pheliskougra | 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?

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aeons_crackshot

Annabelle eyes the position of the sun. "We'd best put some speed on if we want to be sure we get where we're going before it gets dark."

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pheliskougra

Monica totally agrees with that. She'll redistribute some ammo for Kelly to carry, and lead the way at a faster pace.

Ten blocks ahead (and about the same number of zombies) they turn into the 8th Avenue, and Monica points out the apartment buildings block far ahead. "Brookvale Heights." Still a ways to go, but -probably- the group can make it there before sunset.

You likely notice a building (Plenty Phone), reinforced much like Jackson's house, and marked with the 'safe' symbol.

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aeons_crackshot

"Do you want to check that building out first?" Annabelle asks, gesturing toward the fortified building.

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pheliskougra

Monica pauses, glances one way and the other, then nods. "Quickly. We can spend the night at the apartment, and then double back here in the morning."

Opening the place is simple, Jackson having demonstrated how to operate the external lock system.

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aeons_crackshot

Annabelle nods. She'll keep an eye out for trouble while they get the door open.

Paranoia, what paranoia?

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pheliskougra

Paranoia's the wing beneath your wings.

Monica quickly opens the 'cage' protecting the entrance, and Kelly slips in after the other woman.

For now, things seem quiet.

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aeons_crackshot

Annabelle slips in after them, still on full alert.

Better paranoid than undead, as it were.

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pheliskougra

The inside is a bit dark, but never fear: on a table near the entrance there are lanterns and batteries. Further in, a dozen sleeping bags, then piles of MRE's and bottled water, medical supples, four shotguns and a good stock of ammo.

At the very back, six chemical toilets.

All the comforts of home.

Monica gives a satisfied sigh and nod. "Yeah, looks like a good place where we could retreat."

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aeons_crackshot

"Definitely." "Now we've just got to get your fellow out of whatever mess he's stuck in."

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pheliskougra

"Roger better not be in any messes." Monica frowns, heading to the exit again.

Kelly takes just long enough to slip two water bottles into her bag, before going after the other woman.

From:

aeons_crackshot

"Well, we are all smack in the middle of a zombie attack," Annabelle points out.

She follows the other two to the exit.

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pheliskougra

Outside, you see the sun going down on the west. Only a couple hours of daylight more.

There are dead-dead corpses on the street, crashed cars, rubble, hastily made barricades. Piles of burned bodies still smolder, empty gun cartridges litter spots here and there, all signs speaking of fierce battle.

Monica is already rushing ahead some, impatient and reckless, worry for her husband cutting on her survival instincts.

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aeons_crackshot

Annabelle doesn't curse, much, when Monica rushes ahead. She just grumbles and picks up her own pace a bit.

Maybe the zombies in this area are already re-dead?

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pheliskougra

Is it any surprise that a zombie jumps out of an alley and attacks Monica?

Most likely not at all.

Is it any surprise this is not a shambler, but a quick-moving walking corpse that is armed with a two-by-four, and plenty able to to use to whack the woman out of balance and off her feet?

Is it a surprise the way the zombie screeches at its intended victim, acting more like a cunning predator than like a flesh-eating drone?

Finally, is it a surprise how Kelly drops into a crouching position for stability, takes aim with both hands and taps Mr. Armed Zombie with a bullet to the head, sending it tumbling away from Monica?

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aeons_crackshot

Now, on the other hand, is the perfect time for cursing.

Annabelle has never run into 'smart' zombies before, and she would much rather have kept up that record, thank you.

The tumbling zombie gets another bullet or two to the head to make sure it will no longer be a problem. (There is no such thing as overkill, there is only 'open fire' and 'I need to reload'.)

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pheliskougra

A very good idea, splattering the thing's head completely, it was already trying to get up.

Kelly curses loudly, and shoots at two more feral zombies coming out of the alley: one carrying a tire iron, and another, holy crap, a cleaver!

From:

aeons_crackshot

"I do not get fucking paid enough for this," Annabelle grumbles.

Tire Iron and Cleaver can get what Two by Four got, with extra lead.

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pheliskougra

Well, you're not actually being paid for this at all.

Which fits well with the 'not enough' part.

Between you and Kelly, the zombies are easy to dispatch: feral does not mean particularly smart. And now Monica has a new chance to learn caution.

From:

aeons_crackshot

"What the HELL is going on here?" Annabelle asks no one in particular. "Those were a hell of lot smarter than they should have been."

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pheliskougra

Kelly shakes head, helping Monica stand. "I have no idea, but I gave up hoping it's a nightmare." Monica's rather shaken by the experience, murmuring a 'thanks'.

"We need to find a safe spot for the night, I don't want to be out here with those things in the dark."

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aeons_crackshot

"How far are we from your apartment, Monica? Think we can make it before dark?"

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pheliskougra

Monica's still a lot shaken by the close call (and obviously her shoulder is very much sore from the blow she received). "We.... yeah, we should. It's the last building on that block, overlooking the park." She points ahead, and you can estimate an hour or so of brisk walking.

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aeons_crackshot

"Let's get going, then," Annabelle says with a reassuring smile.

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pheliskougra

Monica does not seem much reassured, but starts again. Kelly's definitely skittish, warily eying every corner and alley and side street they pass.

A few more zombies, of the common shambler type, show up attracted by the gunshot sounds, but are easily to dispatch or avoid. The sun's starting to disappear under the horizon already when they reach the building and come across a (demolished) barricade. Dead-dead corpses are scattered around, shot, hacked, gnawed on.