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pheliskougra) wrote2011-09-29 05:57 pm
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The Last Stand
It's a dark stormy night might be a cliché in story-telling, but it's also stark reality now: the patter of heavy rain and the crack of thunder rousing you to conscience.
You are inside your sedan, face-first into the deployed airbag. Your chest hurts a little from the yanking of the seatbelt, but besides that minimal discomfort you seem uninjured.
The car is halfway into a ditch beside the road, the left-side light still on. The engine is stopped, and the whole of the car is askew, stuck in an odd angle. There's a crack on the windshield, passenger side, and the rain is washing off what seems to be blood.
You remember... a person, running into the road right in front of you. No time to stop, and you only had a glimpse before hitting the person, losing control of the car and crashing.
Probably you should do something about your current situation.
Who are you?
Why were you going to Union City?
You are inside your sedan, face-first into the deployed airbag. Your chest hurts a little from the yanking of the seatbelt, but besides that minimal discomfort you seem uninjured.
The car is halfway into a ditch beside the road, the left-side light still on. The engine is stopped, and the whole of the car is askew, stuck in an odd angle. There's a crack on the windshield, passenger side, and the rain is washing off what seems to be blood.
You remember... a person, running into the road right in front of you. No time to stop, and you only had a glimpse before hitting the person, losing control of the car and crashing.
Probably you should do something about your current situation.
Who are you?
Why were you going to Union City?
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There are guns, lots of shiny, shiny guns. She eyes the shotguns and rifles with a practiced eye.
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Ted gets to work, gathering a roll of rope and a big backpack. They will need you to shoot off the locks of the displays, and once that's done, the young man gathers a scoped hunting rifle, two revolvers, two shotguns, and then ammo.
A lot of it.
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bearzombie.Hm. Shotgun, rifle, crap-ton of ammo.....
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Ted will drag a table display under the air vent, and drag himself up and out with the rope. Then, the group can haul their 'supplies' up at their leisure, and stuff the backpacks full once they are on the roof again.
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Annabelle hauls herself up the rope and starts packing the backpacks. Every now and then though, she stops to take a quick glance all around the area.
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There's a half-dozen shamblers on the street: they don't seem to have noticed the group yet, but they surely will when the living climb down...
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It's not looking so good for team zombie....
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Then it's your turn while they provide cover. Damn, it seems more and more shamblers are coming to join the party.
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Annabelle just starts capping zombies, one after the other. It's almost monotonous, really.
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By then, Ted made his way down, and uses a rifle to help trim down opposition. Monica makes her way down and uses a shotgun on two zombies in the alley.
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Why is is always zombies, damn it!
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Hmm, Ted obviously has skill and experience with guns, since he manages to score neck and head shots fairly consistently. Monica goes for center of mass, and more often than not needs two shots to drop a zombie.
See, the shotguns also have only five shots, which means she needs to go for reload a lot.
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"Aim for the head!" Annabelle barks in Monica's direction. "Center mass only works if the damn things aren't already dead!"
And this has bee your Life Lesson for the day, kids!
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It's a good thing Annabelle happened into the scene, going alone Monica would be zombie chow quickly.
Coast's clear, for now.
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"Looks like we've thinned the herd for the moment," she says with a sigh.
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Monica takes her load of weapons and ammo too, ready to move.
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Except for the few zombies who don't shamble, but rather run, charge and screech. And a couple military zombies, wearing helmets still.
Yes, the noise they made attracted unwanted attention.
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Stupid zombies, stupid military, stupid messed up universe....
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You get to meet Ray Stevens, Jackson's neighbor, an older man who seems very calm and collected about the whole situation. A bit of conversation reveals he's a retired police officer.
While this, Monica's busy separating the things she will take (heavy revolver, shotgun, ammo, water, food), clearly intending to head out at once.
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Especially not with Monica's....lackluster gun skills.
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Not being out in the dark with the zombies, good idea.
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Yes, she is inviting herself along.
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Jackson will help pack, and tell about safehouses... HERC and the Military were going to secure some buildings with grating, steel blinds, reinforced doors, to be used as refuges for survivors. All are marked with the same symbol and should have beds, food, water and medical supplies. "Any radio you tune to AM 1200 or FM 100 will catch an HERC broadcast... it has been only a recording about staying indoors and waiting for rescue lately, but who knows?"
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