the gunfire. "There more of them?" she asked, concerned.
"I'm sure the others will take care of it," said
Rosie. "Let's get you two downstairs." She led her and her husband through the trapdoor and helped them climb down.
Underneath the T-Bone-
Lt. Angela Blanco and
Javier Ramirez arrived in the warehouse and approached
Dr. Hausmann. "Hello," said the woman in the orange suit. "I'm
Dr. Angela Blanco of the U.S. Army Research Institute for Infectious Disease. I'd like to examine you."
"She wasn't bitten," said
Stephanie.
"That's a good sign, but we need to be sure. Your injury also needs further treatment. Also, we need you tell us everything you know about what's on these computers."
"That I cannot do," said
Dr. Hausmann. "I am sworn to secrecy."
"Please, doctor. All that has gone out the window now. We need to have this information if we're to save lives."
"
Nein. I will tell
Stephanie everything, just in case. My recent brush with death has shown me that I cannot take my knowledge to my grave. But I cannot tell anyone else. You'll think me mad."
"
Captain Lereux already does," said
Stephanie , "but he's not here now and I know you better. The cat's already out of the bag, at least partway. These people can help us, but we need to level with them,
Brigetta."
"
I'm sorry, Stephanie. They don't know me like you do. I will tell you alone, but only if you promise not to divulge this information to anyone else."
(
Ramirez, roll Persuade if you want to try to convince
Dr. Hausmann to tell what she knows. If that fails, roll Idea.
Jim Kerr and
Bob Larkin may also try to convince her through Persuade or Fast Talk, and may roll Idea if that fails. The base chance for Persuade is 15%.)
Azadeh listened to the exchange with interest.
Kerry paid no attention and continued to stuff her face. She had already eaten half a bag of potato chips and showed no signs of stopping.
In the reception area-
Randall walked back and forth across the room, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for any trouble.
In the underground mess hall-
Robert turned the handle and opened the metal door. Inside was a mess hall containing long, dusty tables and equally dusty chairs. At the back of the room was a counter, and behind that was a kitchen area stocked with various pots, pans, and utensils. At the back of the kitchen was another door. There were rusty sinks, ovens, a grill, and a large Westinghouse refrigerator from around 1960 that was currently running.
Max trotted into the room and began sniffing the air. When he smelled the fridge, he
whined and backed away.
Robert and
Duke entered into the mess hall, followed by
Sally,
Lynne, and
Gary.