At Brownson's Airfield-
Baldwin hurriedly loaded two bullets into his revolver. Kimberly rounded the truck and fired her SPAS-12, hitting the zombie attacking Joe Barring and taking it down.
"Thanks!" said Joe, firing his own shotgun at the ghoul ten yards away, but the blast was too far to the left. The zombie rushed Kimberly and nearly grabbed her, but she avoided its grasp. The three nearest walkers were now a little over 20 yards away, and the last one was less than 40 yards off. The two distant runners still had a little further to go.
Erica Spears fired twice at a distant zombie's head, hitting with one shot and wounding it.
"Jolly good show!" said Michael, taking aim at its head. He waited until it closed within 40 yards and shot it three times, finishing it off. The last walker came within 60 yards, and as Michael peered beyond it, he saw something alarming. "Oh, bugger!"
Erica followed his gaze and saw the same thing - a large mass of more zombies from Sidney off in the distance. They were slow movers, but there were a lot of them, seventeen to be exact. "We've got more on the way!" she called. "Once you guys are done back there, we'll need those shotguns again. We can't stop them all without them!" She tapped the fuel barrel at various heights to gauge how much had already been pumped aboard the chopper. "We're in luck! About six more minutes to load the rest of the fuel. I think we can launch before they arrive."
At the motel-
"Watch out for anyone who dies!" called Stephanie. "The dead are being reanimated electrically! Don't let them bite you!"
"Thanks!" Bo shouted back. "We're shooting the corpses now! It's good to see you, Stephanie! We'll come join you once we get down from here!"
"Good to see you too! There's a lot more to say, but we can talk later!" The three zombies below were now within 30 yards, I can do this, she thought, licking her lips. It's just simple physics. Adjust for wind speed and elevation and... BANG! BANG! The first shot was too high, but the second was perfect! The zombie fell, its head blown to bits.
"Awesome!" said Jenny, patting her shoulder. "I'm going over to the west side of the roof to keep an eye out. Knock 'em dead!" She made her way across the roof.
"I could get used to this," said Stephanie with a huge grin. She began to aim at one of the other two zombies heading for the motel.
On the balcony below, one of the zombies pounded on the door, and almost broke it down. The second smashed the door in, splintering it and knocking the nightstands aside.
Ellen Cody backed up against the wall, but did not panic. Mr. Foo calmly aimed his MP-5 at one of their heads and got off two quick shots. One struck home and downed the less wounded zombie.
In the ruined diner-
"Easy there," Gary said to Jimmy, whose eyes darted around in fear. "It's all right now. That thing's dead - for good." But the teenager would not calm down and began to scream.
Ashley's corpse, lying near him, began to stir. It crawled right for the unsuspecting runaway, but it swiped empty space.
"Look out!" called Beth, taking aim at Ashley's head and firing her M4. connecting and severely wounding it. Samantha also shot the creature in the head and blew it away.
Robert and Duke emerged from the trapdoor. Gary turned to them. "Glad you guys are here," he said. "There's a gas fire in the kitchen that's got to be contained and put out before it spreads. Someone needs to shoot this poor boy-" he indicated Dave's body, "in the head before he gets back up and tries to eat us. I'd do it, but it's kind of a waste of a rifle bullet. One of you guys got a pistol? Also, keep your eyes open. One of these things wasn't quite killed by the explosion, and there may be a few more."
On the T-Bone's rooftop-
Willie stood up and backed uneasily away from Tisha's corpse. "She was like a daughter to me..." he mumbled.
"Turn around," said Sally. Numbly, the old man complied. Sally then raised the Beretta and fired twice into the body's head. The eyes snapped open, bright and red, just before the bullets reduced her brain to mush. Tisha lay still for good. The nurse gripped Willie's shoulders and held him steady. "No, don't turn around. Best you don't see. Now let me look at your wounds."
David whistled when he saw Stephanie obliterate the ghoul's head. "I think I'm in love," he said, ejecting his clip and slapping a fresh one in.
"Take a number," said Bo, smiling at her. Not only is she smart and lovely, he thought, she kicks butt too!
"Hey, I've got this one covered," David said, taking aim at the zombie coming towards them from the road. "Why don't you go with the doc?"
"Good idea." Bo loaded a fresh shell into his shotgun as he returned to the hatch with Dr. Hausmann. "Stephanie sure is amazing."
"Ja, that's why I chose her as my assistant," said the doctor. "Not for her shooting skills, of course. She's had training, but I never knew she was so good. She's got a very keen mind and is a tremendous help in the lab. She figured out what zese things are and what powers zem all by herself." She examined Bo with a studious gaze. "I can tell you are attracted to her, and she likes you too. Zis is gut. I always told Stephanie she should get out more and find a nice man. Just don't let your emotions interfere with your duty." They arrived at the hatch, and she called down. "Zere is a ladder in ze garage! Please bring it here so we can get off ze roof!"
Rosie was close behind them. "Here I am," she said. "I gave David back his gun now that he's okay. I'm not sure where I can get another one. I'm not that good a shot anyway."
"If I'm going to be treating people," said Sally, "I won't be able to use this Beretta."
Bo nodded. "Maybe you should use it yourself, Doctor. You can hand it to Rosie if you're doing something else, and she can reload it for you."
"Once we get down and finish those monsters," said Mrs. Foo, "we should get guns and supplies if we can, then go to motel. The man downstairs say this place could collapse."
Underneath the T-Bone-
"Shouldn't you go up and help the others?" asked Lynne as she finished buttoning the girl's blouse.
"I need to stay here to protect you two," said Mitchell. "What if there are more of them down there and they come this way? Maybe Max could help upstairs, though. He can sniff them out and detect which ones weren't destroyed in the blast."
The dog's ears perked up at the mention of his name, and he started up the stairs, passing Randall on his way down with Azadeh. He put the unconscious woman down next to Bob. "She's going to make it," he said. "I better grab a gun and get back up there."
(OCC- A successful Medicine roll will awaken Azadeh, though she will still be at 2 HP until she heals naturally. Of course, the only people with Medicine are stuck on the roof at the moment.)
The girl sat on top of a crate and huddled over, burying her face in her hands and weeping. "My name's Lynne," said the waitress, sitting beside her and putting an arm around her. "What's yours?" The girl didn't respond. "Hey, you're okay now. The men who hurt you are dead. We're not going to let anything happen to you."
"She's been through hell," said Randall. "Obvious signs of post-traumatic stress. She needs more help than I can provide."
"Maybe Ashley can do something for her," suggested Lynne. "She's good at that sort of thing."
"Uh, I don't know how to tell you this...but Ashley can't help anyone any more."
Baldwin hurriedly loaded two bullets into his revolver. Kimberly rounded the truck and fired her SPAS-12, hitting the zombie attacking Joe Barring and taking it down.
"Thanks!" said Joe, firing his own shotgun at the ghoul ten yards away, but the blast was too far to the left. The zombie rushed Kimberly and nearly grabbed her, but she avoided its grasp. The three nearest walkers were now a little over 20 yards away, and the last one was less than 40 yards off. The two distant runners still had a little further to go.
Erica Spears fired twice at a distant zombie's head, hitting with one shot and wounding it.
"Jolly good show!" said Michael, taking aim at its head. He waited until it closed within 40 yards and shot it three times, finishing it off. The last walker came within 60 yards, and as Michael peered beyond it, he saw something alarming. "Oh, bugger!"
Erica followed his gaze and saw the same thing - a large mass of more zombies from Sidney off in the distance. They were slow movers, but there were a lot of them, seventeen to be exact. "We've got more on the way!" she called. "Once you guys are done back there, we'll need those shotguns again. We can't stop them all without them!" She tapped the fuel barrel at various heights to gauge how much had already been pumped aboard the chopper. "We're in luck! About six more minutes to load the rest of the fuel. I think we can launch before they arrive."
At the motel-
"Watch out for anyone who dies!" called Stephanie. "The dead are being reanimated electrically! Don't let them bite you!"
"Thanks!" Bo shouted back. "We're shooting the corpses now! It's good to see you, Stephanie! We'll come join you once we get down from here!"
"Good to see you too! There's a lot more to say, but we can talk later!" The three zombies below were now within 30 yards, I can do this, she thought, licking her lips. It's just simple physics. Adjust for wind speed and elevation and... BANG! BANG! The first shot was too high, but the second was perfect! The zombie fell, its head blown to bits.
"Awesome!" said Jenny, patting her shoulder. "I'm going over to the west side of the roof to keep an eye out. Knock 'em dead!" She made her way across the roof.
"I could get used to this," said Stephanie with a huge grin. She began to aim at one of the other two zombies heading for the motel.
On the balcony below, one of the zombies pounded on the door, and almost broke it down. The second smashed the door in, splintering it and knocking the nightstands aside.
Ellen Cody backed up against the wall, but did not panic. Mr. Foo calmly aimed his MP-5 at one of their heads and got off two quick shots. One struck home and downed the less wounded zombie.
In the ruined diner-
"Easy there," Gary said to Jimmy, whose eyes darted around in fear. "It's all right now. That thing's dead - for good." But the teenager would not calm down and began to scream.
Ashley's corpse, lying near him, began to stir. It crawled right for the unsuspecting runaway, but it swiped empty space.
"Look out!" called Beth, taking aim at Ashley's head and firing her M4. connecting and severely wounding it. Samantha also shot the creature in the head and blew it away.
Robert and Duke emerged from the trapdoor. Gary turned to them. "Glad you guys are here," he said. "There's a gas fire in the kitchen that's got to be contained and put out before it spreads. Someone needs to shoot this poor boy-" he indicated Dave's body, "in the head before he gets back up and tries to eat us. I'd do it, but it's kind of a waste of a rifle bullet. One of you guys got a pistol? Also, keep your eyes open. One of these things wasn't quite killed by the explosion, and there may be a few more."
On the T-Bone's rooftop-
Willie stood up and backed uneasily away from Tisha's corpse. "She was like a daughter to me..." he mumbled.
"Turn around," said Sally. Numbly, the old man complied. Sally then raised the Beretta and fired twice into the body's head. The eyes snapped open, bright and red, just before the bullets reduced her brain to mush. Tisha lay still for good. The nurse gripped Willie's shoulders and held him steady. "No, don't turn around. Best you don't see. Now let me look at your wounds."
David whistled when he saw Stephanie obliterate the ghoul's head. "I think I'm in love," he said, ejecting his clip and slapping a fresh one in.
"Take a number," said Bo, smiling at her. Not only is she smart and lovely, he thought, she kicks butt too!
"Hey, I've got this one covered," David said, taking aim at the zombie coming towards them from the road. "Why don't you go with the doc?"
"Good idea." Bo loaded a fresh shell into his shotgun as he returned to the hatch with Dr. Hausmann. "Stephanie sure is amazing."
"Ja, that's why I chose her as my assistant," said the doctor. "Not for her shooting skills, of course. She's had training, but I never knew she was so good. She's got a very keen mind and is a tremendous help in the lab. She figured out what zese things are and what powers zem all by herself." She examined Bo with a studious gaze. "I can tell you are attracted to her, and she likes you too. Zis is gut. I always told Stephanie she should get out more and find a nice man. Just don't let your emotions interfere with your duty." They arrived at the hatch, and she called down. "Zere is a ladder in ze garage! Please bring it here so we can get off ze roof!"
Rosie was close behind them. "Here I am," she said. "I gave David back his gun now that he's okay. I'm not sure where I can get another one. I'm not that good a shot anyway."
"If I'm going to be treating people," said Sally, "I won't be able to use this Beretta."
Bo nodded. "Maybe you should use it yourself, Doctor. You can hand it to Rosie if you're doing something else, and she can reload it for you."
"Once we get down and finish those monsters," said Mrs. Foo, "we should get guns and supplies if we can, then go to motel. The man downstairs say this place could collapse."
Underneath the T-Bone-
"Shouldn't you go up and help the others?" asked Lynne as she finished buttoning the girl's blouse.
"I need to stay here to protect you two," said Mitchell. "What if there are more of them down there and they come this way? Maybe Max could help upstairs, though. He can sniff them out and detect which ones weren't destroyed in the blast."
The dog's ears perked up at the mention of his name, and he started up the stairs, passing Randall on his way down with Azadeh. He put the unconscious woman down next to Bob. "She's going to make it," he said. "I better grab a gun and get back up there."
(OCC- A successful Medicine roll will awaken Azadeh, though she will still be at 2 HP until she heals naturally. Of course, the only people with Medicine are stuck on the roof at the moment.)
The girl sat on top of a crate and huddled over, burying her face in her hands and weeping. "My name's Lynne," said the waitress, sitting beside her and putting an arm around her. "What's yours?" The girl didn't respond. "Hey, you're okay now. The men who hurt you are dead. We're not going to let anything happen to you."
"She's been through hell," said Randall. "Obvious signs of post-traumatic stress. She needs more help than I can provide."
"Maybe Ashley can do something for her," suggested Lynne. "She's good at that sort of thing."
"Uh, I don't know how to tell you this...but Ashley can't help anyone any more."