OCC- Big update here. A lot of interesting things are happening...
Don't thank me yet, Stompie. Things don't look so good for
Flip.
Yes,
Luke won't be able to fire until this round, and the skinheads got to go first. Steve, don't forget that
Alice has already used up her next action to kill a zombie, so she doesn't get to do anything else this round. Very bad news for
Bud,
Bob, and
Flip, I'm afraid. The IC description says the skinhead fired the M203, but since he had just fired it he had to use a hand grenade instead (the M203 has a RoF of 1/3 or 1/4). The roll is still a hit, unfortunately, and the damage rolls were high. A round from the M203 would have done less damage and over a smaller radius.
Bud and
Flip are not dead yet, but they will die without prompt treatment. I allowed all three of them a Dodge roll to take cover before the grenade went off and only take half damage, but only
Bob made his roll (he takes 8 damage, but he passed out from shock because he failed his Con check). At least the zombies got hit too, and it will take them a round to recover so the ones that survived will not get to act just yet.
EDIT: Corrected description of skinhead's wounds.
Bob did 9 damage to the leg and 2 to the arm. He would have fallen regardless of Dex. Instead the Dex roll was to try to hold onto the shotgun, which he failed.
IC-
In the parking lot-
"Where the hell is
Flip?" asked the skinhead running towards
Buzz, right before
Bob shot him twice just yards from his destination. His left leg was shattered, and a bullet lodged itself in his right upper arm.
The shotgun slipped from his grasp, and he lost his balance and fell to the asphalt,
gashing his knee. But he was still conscious.
The skinhead with the M-16/M203 turned back and lobbed a hand grenade through the diner's broken front window in the direction from which the shots had come.
In the diner-
The grenade landed not far from where Bob was standing. Flip could not get out of the way in time, and neither could
Bud, but
Bob managed to dive behind the counter and was spared the worst of it. It sprayed deadly shrapnel all around the room.
Bob,
Bud, and
Flip were horribly wounded, and all three of them were flung back, bleeding profusely.
Bob had a gaping hole in his midsection, while Bud and Flip both had their right arms blown off and passed out.
Bob struggled to stay conscious,
but in vain. The zombies closest to them were also
badly damaged, One was slain outright, shrapnel shearing off most of its head, but the other four were still moving. Six other zombies inside the diner were also maimed, slaying two more. The remaining zombies were all knocked off of their feet and flung across the room. A fire also started in the central area of the diner.
On the T-Bone's rooftop-
Everyone on the roof could hear and feel the grenade going off in the diner below.
Rita screamed in alarm and sat huddled on the roof, hugging her knees.
Sally fired two shots at a zombie's head just as the grenade was going off,
hitting with both of them and
dropping it.
Charlie Moon uttered a curse in Sioux and ran towards the west side of the roof,
Luke was not far behind him, heading for the southwest corner.
Father McCormick remained at his position and fired again,
hitting and
slaying another ghoul.
"Damn!" said
Bo. He was already at the south end of the roof, so he turned and fired his shotgun at the skinhead with the M-16 from ten yards away. The blast
hit him in the chest, knocking him onto his back. But the skinhead still lived, and didn't seem as badly hurt as he should have. Beneath his shredded shirt,
Bo could see a kevlar vest not unlike his own. "He's got a vest!" called the trooper.
Ashley ran to
Rita's side and tried to console her. "Come on!" she pleaded. "Are you going to let these sleazeballs tear your diner apart, or are you going to do something about it?"
Rita rose up, anger and determination in her eyes. "I'm gonna do something about it!" She gripped her late husband's .357 Magnum tightly and handed her own .38 to Ashley. "Come on!"
"Here," said
Dr. Hausmann to
Tisha, offering her
Luke's .357 Magnum while
Mrs. Foo handed her the ammo. "Stay with him and give those back to him the moment he asks. I'm going over to the hatch. I have a feeling there are people coming up who will need my medical expertise."
Tisha took them, nodded, and followed
Luke, while
Mrs. Foo and the doctor went towards the hatch.
After emerging from the hatch,
David drew his 9mm pistol and hurried after
Tisha. "Those assholes better stay away from my truck!" he said.
In the hallway-
Azadeh and
Gary were just about to leave when the explosion rocked the diner. They turned and saw the three men go down. "Hurry!" said
Azadeh to
Gary and
Jim Kerr. "They need our help, now!"
Gary was right behind her.
Azadeh reached
Flip and checked his pulse. "He's alive, but barely." She tried to bandage his wounds, but
this kind of damage was beyond her skill. "I'm losing him!"
Gary reached
Bud and tried to help him, but
there was nothing he could do. "Most of those things are still moving. We can probably only save one of these guys before they reach us, and it'll take two of us to move any of them. I think these two are too far gone.
Bob still has a chance."
As he spoke,
eight more zombies climbed in through the broken front windows.
In the office-
As
Jim Kerr backed through the door to the corridor, he saw another ghoul climb through the shattered window and land on the floor of the office.
In the Fallout shelter-
Samantha and
Randall looked at each other and at
Dave as they prepared to barricade the liquor closet. "What should we do?" asked
Randall.
Far below, in the warehouse,
Jimmy grabbed two hand grenades, the remaining shotgun, and a box of shells.
Mitchell had opened his own box of shells and was hastily loading his shotgun, leaving the crowbar resting against a crate. "What the hell was that?"
"Something blew up," said
Lynne. "I hope it was those horrible creatures."
"We'd better get back to
Robert," said
Duke. He and
Lynne stuffed their pockets with several clips and hoisted their chosen weapons. "We heard a woman screaming for help ahead. Hold this room as long as you can, then fall back to the gate." The two of them ran back through the gate and soon reached
Robert and the dogs. "I got one for each of us. Take your pick."
Beth ran into the warehouse, her eyes wide in fright. She showed no sign of stopping.
At Brownson Airfield-
Kimberly fired again at the head of the zombie she had wounded earlier, but
the blast just missed. The thing reached her and lunged at her, but
grabbed only air. The other wounded zombie was heading for
Wallace, now just ten yards away. He would only have one more shot before it arrived. To make matters worse,
the other five zombies were now only fifty yards away.
Baldwin and
Joe Barring reached the truck, their weapons ready.
Michael helped
Erica Spears hook up the fuel pump to the open barrel, and they began pumping fuel into the chopper's tank.
At the motel-
"They're so hard to see in that grass until they're right on top of you," said
Jenny. "If they'd gotten here a few minutes earlier, they'd have caught us down there..." She trembled.
Stephanie fired off a quick pair of shots at the running zombie's head, but
both shots missed. "No, no, no..." she cried. The creature was now just ten yards away, and the one she had wounded was 20 yards off now - and
two more were now just 40 yards away. "I can't stop them all! Some of them will get by!"
"One down, one wounded, three more real close and another behind them!"
Jenny called down to the balcony. "Hang in there,
Stephanie. You can do it!"
Ellen reached
Mr. Foo's side, tore off the sleeves from her blouse, and used them to try to bandage him. However, the stress was too much and
she couldn't focus on the task at hand.
In the parking lot-
The skinhead with the shotgun was almost at the truck when the man in the back began to stir. His eyes flew open, both of them bright red. "
Guzzman's turned!" shouted the skinhead, raising his shotgun and firing at the creature's head.
scoring a powerful hit that
put him down for good. "Got him!"
"Come on!" shouted the driver.
Closer to the diner, the wounded skinhead
forced himself to stay awake and with his good arm started to drag himself closer to his fallen comrade. He looked towards where
Buzz lay face-down, the detonator on his left side, the heavy pistol on his right, and the grenade launcher strapped to his back. It looked like
Buzz was also starting to move.