ICC- Zombie Apocalypse- At the Truck Stop

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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."
 
OOC ( I don't know the attack roll for the M-14, so - I will use the roll for the .308 Bolt-action that Luke uses for now.)

The Remains of the T-Bone Diner

Duke Readied his M-14. "I don't have a pistol, but this sould do just fine." as he shouldered the rifle. Flicking the safty off with his thumb, he Squeezed the trigger. Hitting Dave Right between the eyes. Dealing a large ammount of damage, splatering the corpses skull.

"Jesus." said duke, wiping the gore from his left hand, onto his pantleg.

Brownson Airport

Wallace took carefull aim at the zombie that was attacking Kimberly. centuring the weapon on the undead attackers cranium. Squeezing the trigger lightly, all of his consentration focused on hitting the creature, was met with a loud "BANG!". The shot was a solid hit.. The zombie fell to the ground, his head laying in splinters on the ground.. Wallace let a sigh of relief, as the critter hit the ground, dead.
 
OCC- Just a short update now to describe what Luke found. The major update won't come until later tonight.

IC-
On the T-Bone's rooftop-
Luke's search of the roof turned up nothing until he got to Tisha's body. Stuffed in her pockets, he found his .357 Magnum ammo that hadn't yet been fired - 93 rounds in all. The revolver itself lay nearby, but the barrel was bent in the most unnatural shape, twisted from the heat of the explosion. The grip was also burned, and the chambers were ruined. Even if he weren't a firearms expert it would have been obvious to him that it would never fire again.

Luke at least managed to find his coat and sleeping bag on the east side of the roof, where he had left them. They were far enough away that the explosion hadn't touched them.
 
On the Roof of the T-bone:
Alice asked around to find out what needed doing as she did not really feel like shooting because she saw no chance for her or anyone else.
Jim reloaded his gun and burst out into song singing the entire score of HMS Pinofore. As he did so he grabbed Alice and began to dance with her and then figuring what the heck kissed her on the mouth.
Alice slapped Jim and then went back to doing what she had been doing
 
OCC - Handy, it's hard to melt a wooden grip :p
does he find his coat or not btw?

IC -

On the T-Bone's rooftop -

"Motherfucker!" Luke mumbles examining his favorite revolver. Now it couldn't even be used as a goddamn hammer...

"Sayonara." he says as he chucks the gun over the edge of the roof. With some luck the mangled wreck might hit some freaking zombie square in the head.

The chuck reminds him of his slightly wounded shoulder and causes him to pause & inspect the damage beneath his clothes. If needed he'll pad it with a linen handkerchief. He then goes on salvaging any useful materials from the dead or that might be lying around. To his anger, he can't find his rifle at all.

"Seems like I got ample .357 ammo here, but no gun to shoot it. Anyone need a reload?" he asks as he continues his hunt.


Underneath the T-Bone -

Bob slowly pulls himself upright, coughing from the pain in his chest as he sits up straight.

"Hey, can anyone get me another weapon or a pistol?" he asks as he sees other lugging around rifles and submachine guns.
 
OCC- Thanks for posting up, guys. Jim doesn't have enough time to sing the entire score of HMS Pinafore, but he could at least get through some of it. :wink:

I edited my last post. I hadn't realized the gun had a wooden grip, but I changed it to say that it was burned instead of half-melted. Also, Luke did find his coat and sleeping bag on the east side of the roof where he had placed them earlier - I had forgotten about them. I rolled First Aid for Luke's bandaging efforts and he succeeded, so he's now at full health.

EDIT: Just read in the rules that only a Grapple can parry a Grapple, and that can only be done by someone empty-handed. Grapples can also be neutralized in the first round by a successful attack, which is what happened. Hand weapons can still parry a bite, which is very useful. I edited the description.

IC-
At Brownson's Airfield-
Kimberly fired at the approaching zombies, emptying her shotgun and missing badly. "I'm going to need more shells if this keeps up," she remarked. "Good shot, Wallace! You saved my butt!"

"I've got some ammo to spare if you need it," said Joe Barring, taking aim. He sent a blast their way, but he missed as well.

"Come on, guys," said Baldwin. "You can do better than this!" He emptied his revolver at one of the zombies' heads, One shot hit, but it stayed on its feet. "So can I..." He reached for more bullets in a hurried effort to reload.

Three walking zombies were now just 15 yards away, and the other was at 30 yards. The two running zombies had reached 60 yards now and were closing fast.

"Let's reload while we can," said Erica Spears, swapping out her mostly empty Beretta clip for a fresh one. Michael did the same with his Glock.

"Good thing we did," said Michael, pointing at the mass of ghouls coming towards them. "Some of those chaps are faster than the others!" Indeed, three of the creatures at the back of the pack had moved rapidly to the front and beyond. Two of them were just 60 yards off.

At the motel-
Stephanie fired twice more at one of the remaining two zombies, but her hands were shaking too much from the excitement and both shots missed. She shook her head, tried to steady her arms, and adjusted her aim. They were now just 20 yards from the motel.

Jenny Cooper reached the west side of the roof and peered out carefully over the tall grass, looking for any sign of more trouble.

Inside the motel room, Mr. Foo assumed a defensive stance as the ghoul rushed forward, wrapping its arms around his waist. He raised the muzzle of his MP-5 to its head and shot it twice. reducing its head to pulp. The thing released him, fell, and expired messily.

Ellen applauded wildly. "Wow!" she said. "That was amazing!"

Mr. Foo bowed slightly. "Thank you. Now we must go out to the balcony. Stay behind me - and bring Dr. Hausmann's computer, please." He pointed it out. "As long as we're going to the diner, we can return it. We'll also need the first aid kit, I'm sure."

In the ruined diner-
"I've actually still got the pistol Kimberly gave me," said Robert. He shrugged. "No biggie."

"It's all right now," Gary tried to reassure Jimmy, who was looking increasingly panicky. "There may still be a few left, but if you keep it together you can see them coming and shoot them first."

But Jimmy wasn't listening. He ran screaming towards the exit and outside, stepping on blown up zombies but getting past them without incident.

"Damn!" said Gary. "Someone stop that kid before he gets himself killed. I'm going to the garage. The ladder's there, and I remember seeing a couple of fire extinguishers too. We'll need them to fight that blaze, and I doubt we'll find a working one in the diner itself." They could feel the heat through the kitchen doorway, and half of the kitchen was already on fire. "Who's coming with me?"

Max bounded up the stairs and stood in the hallway, panting. He sniffed the air, clearly disturbed by something. He pointed a paw at one of the fallen zombies near the kitchen entrance and growled.

Beth was too distracted to notice this, as was Robert. Samantha, however, perhaps in more in tune with dogs than the others, instantly saw it. "Hey, I think the little guy's found something!" she said, pointing. "Yeah, that one's still moving!" She raised her rifle to her shoulder, shot the zombie in the head, and put it down. "Good job, boy!" She patted Max on the head, and he wagged his tail.

On the T-Bone's rooftop-
Luke managed to bandage his wounds well.

"I think the only other person up here with a .357 was Rita," said Bo. "Once we get down from here you could see if hers still works. Wallace also carries a .357, so you could ask him when he gets back. Thanks for the offer. I might need more shells later, but for now I'm good."

He turned to Alice. "If you want something to do, there are a few more of those things between here and the motel. David's got the closest one, but the others are almost at the motel. You're the only one with a rifle, so none of us can hit them. If you're not going to use it, I suggest you give it to someone else who can. I'm not bad with one, but I'm sure others are better."

"If you know first aid," said Rosie, "I'm still a little banged up. Sally's taking care of Willie already."

Sally tried to patch Willie up, but he wasn't being very cooperative. "Here," said Hausmann. "Let me help." She masterfully bandaged the old cameraman's wounds completely.

"Thanks, doc," he said.

"I guess I can hold onto the gun," said Sally. "I'm pretty good with it, it turns out." She went back to Alice, who still seemed shaken up. "Hey, it's going to be okay. We're not doomed. I realize the world won't ever be the same again, but it's one we can survive in. The important thing is to keep busy, so you don't dwell on it so much." She smiled at Alice, who seemed to be feeling better.

David fired two shots at the head of the zombie heading towards the diner, hitting with one and barely missing with the other. The creature reeled, but staggered onwards - heading right for Jimmy. It was only twenty yards away.

Underneath the T-Bone-
"Sure," said Mitchell. He grabbed one of the Colt M1911A1 pistols and a bunch of clips from a crate. He loaded the gun and handed it and the ammo to Bob. "There are plenty more clips in there if you need them. Glad you're starting to do better."

Randall grabbed an M-16 and several magazines, loaded the rifle, and headed back upstairs.

Lynne continued trying to comfort the girl, but she really couldn't do anything. The fact that Lynne was also shaken up only made matters worse. "I can't believe Ashley's gone..." she said.
 
The T-Bone Ruins

Duke wiped the blood from his left cheek, and looked to robbert with a smirk. "Its cool. I've got some rounds for this SOB... Anyone got a rag?" Said duke, to Robbert. "Why does this remind me of pig disections?" Duke asks with a smirk.

Upon Hearing Gary, he turned to Robbert. "Sould we help put that sunuva-bitch out?"

Brownson Airport

"Don't Mention it!" shouted wallace, taking aim once more, as the zombies approached. he centured the weapon on the cranium of one of the approaching zombies, and Squeezed the trigger. The slug hit the zombie in the centure of his skull.. The shot was a kill, and the zombie slumped to the ground, its head splattered. "I do what I can!" shouted Wallace.
 
OCC- Duke didn't need to roll Listen, since Gary was standing right next to him and he would have heard him no matter what. That roll is good enough that he does, however, hear moaning coming from the office. Robert also made his Listen roll below. Also, Wallace's shot is good enough to finish off the walker that Baldwin wounded, so that does actually count as a kill.

IC-
In the ruined diner-
Robert nodded. "Yeah," he said, "let's go, man. We'd better get the extinguishers in the garage first, though. I know that fire in the kitchen can't be fought with water - that would just make the flames flare up worse. There's bound to be a rag in the garage as well." When he stopped speaking, he cocked his head towards the office. "Did you hear that too? It sounded like moaning, coming from the office."
 
Ruins of the T-Bone

Duke looked to his feet, and responded to Robert. "Yeah. I was thinkin' the same thing about the extinguishers... I herd the moans. Fire, or office, man. Its up to you. "
 
Underneath the T-Bone -

"Thanks, but I won't be dancing a jig any time soon." Bob replies to Mitchell.

"I think you might want to prepare a small barricade. I don't know what has happened since the grenade clipped me, but I'm inclined to believe there are still zombies upthere, right?"


On the T-Bone's rooftop -

"Well, I could take a look." Luke answers Rosie "But I'm probably not as good as those girls. Still, it couldn't hurt to try I guess."
 
At Brownson's Airfield-
"We'd better reload fast!" said Kimberly to Baldwin and Wallace as she shoved two shells into her SPAS-12. "They're almost on us!"

"I hear you, sister," said Baldwin, slotting a pair of bullets into his Colt Viper. "I'm gonna be dry soon."

"Use my Ruger if you run out," said Joe Barring, firing his Mossberg at the two closest zombies' heads. The shot was slightly too high, and the two ghouls were now less than ten yards away, with another fifteen yards behind them. The runners were at forty yards and getting closer. "Ah, nuts!"

"Hang in there, guys!" called Erica. "Just another four minutes or so and we can lift off!" She fired two long range shots at one of the fast zombies, but they both missed.

Michael followed suit, firing three shots and scoring two solid hits and blowing its brains out. But the third bullet jammed his Glock. "Oh, bloody hell..." he muttered, working feverishly to clear it. The other nearby runner was now just forty yards away, but the third one was still thankfully distant.

At the motel-
"Come on," Stephanie said to herself, "people are counting on me!" She fired twice more, only to miss again. "What's wrong with me?" Both creatures were now only about a dozen yards away.

"Nothing at all!" called Mr. Foo as he emerged onto the balcony. "We're fine down here. If one more had gotten through, we'd both be dead. You just saved our lives!" Ellen Cody came out behind him and gasped again when she saw the damage at the T-Bone and clearly saw Charlie's corpse. "Charlie!" she screamed. "NO!" Despite the terrible shock, she had already been half-expecting this and her mind remained perfectly clear.

In the parking lot-
Jimmy ran screaming from the diner towards the only nearby building - the motel. He tried to steer around the wounded zombie in his path, but it moved to intercept him and tackled him to the asphalt, causing him severe pain.

In the ruined diner-
"The garage is right next to the office," said Robert, "and if any of them are in there they might come after us or get downstairs. We have to go to the garage anyway to get the extinguishers and the ladder, so let's go through the office."

Gary led the way into what was left of the office, the Marlin held ready. The moaning was coming from one of the creatures on the floor behind the remains of the desk. Its legs had been blown off, but it was dragging itself closer with its arms. Gary fired, hitting it in the head and destroying it. Another one lying on the floor just below the window turned at the sound of the rifle shot, but Robert shot it in the head with his M4. It was severely wounded, but it continued moving. "Care to finish it off?" he said.

Samantha carefully made her way through the main area of the diner towards the exit to go help Jimmy, but she didn't see anything threatening. Beth, however, did. "Look out!" she cried, raising her rifle and firing at the head of a twitching zombie in her path, but the shot was way off. Samantha turned and fired reflexively, also missing.

Unfortunately for the zoologist, the creature was close to her and was able to drag its broken body across the floor and reach her feet, but its feeble attacks were easy to avoid. Nevertheless, she recoiled screaming, though she recovered quickly.

Randall emerged from the stairway and into the hall, his M-16 at the ready.

On the T-Bone's rooftop-
"You did a fine job on yourself, sweetie," Rosie told Luke. "Thanks for the offer."

"You are welcome to help us," said Hausmann, applying pressure to the waitress's knee to stop the bleeding, but it was too difficult for her to do it with just one hand.

"Let me help," said Sally. With her help and the hunter's, Rosie was once again right as rain.

David shot at the zombie attacking Jimmy in the parking lot two more times, hitting it between the eyes and shattering its cranium. The trucker winked at Stephanie, who was too busy aiming to notice. Jimmy continued to lie screaming in the parking lot.

Underneath the T-Bone-
"Got most of the barricade done," said Mitchell. "Just waiting for the others to come back down and then we'll shove this stack of crates into place and move more stuff behind it. I think the bomb blew up most of them, but I guess there's still a few since there are still guns going off. Not too many, though, or people wouldn't have kept running back up there. I'm not sure what's going on up there. I came down here quite a while ago, before the grenade that got you even went off. You probably know more about the situation upstairs than I do."
 
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At the T bone roof:
Alice hands off the rifle to whoever wants it since she felt that she could not fire it in her condition.
Jim breaks off singing and goes around the roof to see if anyone needs first aid
 
Brownson Airport

As if something from an action-movie, wallice sheathed his knife, and released the cylender of his .357 with one fluid motion, and shuck the shells loose, while retrieving one of two speed loaders. The shells hit the roof of the truck, and rolled off onto the tarmac. he fitted the rounds over the cylender, and with a twist of his tumb and index finger, had loaded all six cylenders, and with one final flick of the wrist, the cylender was replaced, and weapon was ready for firing.

"Six more rounds on Stand-By!" shouted wallace, pocketing the empty speed loader, for future use.

The Ruins of the T-Bone Diner

Duke had fallowed Robert, and Gary. In Responce to Robbert, Duke takes cairfull aim at the severely wounded zombie's cranium, and squeezes the trigger of his M14. the round hit its mark, but only bechause of the care that was used, when squairing up the shot. The zombie slumped, its brains splattered on the wall behind it.
 
OCC- Handy- the frigeration units may have survived much of the damage as they are pretty tough structures. Unlikely that the electricity works- but the group might be able to hook up electricity from below.

IC- At the T-Bone-

The T-Bone is largely in ruins. Much of the building had been blown out by the blast and much of the front wall had collapsed leaving morter, debris and ruin everywhere.

But worries Gary is the weight on the roof and its instability.

Gary looked to Robert and Duke, "Boys, we need to try to get that ladder up and climb from the east side. I don't trust the north and south edges nor even the trap door entrance to move people. The east seems strongest, so try to get them people off the roof from there. And we need to get those gas fires put out."

Robert and Duke nod, "When we were down below we got an electric current turned on. There are lights working in the complex below." Says Robert.

"What kind of complex are we talking about?" Asks Gary.

"The sign says it was a detention center, but it looks old and abandoned. Then we found the girl... and the other thing. Don't know what they were doing down below or what happened to them."

"Well we can look after that later. But with those crates below and a complex there might be more supplies we can use." Says Gary.

Gary carefully moves away to what's left of the trap door and calls to those above to get their attention. When Haussman and Bo arrive he calls up to them. "We need to get you people off that roof before it comes down. The structure is weakened and could collapse at any moment. Stay off the West wall which seems to be the weakest and stay to the stronger east side. The North and South walls have both taken some structural damage. We're going to take you down off the west side."

"That ain't all. We got some kind of complex beneath this diner. We thought it was a fallout shelter but it looks more like a warehouse. Below that there is something else- a detention center."

"Either way we got wounded that need to be taken cared of. We also got electricity. Haven't had time to do a full inspection but we should do that soon. "

Haussman listening to this says, "Ya but I don't like us going underground."

Gary continues. "Well we could still try to move over to the Hotel but if we lost power here, chances are they lost most of their power there. Either way, we might be able to block up the entrance and hold off any attacks from there. There might be an alternative way in or out, but we won't know until we look. Might be possible to run up some wires to keep the frigeration on. "

"On thing for sure. If the rest of this roof comes down it will block up the entrance we have to the underground. So we're going to need to shore up at least part of the roof to keep it secure. That means we need to get you people off the roof as soon as possible."

"We got a lot of hurt people here and they need a doctor. While they are being helped I think we need to shore up our defense and prepare for another attack. Then we can think about what to do next."

Edit- made a goof with east and west walls, sorry.
 
OCC- There are also generators in David's truck. I'll give Duke that hit even though it was higher than his skill - the zombie was moving closer, and at that range he should get the point blank bonus.

IC-
At Brownson's Airfield-
"Let 'em have it!" yelled Kimberly, firing her shotgun again at the closest zombie. The blast was horribly wide.

"I got your back!" said big Joe Barring, shooting at the creature's head, but he missed by a hair.

Baldwin unloaded his two shots at it as well, hitting with one - barely, but the wounded ghoul kept coming. "We're screwed!" he cried.

The two slow movers finally arrived. One rushed Kimberly, and the other went after Wallace. The one attacking Kimberly sank its teeth into her right arm. Having just fired her shotgun, she had no chance to bring it up to fend off the creature. It tore through her tender flesh, ripping out a huge chunk. Kimberly screamed in anguish and terror. She just barely kept her grip on her SPAS-12, but not on her mind.

Fortunately for Wallace, he easily sidestepped the thing's clumsy lunge. The final walker was just 15 yards away, and the two runners were at 20 yards and would be upon them very soon.

(OCC- Wallace, roll Sanity with a +10 bonus. If you fail, you lose 1d10 Sanity points, but you do not go temporarily insane unless you lose 5 or more. Even then, if you fail an Idea roll you can trick yourself and can still act next round.)

Michael struggled with the Glock, but he could not clear the jam. "Blast!" he shouted. "Not now!"

"Just one more close by at our end," said Erica, tapping the Beretta's trigger twice as soon as the zombie reached thirty yards, hitting once and slowing it down. "I can handle it. Go help the others!"

Michael was reluctant to leave the woman on her own, but for some reason he could not refuse her. "Right," he said, rushing towards the truck while trying to repair his weapon.

At the motel-
Stephanie Bridges took a deep breath, focused her aim on the monster's head, and squeezed off another two shots, hitting squarely with one and dropping it like a bad habit. 'Oh, yeah!" she said. "That's more like it!"

"Good shot, Stephanie!" called Mr. Foo. "I've got the last one!" He fired twice at the horribly wounded zombie's skull, hitting both times and felling it.

Now that the bullets had stopped flying, Jenny Cooper cocked her head to one side and just heard something off in the distance to the west. "Do you guys hear that?" she called.

"I can't hear a thing!" replied Stephanie. "My ears are still ringing from all the gunshots."

"I hear it too!" said Ellen.

"As do I," said Mr. Foo. "It sounds like something beating the air. More than one something."

Suddenly, Stephanie felt very afraid. "Oh my God," she said. "I hope it's not those mosquitos..."

"Don't fret, my dear. I recognize the sound." Mr. Foo smiled with no small relief.

On the T-Bone's rooftop-
"Everyone!" called Bo. "This way!" He led the others to the diner's strongest wall to await the ladder. "Jim, I think everyone up here's been patched up. I still need that bullet out, but we can't do it up here and we'll need the doctor and the nurse. It sounds like there are others down there worse off than me, so that can wait."

"Is Bob okay?" asked Dr. Hausmann.

"He got hurt pretty bad," called Gary from below, "but he's one tough hombre. He'll pull through, with your help."

"Might be hard for him to fly in his condition," she said, following the State Trooper. "Then again, the chopper's in worse condition. We need the one from Brownson, and maybe a backup pilot."

"My husband," said Mrs. Foo, "he know how to fly helicopter." She went with the others to the strongest side of the roof.

David blew Stephanie a kiss after watching her latest marksmanship, then followed the rest of the people, bringing up the rear. His mind was on his truck, and there was something about it he was trying to remember, but he couldn't. "I hope my truck's not too badly damaged," he said.

"Hey!" said Rosie. "Don't you have a whole lot of lumber and tools in your truck? We could use that to shore up the roof!"

"Yeah! I've got generators in there too - if they still work."

"Luke and Jim," said Bo, "do either of you want to use Alice's rifle?"

"If not, I can use it," said Willie. "I'm a bit rusty, but I'm not too lousy a shot."

In the ruined diner-
Beth fired at the zombie attacking Samantha again, and this time it was close enough that she hit it, It wasn't the best of shots, but the thing had taken enough damage already that it ceased to function. "I think that's all of them," she said. "Hope so, anyway. You're safe now. Someone ought to go help Jimmy."

"I'm on it," said Samantha, her first aid kit in hand. She raced outside. Randall followed her.

"Okay," said Gary to Robert and Duke. "Let's get that ladder and those extinguishers." He led them through the office and into the garage. He easily located what they were looking for.

In the parking lot-
Jimmy continued to scream while lying on the ground. The fact that David's missed shot had narrowly missed him wasn't helping, but at least the bullet hadn't touched him. Samantha ran across the lot towards where he had fallen. "I'm coming, kid!" she said. "We're safe now!" Randall was close behind.

Underneath the T-Bone-
Mitchell opened up another crate, this one full of sneakers in various sizes that would normally sell for at least $200 per pair. Lynne took a pair and slipped them onto the catatonic girl's feet, then put on a pair herself, discarding her heels. "These are much better for running," she said. "Much cooler, too. I could never have afforded them." At least not without the five-finger discount, she thought.
 
OOC-thanks Mr. Handy. Pointblank is +5, 10, or 15?

Also, Wallace was atop a truck, but I'll assume it was a reach, and... well - go with the flow.

Wallace rolls 17 vs 65 sanity, at 1d100. Ignore the 1d10 roll, I.. uhh - wasn't thinking. Multi-tasking.

I.C.

Wallace remains Calm, Cool and Colected. His past experiances have conditioned him well. With a quick hand, he sticks out his arm, his weapon pointed at the head of the ghoul, his attacker, and squeezes the trigger. The round hit its mark, in the crown of the head. the round was suprisingly ineffective. "Fuck!" shouted wallace, reaching to his sheath, grasping the antler grip of his knife.
 
OCC- The point blank bonus is actually double your skill; the headshot penalty of -5 is applied afterwards. Wallace's skill is high enough that he only misses on a malfunction at point blank range (a .357 Magnum only malfunctions on a roll of 100). I've been playing that impales occur based on your effective skill, so in this case a 19 or less would be an impale.

Wallace was not on top of the truck. I looked back through the story again, and though he attempted to climb up the truck early on, I rolled Climb for him when you hadn't rolled before my next post, and he failed the roll and was still on the ground. Joe Barring also attempted to climb during a brief lull in the battle, but he failed too. Wallace was reloading at that time, I believe. I also thought the whole point of holding the knife in his off-hand was in case he engaged in melee. It doesn't matter now, since the zombie missed anyway.

Being on top of the truck would keep you safe from zombie attacks, but would complicate your escape. To get down, you would need to roll Climb again. A failure would still put you on the ground since you'd fall, but you would be injured and vulnerable. You would be unable to access other weapons from the top of the truck (an issue since Wallace is now down to 11 bullets). Baldwin could drive the truck if he survives, but this would have been risky for anyone on top of it. And if Baldwin didn't survive, Wallace could have been trapped on top of the truck. There are only a handful of zombies there now, but fifteen more are walking towards the chopper. Once it takes off and is out of range, they would go after the truck. Wallace doesn't have enough ammo to stop all of them.

The Sanity roll results above had the wrong link, but I found the correct one: http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=751600 - this was more than enough to succeed, even without the +10 bonus.

This is just a short update to deal with Sanity effects. Everyone at the truck needed to roll Sanity at this point, not just those attacked. Michael will make his roll next round, when he arrives.

IC-
At Brownson's Airfield-
Kimberly winced in agony. Her arm felt like it was on fire, and she began to feel queasy, though the trauma kept her from realizing the full importance of what all of this meant.

Joe Barring kept his cool, but only just. Baldwin was also on the very verge of madness, but his inner resolve and that of his companions kept him steady.
 
On the T-Bone's rooftop -

OCC - the rifle is that .444 Marlin Rifle? better give it to Luke then... he won't waste such powerful ammo. (how much rounds are left for it btw?)

"I'll take the rifle" Luke answers "I prefer high calibre bullets over pellets."

"As for fixing up the diner, well, keeping the access to the basement up is important, but remember the diner itself is undefendable now."

Luke takes a good look at the surrounding area with his binoculars as the others line up to evacuate the roof and will be the last to leave the roof.


Underneath the T-Bone -

Bob grunts as he tries to get up, but feels he shouldn't be pushing himself and slumps back down. Instead he quickly checks the pistol he received, chambers a round & pops in a fresh clip.
 
OCC- The rifle Alice was using was Charlie's Winchester '94; Gary has the .444 Marlin. The Winchester is a lever-action .30-30 (2d6+4 damage), and it has a base range of 90 and a malfunction number of 99. It is fully loaded with a 6-round clip, and there are another 84 rounds left (6 of those rounds are in two different clips, one with 4 and one with 2). Also Bob still has his Beretta and its ammo. He passed a Luck roll, so Gary picked it up and left it downstairs with him. The last post in the character thread lists everyone's current guns and ammo, shows how many rounds are currently loaded into each weapon, and also lists checked skills. I update it frequently. You can find it here: http://www.nma-fallout.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=358634#358634

You may have noticed some of the links in my recent posts have been to sound effects located at www.sounddogs.com - I edited in one for the explosion as well. Welsh mentioned that they made his computer go nuts when he tried them, so if this is a problem for you don't click on those particular links (you can hover the mouse cursor over a link to see where it leads without clicking it). I only included one sound effect in the current post - the approaching helicopters.

EDIT: Added Michael's Sanity roll, which I had forgotten. Looks like our best shrink went nutty.

IC-
At Brownson's Airfield-
Enraged, Kimberly fired her last shell right into the face of the zombie that bit her and took it down.
Joe Barring shot the one attacking Wallace in the head and dispatched it.

Baldwin hurriedly loaded a single bullet into his revolver and fired at the head of one of the zombies running towards them, narrowly missing. Michael reached his side, having finally unjammed his Glock 17.

The running zombies arrived, one attacking Michael and the other going after Kimberly. The one on Michael came close, but he adroitly avoided its grasp. Kimberly was almost bitten again by the other, but it tripped and fell. The last walker was only eight yards away.

Michael recoiled in shock when the ghoul attacked him and froze in terror, his mind unable to cope.

Back at the helicopter, Erica Spears fired two shots at the head of the zombie she had just wounded. Both shots struck home and slaughtered it. The last runner was now 60 yards from her, and the walkers were moving too slowly to concern her. "Two minutes, people!" she called. "Get ready to fall back to the chopper if you want to be on it!"

At the motel-
Stephanie rolled her eyes after the horny truck driver turned his back and walked away. The guy had been hitting on her earlier, and he just didn't seem to quit. Still, she was a bit flattered by the attention.

Jenny peered off to the west in the direction of the sound she had heard, but she couldn't see anything. Stephanie had better eyesight, and could just see three helicopters approaching in the distance, one well ahead of the other two. She cheered, elated. "They're choppers!" she shouted. "Three of them! When I was talking to Major Andrews what seems like ages ago I asked for backup. Looks like the cavalry is finally coming!" She ejected her partially spent clip and replaced it with a new one.

"A very apt comparison," said Mr. Foo, "especially considering that Warren was originally a cavalry base." He sheathed his sword and swapped out his nearly empty magazine for a fresh one.

Ellen Cody handed him the computer and frowned. "I'm not so sure this is for the best," she said. "For my people, when the cavalry came, it was usually bad news." She ducked back into the room and retrieved the other computer and the first aid kit, then followed her employer downstairs.

On the T-Bone's rooftop-
Everyone gathered on the east side of the roof could now hear the approaching helicopters. Those with better vision, including Luke with his binoculars, could see them off in the distance, flying over the Nebraska plains:
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"Yes," said Bo, "we should definitely go to the motel once we get down. It's much easier to defend and it won't collapse on us. Those of us who are injured can be better treated in a nice, clean motel room. Doctor, you'll go first once the ladder is ready. Then I'll follow you. Jim, you should come with us too. We must make sure she's protected at all times."

"Ja," said Dr. Hausmann. "Stephanie's there with the computer, as well. Very good thinking on her part to call for backup - and she convinced them to come, too! She's always been good at persuading people to do what she wants, but she is even more capable than I imagined. Perhaps we can even get a ride to Omaha on one of zose helicopters."

"I'm not so sure they'll be willing to spare one," said Bo. "The best we can hope for is that they'll give us the fuel we need, but even that's a stretch. I know I'd do anything Stephanie asked, but I think they have their own reasons for coming here. The military's got its hands full today, and they won't invest their resources lightly."

"I'd like to go to the motel too," said David. "I wouldn't mind seeing her again."

"My car okay," said Mrs. Foo. "Windows broken, but it still drive because I park at garage. I give us all ride." She thought for a second, and realized that the choppers were probably sent to secure her husband's communications gear so it would remain in contact with Warren AFB.

"I'll go wherever the wounded are," said Sally, exchanging the Beretta's magazine for a full one. David did the same with his Sig Sauer.

In the ruined diner-
Max the dog sniffed around, but didn't find anything unusual. "Looks like there aren't any more," said Beth. "If there were, you'd have found them." She headed outside to check on Jimmy.

Gary carried the ladder outside and headed for the diner's east wall while Robert and Duke got the extinguishers. "Let's get back to the kitchen," said Robert heading off at a run.

In the parking lot-
Randall began to treat Jimmy, who was still writhing in pain. Most of the pain was in his head, but it was no less painful for that. Even though he wasn't cooperating, Randall managed to patch him up fully.

"Looks like you've got that well in hand," said Samantha. She turned around and saw Beth emerge. "Shall we head to the east side and help with the ladder?"

Underneath the T-Bone-
"You've got your old pistol too," Mitchell told Bob, pointing at a crate next to him with the Beretta lying on top. "Gary picked it up when he pulled you out of the diner and left it there for you. Good thing, too, or it would've been destroyed when the bomb went off. I think the shooting's stopped." He called up the stairs. "Hey, everything okay up there?"
 
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