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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2010 20:15:24 GMT -6
C & B. Weapons are of utmost priority.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2010 20:33:38 GMT -6
It won't let me modify my post for some reason so I'm changing my vote to B & A. There are bound to be weapons at the police station, and they can endure a slight bit of discomfort to avoid the danger of attempting to reach the truck.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2010 20:40:44 GMT -6
"Well, here is how I figure things," Michael started as he finished up the last of his second soda, "The police station is our best bet. If someone is there, they might be able to help us, and there might be some safe place. If there isn't, maybe we can at least get an idea about the situation in the city and the best route to take." "If not, maybe they at least left a few guns." Carrie added in somberly. "Right..." Michael paused, taking a glance towards Carrie, who sat staring at the empty bag before her. "As far as a car goes, I think we should just take Veronica's. It won't hold a lot more, and I'd much rather have the power of the truck, but it's a lot closer. And while we might get lucky, I don't really like the chances on someone leaving their keys in the vehicle." While no one was particularly sure about how sound the advice was, they were glad to have someone taking charge to some extent. "Any arguments?" Michael added, looking to the group. Everyone shook their head. "Alright then. We stayed here long enough, let's get go." He didn't enjoy being a leader in such a desperate situation, but he knew that just sitting around waiting was likely to get them all killed. At least now they had a goal and direction. The group of five climbed down the back of the truck. Michael looked up, the sound of a helicopter grabbing his attention. It flew overhead, passing over the parking garage, slowing as it did. The helicopter shook violently, dipping down quickly. Michael thought for sure it would crash into the rooftop. His fear was alleviated as it rose once again into the sky, continuing towards its destination. "I hope you are alright," Michael thought to himself. Veronica seemed to sense his thoughts. "I'm sure she is fine," she said, placing her hand on his arm, "After all, she had a SWAT member with her. Those guys are trained for all sorts of things." He held back the urge to mention that this was a situation no one could train for. Eric grabbed their attention as he scooped up a broken board and held it at the ready. With a great whoosh, he swung the wood through the air several times. "Hey, it's better than nothing." No one could disagree with that. Everyone grabbed whatever was around that could work as a weapon in a bind. Another piece of wood. A rusty pipe. A heavy brick from one of the buildings damaged by a car. Michael held his revolver at ready, just in case.
The survivors crept towards the parking garage, an echo of intermittent groans and gasps from the zombies inside keeping them on edge. While the first floor did have a fair number of them, there didn't actually seem to be a particular cluster of the creatures. In fact, the ramp continuing up seemed all but clear. "What? There were way more of them when I checked," Eric said, as if anyone would disbelieve his earlier claim. "Well, we had better take advantage of it while we can." Michael turned to face the group. "If anyone wants to stay here they can. I can grab the car and pick everyone up." "I don't think so," Veronica shot back. "We just got back together, I'm not about to risk losing you again." Everyone seemed in agreement, not wanting to thin their numbers. "Ok then. Let's go." The group stood up and picked up their pace, moving quickly into the parking garage entrance. It seemed a good number of the creatures were of 'softer' variety, their skin hues of purple. As they moved forward, it seemed as though the zombies were looking in no particular direction; some stood near cars, staring blankly, while others were only inches from a wall, and others still seemed to look upwards, their heads swinging about to one side and the other. In an instant, however, things changed. A great number of the cursed souls turned, their haunting milky-white eyes staring directly at the group. "Shit," was all Eric could manage to say. The groans became more violent and numerous, as if the mass was trying to scream, or perhaps call to others of their kind. The group rushed up the slope, turning about the corner quickly in order to ascend the next ramp. "Ahh!" Veronica screamed as she took the corner first, nearly running into one of the zombies. His head lay to one side, its mouth opened as it lunged forward. Crack!Eric's board slammed into the beast's neck, sending it falling over. Watching the board snap as it connected, Eric didn't hesitate. With the sharp splinters of the remaining section facing down, he thrust it into it's face, blood flowing across the concrete floor. He lifted it out, tearing much of the creature's flesh as he did so before slamming it back down. In one quick motion he rose back to his feet and continued up the ramp, grabbing the stunned Veronica's hand and pulling her along. As they reached the third floor, the number of zombies increased drastically. Many seemed to actually be continuing up, though several turned their attention towards the group as the approached. Eric grimaced. "Damn, this is where they all went." With the ramp full, Michael thought it would be a prime time to use his gun. Taking aim, he pulled the trigger, being sure he was clear off his friends. Boom!While he knew it was powerful, Michael wasn't ready for the strength of the gun. His arm flew up, nearly hitting himself in the face as he stumbled backwards into his sister. Despite the unexpectedly powerful kick, the bullet connected. The zombies head simply exploded in a shower of blood, brains, and fragments of skull. The deadly projectile continued on, tearing through three more of the creatures, leaving one with its arm barely hanging on, the other two dropping as the shot passed through their leg and ankle. Everyone was stunned at the power momentarily, but quickly jumped back into action as Carrie charged ahead, swinging the pipe wildly side to side, knocking down several of the undead bodies, drenching herself in a coat of crimson blood. She cried, disgust and fear fighting for dominance as she ran up the ramp. The others followed behind quickly, Michael stomping hard on several of the downed zombies as they went. Veronica put her arms around Carrie, nurturing as a mother would. "It's ok, it's ok. We are almost there." The next ramp was mostly clear of the beasts, which was a relief to the crew. Running up the final ramp, reaching the fourth floor, Veronica literally jumped with excitement. "There it is! My car!" The car was completely devoid of nearby zombies. As the group began running towards the vehicle, their attention was grabbed by a man's voice. "Hey, help! Over here!" It looked like another member of the SWAT team. An assault rifle and a pistol lay several feet in front of him. He was backing up slowly towards the corner of the garage, scooting on his butt. His legs were both seriously injured, a painted streak of blood brushed across the floor from the ramp leading up to his current position. This seemed to be what the creatures were after all along. They were closing in on him, their numbers thick. It was obvious he would die if left alone. What will Michael do?A. Suggest they drive the car to him. There is a large number of zombies, however. It could lead to the vehicle getting hung up on corpses or otherwise damaged. B. Suggest they leave. The man is injured and they can't risk it. C. Offer the man a way out before leaving. Throw the gun to him allowing him to use the last bullet to end his life. D. Try to charge in and save the man on foot. It will involve charging through a large number of the creatures, but will leave the vehicle ready and in perfect condition. (Optional: Take others with you to help and/or try to reach the assault rifle/pistol and use it to help him) E. Try to get the assault rifle and pistol, but leave the man to die. F. Other
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Status: Desires to save the man, but worried about friends
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Glock Pistol (empty), Revolver (1 bullet), Cell Phone
Group: Faatina, Eric, Veronica, Carrie
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Post by Tbone on Aug 31, 2010 21:10:12 GMT -6
A, it's the safest option FOR NOW. I'll try to think of something better later.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2010 0:12:16 GMT -6
E, the man may be infected if he's that bloodied.
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Post by Kong The Jester on Sept 2, 2010 16:47:45 GMT -6
E.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2010 23:25:10 GMT -6
There were too many zombies to take on. Even with the guns. The man wouldn't be able to walk, and the car could take some serious damage. Not to mention the fact that the convertible might allow the creatures to harm the passengers inside. In his moment of indecision, he saw Eric pass through his field of vision. Shoving a group of the zombies down, he climbed over them and grabbed the assault rifle. He attempted to reach the pistol as well, but soon the mass of zombies covered the area. "Eric!" Michael yelled. His friend's red hair could be seen amongst the crowd as he made his way back. Luckily, most of the zombies seemed more focused on the easy meal. Maybe it was the blood and open wounds, or maybe not, but it allowed Eric to escape unscathed. Michael still looked towards the injured man as the car pulled up with the rest of the group. "Michael," Eric said to garner his attention. Michael was so focused that he jumped, startled from the voice. "Listen man, there are a lot of people out there. We can't save them all. Let's go." He still seemed hesitant, but his sister grabbed him and pulled him into the car. Veronica steered the car down the ramp, skidding her tires as she went. Circling as quickly as she could before heading down the next ramp, only a relatively small number of the creatures in the way. She tried her best to avoid them, but it was an impossible task. A few bounced off the bumper, falling harmlessly to the side. One fell down, the car ramping off the body, gaining slight air as it traveled down the ramp. It hit the ground with a hard thump, followed up momentarily by the screeching of metal against concrete. As the car drove out the parking garage exit, a familiar name could be heard, cried out by the SWAT member before being replaced with his death cries. "Owweeeeen!"
Michael felt sick to his stomach. First the man he left in the elevator, and now the man in the parking garage. He knew inside that he obviously couldn't save everyone. He was just one person, and no one could be ready to deal with something as horrific as this. Still, he couldn't help but feel guilty. The roads were littered only with abandoned vehicles, most smashed into buildings, telephone poles, or other cars. A number of the buildings still had lights on, though if anyone was inside they were keeping quiet. Given the situation, the ride went smoothly. An occasional bump as she was forced to drive over something, or a slight detour off a side road or onto a sidewalk, but a fairly uneventful trip.
The group's long silence was finally broken as Veronica slowed the car to a halt. "This is it." The survivors slowly climbed out of the convertible, taking their time to go up the stairs. Each of them felt the same. They wanted desperately to enter the police station, be given a way out of this hell, and to have everything work out for the best. But each and every one of them also had a gnawing fear. What if everyone was dead? What if the entire country was in a state of pandemonium? Still, there was nothing to do but find out. Pushing the doors open, the group was met with silence. There was a large receptionist desk standing before them, a computer's monitor illuminating the desk. "Well, so much for the warm welcome," Eric said with a frown. "Now what?" Coming as somewhat of a surprise, Faatina spoke out first. "I could always check the computer, see if there are any notices or anything." Veronica nodded. "Yeah, there could be something. We might also want to check the rest of the station out. There could still be someone here." "Or guns." Carrie added. What should they do?A. Stay in the main room for now and have Faatina check the computer for clues. B. Explore the rest of the police station as a group, hoping to find weapons or survivors. C. Split the survivors up and do both. D. Other If, C, who will explore the station? (the rest will stay at the desk)A. Michael B. Eric C. Veronica D. Faatina E. Carrie
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Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Glock Pistol (empty), Revolver (1 bullet), Cell Phone
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Sept 2, 2010 23:35:27 GMT -6
B, strength in numbers seems to be the key theme thus far.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2010 23:36:45 GMT -6
B. I'd rather not leave anyone behind and the computer can always wait, it's not like it will sprout legs and walk away.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2010 12:48:30 GMT -6
"We probably should check around to see if anyone else is here. I think our best bet is to stick together and look around." The group agreed, and soon they made their way through the closest door. Eric read the sign aloud. "Employees only." Passing through the doors, they were greeted with the precinct's office. A number of desks were scattered about, each with their own computer. Most of them were adorned with photos of the officer's family as well as other personal items. Michael looked over at Carrie, who was noisily searching drawers. "What are you doing?" "Look," she said with pistol in hand, "I found a gun." Veronica seemed worried. "Hey, if there is a gun in the drawer, maybe the officer is still here." "Or maybe he called off sick. Look, I think they will understand. We can always give it back if we see the man." It made sense. They needed something to defend themselves with. Several slams were heard beyond a thick, steel door. Holding cells was written across the door in bold, black letters. A single, tiny window allowed Michael to see an empty desk within. The banging continued, followed by a scream. It didn't sound like a death cry, but instead one of frustration. Eric stated the obvious. "Someone is still alive in there." "Well, you wanted to find survivors," Carrie said with a raised brow. Michael nodded, though from the doors unmistakable purpose, he expected the worst. Still, he pushed the door open and walked in. The room consisted basically of a long hallway with cells on either side. A small part of the room near the entrance was partitioned off, heavy metal bars severing the outside world from the prisoners inside. A desk with a number of monitors sat on their side of the room. What caught the group's attention first, however, was the body at the end of the hall. It appeared to be a heavy-set officer, laying down on the ground, a pool of blood beneath him. In the nearby cell, Michael could make out hands reaching desperately to grasp the man. "Great - more zombies." The hands stopped moving at his voice. Then, several voices responded at once. "Hey, wait!" "We're not monsters!" "Hey let us out!" "You can't leave us here!" "Take a look," Faatina said as she pointed to the screens. The monitors displayed the views of the various security cameras. All but two of the cameras showed nothing of interest. The camera at the end of the hallway showed the officer. It was clear that he was dead, though he didn't appear to have been attacked by zombies; it was far too clean of a death for that. Another camera showed inside of the nearby cell. Four men were clustered around the bars, shouting down the hall towards the survivors. They were all muscular men adorned with numerous tattoos. "What should we do about them?" Veronica wondered aloud. Carrie didn't have to think about it. "I say we leave them. Besides, they are probably safer there than out here, and we are probably safer, too." "Guys..." Eric said in a hushed, uneasy voice, "We have a problem." Michael turned and saw him pointing towards the doorway. "Shit!" Veronica cursed quietly. It seemed while they were looking around a great many of the creatures creatures had began to enter the precinct. Their loud, easy to identify groans, seemed to be replaced by silence. These zombies also seemed more progressed, their entire bodies hues of green, purple, and some even with a few patches of black. Soon, a new 'feature' of the creatures made its way underneath the door. A putrid odor. Michael's nose burned, the stench of death overwhelming his senses. Carrie, unable to control herself, vomited on the floor. This caused a chain reaction, first with Eric, and then Veronica, also puking. Michael could barely hold it together himself, the stench of the undead coupled with the sickening sound of the others losing their vending-machine breakfasts testing his willpower. Michael could still hear the prisoners yelling and screaming. It seemed the zombies were making their way towards the holding cells. Was it because of the noise? Or perhaps the smell of flesh? Or maybe the dead body? He didn't know, but they were closing in, the police station becoming filled with the creatures. Michael needed to act soon before they were trapped inside. What will Michael do? (Select a letter, then an associated number)A. Try to quiet the prisoners 1. Inform them of the situation, hoping they will be quiet 2. Free them if they agree to stay silent 3. Shoot them. It isn't quiet, but they can't object. B. Get everyone ready and charge towards the main exit. 1. Take the assault rifle from Eric and use it to fire at the creatures 2. Conserve ammo, using whatever you can along the way 3. Free the prisoners, asking for their help to escape C. Flee the holding cells, but try to find another exit. The police station hasn't been explored, and there surely has to be another way out. 1. Run out, looking for an exit, wasting no time 2. Try to find a map or some indication of where to go first D. Hunker down and wait. The zombies won't likely be able to get the door open, and they might eventually leave or lose interest. May select up to 3 1. Check the officer. 2. Speak with the inmates. 3. Speak with... (specify who; each person takes 1 choice) 4. Check the computer. E. In an act of desperation, 'free' the prisoners at gunpoint, forcing them into the zombie-infested station. Use them as a distraction in hopes of making it to the exit. F. Other
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Status: Worried about prisoners; more worried about influx of zombies
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Glock Pistol (empty), Revolver (1 bullet), Cell Phone
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Sept 3, 2010 14:21:49 GMT -6
A 1, but possibly using the promise of freedom as a bluff. They have no way of knowing if Michael and the others are lying.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2010 15:08:40 GMT -6
A 1, I can't see any other choice concerning the prisoners besides this ending decently. But while waiting for them to quiet, ask them what has happened to all the officers, surely they had a defense mounted before something went wrong?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2010 0:51:02 GMT -6
Michael looked at the others. "I don't know if those things can hear, but we better shut those guys up." Eric looked at him, a worried expression on his face. "I better come, too." "No, you have the big gun. Stay here in case something does happen. Don't worry, I won't get too close to them." Michael didn't wait for answer as he walked towards the gate. He wondered if he would have to be buzzed through, but the door was slightly ajar. Sliding it open, he made his way towards the back of the hallway, staying against the opposite wall of the prisoners. As he got close enough to the guard, he saw the cause of death. Two bullets - one to the chest and one to the head. "Hey, are you letting us out of here?" the man near the front asked. He was bald, except for the thin handlebar mustache that surrounded his scowl. The others stood behind him, sharing an equally unhappy look. "We might be able to help you, but we need your help, too." "Sure, give us a gun," one of the lackeys responded. "No, not with that. There are a lot of those things out there, and we need everyone to keep it quiet for a bit." "So now you are bossing us around, huh?" "No, no. We just all want to make it out of here alive." He paused only for a second. It seemed another one of the men were about ready to respond, and Michael doubted it would be anything helpful. Instead of waiting, he decided to question the men about what happened in the station. "Did any of you guys see what happened to the officer here?" "Oh, so you just suspect it was one of us, eh?" The leader flashed a grin. "No, it isn't that, I -" The men stopped his explanation with laughter as they enjoyed watching Michael fumble with his words. "The man is just out of our reach, of course we saw what happened to him. Do you think he died earlier, and then we decided to hide in this cell?" "Fine, I get it. Stupid way to ask. Then tell me, what happened to him? And do you know about anything else that happened in the station?" "We know that the officers all but abandoned us here. The man, Jefferies, who sat at that table said we were safer here. At first, an officer was talking to him about a suspected attack - a cannibal attack. They laughed it up at first; just another crazy night, he had said. But then more reports came in. Before the night was over the officer came in to tell Jefferies that only Sheila, who I assume is the secretary, and Hank would be the only ones left in the station for a while, as calls were coming in left and right." "I guess Owen was right. The entire station was out with calls." Michael whispered to himself. Michael couldn't be sure, but he thought the man grinned. "Anyway, eventually Jefferies musta decided it wasn't worth sticking around with the whole city going crazy. I never heard from Sheila, so she likely did the same. As for Hank, well," he said, nodding his head towards the corpse, "At least he tried to let us out. A shame what happened to him." He still never gave an answer about the officer's death. "And what exactly was it that happened?" "Your turn to scratch. You let us out, and I'll tell you." Michael didn't trust the men. They were in a cell, after all. "Listen, my friend is working on the computer. I think she has to find the password, or" Michael was getting flustered. Apart from a little white lie, he wasn't used to bending the truth, let alone flat out ignoring it. "Do you think we are idiots just because we are in jail? Hank had the damned keys with him. Pick them up and open this cell." The veins covering the man's muscular body bulged, his face turning red with anger. "Well, I-" A loud thud, followed by another. Michael looked down the hallway and saw Eric and Carrie pressed up against the door. "What's goin' on?" the final minion hollered. Eric looked back at Michael. "Those things are putting all their weight against the door. I don't think we can hold it!" Michael started towards them. "Well, lock it?!" Eric rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we tried that! It doesn't seem to lock from inside." "What?" "Maybe it is a security measure in case prisoners escape and try to hold up in here, or maybe it's just broke, I don't know!" He moved his shoulder slightly, positioning himself better to hold the door closed. Michael ran now, ignoring the calls from the inmates behind him. He looked through the small window in the door. Their numbers had grown significantly in a short amount of time. The entire room was covered in undead, from one wall to the other, outside the entrance and beyond. Why there was such a focus here, he wasn't sure, but things weren't looking good. Carrie looked, too, as she did her best to hold the door. Michael prepared to help in any way he could, though it was hard to fit another body against the door. Before committing to a plan, the door burst open, nearly knocking Eric and Carrie over. The hordes of creatures began shambling through in great numbers. Eric held his assault rifle at ready, but seemed to be waiting. "We're fucked." was all Carrie could say as she began firing into the crowd of zombies. Michael wanted to stop her, but having had his own loss of control, he understood. It wasn't like the sound would matter much now, and they might not get to use them later.
A loud crash was enough to steal the group's attention. A black hummer had ran into the building. Metal, glass, and brick collided, sending dangerous shrapnel throughout the hallway. The driver, a man likely in his thirties, flew through the air, through the windshield, and into what remained of the stone wall that the vehicle slammed into. Michael could hear the screams and excitement from the inmates. The vehicle apparently had busted into the back of the holding cells, in effect destroying the cell opposite of the one occupied. "Good thing we didn't get that one!" One of the prisoners laughed. "Or maybe its too bad. If we were lucky enough to live the crash, we got an easy way out." He said this, pointing at the new hole in the side of the police building. Michael caught the discussion. "Guys come on, we got a way out." Faatina, Eric, and Veronica ran towards the newly created doorway. Carrie stopped firing, the hope of making it out once again a reality. The group ran by, starting to climb over the crashed brick and over the hood of the crashed vehicle. It was apparent that the man driving was killed. "Last chance." The leader said. "I CAN guarantee the information is something you will want to know about. It's that, or leave us here to die, giving us no chance of living, and never knowing the fate of Hank. Michael paused and looked at the group. "You will have to live with those decisions, so think hard, but fast. What I did got me put here, but now you leaving me here only will result in our deaths. Michael looked at the convicts. One of them had information he wanted, but he didn't trust any of them. He would have to decide quickly, the great masses of creatures reaching them. What will Michael do?A. Threaten the prisoners for information B, Free the prisoners C. Leave the prisoners in the cell Despite the situation, Michael plans on using the newly-made door to escape the police station, and he wants the others to be safe... even if the words from the jailed prisoner pull at him, always making him wonder. Hope this last part makes sense. Hope any part does really. =P Took an ambien and started typing. Anyway if it were messed up beyond recognition I will fix it up. If you get the general idea of what I was saying, then go ahead and vote with it.
I'll find out, I guess, when I wake up and see what craziness awaits me. Hopefully I didn't absentmindedly give away too important plot twists or otherwise embarrass myself =P Enjoy!
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Post by Mercury (HG) on Sept 6, 2010 1:36:40 GMT -6
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Sept 6, 2010 6:59:43 GMT -6
Gotta say A. It's just too risky to free them. And it was easy to decipher, I've attempted to discern information from much worse.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2010 14:53:15 GMT -6
The uncontrollable throng of zombies were quickly forcing their way through the single doorway. Michael paused, looking at the criminals. He turned to Eric before climbing out the new exit. "Damn, they have some information, but won't give it to me unless I free them." "We can't do that." "No, I know that. They could kill us and take our weapons, or who knows what else." Eric took a look down the hall, noting the shambling mass, then looked back at Michael. "Ok, go on. We need to get out of here." Michael climbed through the debris, reaching the other side where the girls waited. "I feel bad for the driver, but thank God he crashed when he did." Veronica said. "So where is Eric?" "Right behind me." The sound of yelling came from within. "Listen, when this thing is over, you might just make it out alive. Would you rather me just end it now? Now tell me what you know!" Eric's voice drowned out that of the others. It seemed like an eternity, though it was certainly only a very short time, before Eric was emerging from the crash site. "You're dead, kid! Dead!" The criminals didn't sound too pleased with him. "What the hell happened in there?" Michael asked. "Listen, I just convinced them to talk. Or rather, the gun did," he said, tilting the assault rifle in his hand. "Eric, maybe you shouldn't have-" Michael was cut off. "Listen, Mike. We have been good friends, and I know you don't have the stomach for these sort of things, but I also could tell you really wanted the information." "Glad to see you guys being best of pals, but we better move out of here while we can." The group nodded, heading nowhere in particular, only away from the police station and the zombies there. In a quiet voice, Michael continued the discussion. "So, what did he say?" "Nothing good, I'm afraid. He claims the last thing Hank said before getting gunned down was 'Owen'." "Owen?!" "Yeah, said he said it in surprise, probably because they knew each other. The thugs claimed the man, Owen, opened fire, killing Hank. He left after that, so he didn't notice the prisoners - or just didn't care." "Why the hell would Owen shoot a fellow officer? Was he infected?" "Sorry." Eric glanced around for signs of trouble. "I didn't have time to find anything else out." "Damn." Michael's mind was reeling. Was it truly the same man? If so, why did he kill the officer. Could he tell when someone was infected? Or did he just murder him? What about the officer in the parking garage; he, too, yelled out Owen's name. Was it because he feared for his friend, or did Owen also leave him for dead? Emma. Michelle. Had had put them into Owen's care. If he was a murderer, what would have happened to them!? "Where are the SWAT teams? Where do they stay?!" Michael's eyes raced from side to side, searching for an answer. "I don't know. I thought they were a division of the police department. I guess they work from the station, maybe? I don't know, man." "Dammit! Then we need to get back, we need to get back in, we-" Michael's words began to slur. "No, not again." he thought. The overwhelming sense of exhaustion took over his body and he collapsed.
Michael awoke with a jerk. Carrie was there, hovering over him. "Shh, shh." Taking a look around, his eyesight readjusting, he could see everyone was still there. But where? Another look around revealed what seemed to be some kind of storage building. Boxes, labeled with black marker, covered an entire wall. Old sheets, curtains, dolls. Nothing all that useful. Veronica now, too, squatted beside him. "Hey, bro. You feeling better?" "Sure, I'm fine," he said, doing his best to don a smile. Everyone knew he wasn't. This had already happened several times now, but no one knew what else to say about the situation. So, Veronica , and everyone else, ignored it for now, simply filling Michael in. "We managed to find this place to hide out. A bunch of storage buildings they rent out where people can keep their crap for a monthly fee." "We?" Eric smiled. "I remember being the one who had to carry him. My back is still sore." Michael smiled as Veronica slapped Eric's arm. "Hey, I carried your gun." "How very thoughtful of you." he joked. "Anyway, Mike, we seem safe for the time being. I thought we should all rest here for a bit and decide where we are going next." Optional: Who will Michael talk with?Select as many as desired, knowing that, like always, each additional choice will cost time. If you have a specific point of discussion, feel free to list it.A. Talk with Veronica, Michael's sister B. Talk with Eric, Michael's good friend C. Talk with Carrie, a schoolmate D. Talk with Faatina, Eric's friend E. Speak with no one What should the next course of action be?A. Check the surrounding storage buildings for stuff to use. It may all be household furniture and other junk, but you never know. Also, they are all nearby, so there won't be much travel. B. Food and drink. The stale pretzels and soda won't last long in their systems. They should find food if possible, but more importantly water. Staying hydrated and energized in this situation is of the utmost importance. C. Weapons. They have a little firepower now, but the situation in the police department showed they could certainly use more. They need to find more weapons, plenty of ammo, and have as large an arsenal as possible. Of course, the possibility that others have already taken such things for themselves is still prevalent, perhaps more so now that Michael knows the entire city is dealing with similar problems. D. Get out of the city. There may be trouble getting out, but with the police seemingly out of the equation, it would be best just to get out of here. E. Try and find a hospital. It is a long shot, but someone there might know more about the 'disease', or whatever it is, that is causing people to turn into zombies. There is a high risk, however, that the place is already crawling with zombies as loved ones no doubt brought their 'sick' family in for similar help. Besides that, there were likely a high number of injuries (considering the number of crashed cars and the like), and it may be simply too full to be of any use. F. Michael decides to get back into the station to find more clues about Owen and where he might be. With Emma and Michelle following him, Michael needs to find them. The place may be crawling with zombies, but they might have also thinned out. (Optional: Michael can try to convince the others he is going alone, or have everyone go) G. Other
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Status: Worried about Emma and Michelle; fearful of collapsing again
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Glock Pistol (empty), Revolver (1 bullet), Cell Phone
Group: Faatina, Eric, Veronica, Carrie
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Sept 6, 2010 16:03:15 GMT -6
A & A. They might as well recuperate for the time being and see if there's anything useful nearby.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2010 16:41:06 GMT -6
A, C; A. Tbone has a point here plus there could be some hidden goodies close by they wouldn't find otherwise.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2010 13:49:19 GMT -6
Sorry for the lengthy delay. Had a friend I haven't seen for a while come by, so that has consumed the past several days.
Michael did his best to calm down. There were many ideas running through his mind, but looking at the others, he knew they could use a short break. There was no point in rushing off and having everyone die. "That sounds like a plan. I'll stay up and look around a bit. The rest of you should get some sleep." Eric looked at his friend and shook his head. "Not to argue against getting a quick power nap or anything, man, but I don't think that's such a good idea. I wouldn't want you to pass out again while the rest of us were asleep." "Good point," Michael thought to himself. "Don't worry, I'll stay up with him," Veronica said, standing up. "With all the excitement, I need a bit to wind down anyway. We might even be able to find something useful around here." "It couldn't hurt. Just be careful. I'm going to stay awake and on guard." Eric held his assault rifle close, sitting on one of the numerous boxes. Carrie put a hand on his shoulder. "Wake me up in a bit and I'll let you catch some sleep." "Sure." "No, I'm serious. We all need our sleep, so don't try and handle it all yourself." "Alright, thanks. Now get to sleep."
Michael pulled the metal door down behind him. Looking out he saw a number of buildings. Each were the same size, with commercial metal roll-up doors. It was then that an obvious question came to him. "How did you guys manage to get in there anyway? Was it left unlocked?" "No, not exactly. Eric found a dead man with a set of keys on him. I guess he was the man who ran the company or something. Why he would be here, and with all the keys on him, I don't know." "Maybe he was looking for something as well." His sister shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe he was just looking to cash out with things going to hell. Who knows?" He nodded. Everyone in the entire city had their own stories, but this man's would be forever lost. Michael continued towards the closest building, waiting patiently as Veronica fumbled through the unlabeled keys in search of a match. They had all been through a lot. It was strange seeing Veronica this way. She looked tired and worn down. The smile that he thought never left her face was absent. "Are you alright?" She looked at him, somewhat surprised at the question, before continuing her search. "Yeah, sure. Well, I mean considering. I'm not dead, so right now I'd call that a win." "Hmph. I guess you have a point. Just..." He wasn't sure what exactly to say. "I worry about you." The smile, while less exuberant than normal, returned momentarily. "I know. I know I'm safe as long as you are around. It has always been that way, always will." Michael was embarrassed. She might have been stretching things a bit, but he always had did his best to protect his sister. The handle twisted, the correct key finally in place.
"Ugh, seven down, and nothing that could help us." "I guess I'm not the only one who keeps hold of junk over the years," Veronica sighed, lifting the door to storage building number eight. "Whoa!" Veronica was beaming. As the door slid completely open, an array of weapons lay before them. "Look at all this!" Michael began sorting through the inventory. Three pistols, a shotgun, two rifles, and a sub-machine gun. There was an assortment of ammo as well. "I don't know if he is a collector, a military man, or some psycho, but - wow!" The larger guns had straps and the pistols had belts, so carrying them was not too difficult. They gathered the ammo up and made their way back to the rest of the group.
As the door opened, Eric held his weapon at the ready. When he saw Veronica and Michael, he nearly dropped it. "Holy shit!" His exclamation was enough to wake the others up. Faatina rubbed her eyes and Carrie jumped up, expecting the worst. Both were surprised upon seeing the newly acquired arsenal. Michael sat on the concrete floor, laying down all the weapons, going to work to sort them out. "Alright, let's see. How should we split this up?" "I don't really know anything about shooting." Faatina looked timidly at the weapons. "Here, then." Michael handed her one of the pistols. "If things get dangerous and they get too close, use that." "I'll show here how to reload it," Eric added. "And shooting?" she asked. "Well, I don't think we have enough ammo to waste practicing, but it isn't too hard. Squeeze the trigger and don't aim it at us." "Thanks..." "You know, I don't really know much more than her," Veronica added with a frown. "Well, take a pistol for yourself. And this," Michael said, handing her the shotgun. "Just don't shoot it unless things are clear. If they get close, though, you can't miss." "Hey! I'll take that!" Eric grabbed the sub-machine gun from the floor. "The girls don't know how to use them, so maybe I should take one of these, too?" Carrie strolled by and grabbed the rifle from his hand, looking down the sights. "I know how to shoot just fine, thank you." Michael grinned as Eric sat there, a dumbfounded look on his face. "Here, take this as backup." He handed her the final unclaimed pistol. "I'll take the last rifle." They weren't out of the woods by a long shot, but the small mass of weapons helped raise everyone's morale. They could make it out of here yet. "Well, I know I'm pumped, but I better try and catch a bit of sleep, too." Eric laid down, using a ball of sheets as a pillow. Michael lifted open the box of old dolls and tossed one at him. "There, that should help make you feel at home." The group shared a small laugh. "I'm going, too." Veronica said, making herself a place in the corner to sleep. "Is it ok if I sleep again?" Faatina asked, still trying to force herself awake. "Sure," Carrie said with a sympathetic smile. "I'm staying up." Michael nodded. "Me, too. I've spent enough time unconscious as is."
"So, you really know how to shoot?" Carrie gave him a baffled look. "Is that so surprising?" Michael simply shrugged. "Well, I had plenty of practice. My mom and dad split when I was about twelve. I ended up living with my mother in the city, but on weekends, and sometimes in the summer, I would go out in the country and stay with my dad. We would spend hours shooting at the farm." Michael smiled. "Sounds like you enjoyed yourself." "Yeah. It was kind of nice to get away from the hectic day-to-day life here in the city and just relax out there." "I know the feeling. That's why I choose to live on the outskirts of the city. It's great having so much to do, but it can be a bit much at times." Carrie smiled, nodding her head, her knees pulled up close to her chest. Michael looked at her. For a moment there, he had been completely in the conversation. For a moment, the outside world - the zombies, the death, the ever-present danger - seemed to vanish. But the moment did not last. Michael saw Veronica's soft, vibrant features twist into a look of utter shock as she looked beyond Michael.
Taking the cue, Michael stood up with rifle in hand, turning quickly as he did to see what was behind him. The creature came lunging forward, teeth bared, the same empty look in its eyes that all of its kind seemed to share. "Veronica." A quiet whisper, the name of his sister, was all that Michael could manage. His arms went limp, dropping the gun on the hard floor. He fell over, the weight of the zombie knocking him to the ground as it bit deep into his shoulder. "Michael!" Carrie's scream woke the others up. Eric stood up fast, his eyes fixating on the scene. His eyes widened in horror. Faatina scooted backwards until hitting the wall. While usually composed, she was froze with terror. Michael yelled in agony as the husk of his sister tore a chunk of flesh out from between his neck and shoulder. He was hysterical, tears coming from his eyes, unable to even attempt to free himself. BOOM!Faatina screamed. Eric gasped. Veronica's body fell forward. The blood poured from the gunshot wound in her head, covering Michael and the concrete floor below. The lifeless weight pressed on him, his gaze looking beyond anything and everything. "Fuck! Shit, shit, shit!" Eric stammered, unable to deal with the situation. Tears ran down Carrie's face, the end of her rifle still smoking. "Damn it! Get her off of him!" Eric said as he pushed the undead woman over, the corpse rolling onto its back. Eric grasped his head with his hands. Realizing that blood now covered them, he began furiously wiping them on the crumpled sheets on the floor. Carrie could only stare. She had just shot Michael's sister. She had to. If she didn't act, he would have been dead for sure. But how could he ever look at her again? Would she even be able to look at herself? Faatina seemed to snap out of it first. She crawled forward, grabbing a sheet and doing her best to press it against Michael's wound. "Come on, we have to do something." Carrie still seemed unresponsive, and Eric was still trying to wipe the blood from his hands. "Damn it, guys, don't just stand there!" The two both looked at Faatina. She was right. Michael was bit pretty badly. What happened was terrible, but they didn't have time to think about it. They had to act now to save Michael. What will they do?Because there are 3 able people, you may choose to split them up or keep them as a group, having up to 3 selections. Also, specify if they are taking Michael or leaving him there and coming back with the supplies.A. Try to get to the nearest pharmacy and look for bandages, medicine, etc. B. Go to the nearest commercial building. Most businesses at least have a simple first-aid kit available. C. Go to the nearest hospital. Hopefully there is someone still there that can help, or at the very least medical supplies. D. Have someone go out and scour the storage buildings for medical supplies. It is a long-shot, but they are close. E. The group passed a group of apartments on the way to the storage buildings, however no lights were on. Go to them in hopes that someone has medical supplies. F. Other
Michael Clifford
Status: Injured, In shock over Veronica
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Glock Pistol (empty), Revolver (1 bullet), Cell Phone, Lever-Action Rifle (7 Loaded, 14 Extra)
Group: Faatina: Semi-Automatic Pistol (15 Loaded, 15 Extra (1 clip))
Eric: Assault Rifle (30 Loaded), Sub-Machine Gun (30 Loaded, 30 Extra (1 Clip))
Carrie: Bolt-Action Rifle (4 Rounds) Pistol (12 Loaded, 24 Extra)
Veronica: Shotgun (5 Rounds), Pistol (13 Loaded, 13 Extra)
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Post by Tbone on Sept 10, 2010 19:09:23 GMT -6
Wha, there was never even a warning that Veronica had been bitten. That is a damn shame..., but the story must go on. A for this lazy bastard. Eric and Faantina need to go ahead while Carrie watches Michael.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2010 19:52:42 GMT -6
E, Eric and Faantina should go search the apartments while Carrie remains behind with Michael.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2010 14:34:05 GMT -6
In this post I will be adding characters that Bastioncon has asked me to introduce. Note that the names and general information about them are his, but they remain 'regular' characters. They can kill, be killed, and change throughout the story. Vote as you would normally see fit.
"Don't worry, Michael. You are going to be ok." Carrie was now kneeling beside him, trying to force herself to be calm. "Alright, damn, what are we going to do?" Eric walked back and forth. "Ok, listen, we need to find the nearest pharmacy and get some supplies." Carrie looked up at Eric. "Maybe one of us should stay here with Michael and wait. We don't know what the situation will be at the drug store, and he can't really defend himself." Eric wasn't sure if that was a good idea or not, but he didn't have a mind to argue. "Ok, you stay here with him. Faatina and I will go and bring back some supplies." "Hurry!" Eric looked down, disgusted with what he must do. The man outside with the keys was a stranger, but not her. Carefully, he reached down and pulled the car keys from Veronica's pocket. Faatina grabbed one of the sheets and covered the body before grabbing hold of his arm. "Alright, let's go."
"A left?" Eric asked. Faatina double-checked the image on the phone to be certain. "Yes, that's what the map shows." There had been a number of zombies on the way, but luckily they could easily be avoided with the car. Eric had nearly crashed into an overturned van at the start of the trip, and had since regained his focus on the task at hand. Eric turned, coming to an abrupt stop. "Whoa, looks like there must have been quite a fire." A fire truck was parked in the middle of the street. On the left side of the street, a number of businesses were partially burned down. Eric noticed the pharmacy sign: Canova Pharmaceuticals. It seems they arrived in time to save most of the buildings, but the second floor of the drug store was badly burnt, a number of black, scorched timbers all that remained. "We had better be careful," Faatina pressed. Eric nodded as he got out of the car, assault rifle at the ready. Walking past the abandoned fire truck, the duo opened the door carefully and entered the building. The outside was a fair representation of the inside. The bottom floor seemed relatively untouched, only a bit of ash and broken boards littering the otherwise clean store. Above, however, the ceiling looked dangerously unstable. Wood groaned, the rafters above creaking at the weight of the collapsed second floor. Only sunlight that pierced through the holes in the roof and the shattered windows lit up the otherwise dark store. Eric looked at Faatina, unsure that he should have brought her into the dangerous situation. Then again, was it any safer out there? "Be very careful. Let's just find what we can and get out of here quick," he whispered. She nodded in response, and the two made their way down one of several aisles. "Damn," Eric said, tossing down an empty box. "It looks like someone else already cleaned the place out." Faatina could easily see Eric's frustration. "Maybe we should check the back. Maybe there is something back there left." "It couldn't hurt."
Carrie sat there, streaks now dried down her cheeks, unable to cry any longer. "It's ok. You're going to be fine." She repeated this several times, hoping the words would come true somehow if she said it enough. She turned quickly, loud bangs against the metal door. "Eric? Faatina? That you?" She didn't have to wait long for an answer, the sound of groaning soon filling the air. She reached down, grasping the shotgun tightly. Slowly she stood up, aiming at the door.
"I hope they don't keep it locked up or we-" Eric stopped mid-sentence. The door to the back was opened, and he could hear a noise inside. He lifted his gun, ready to fire. "If they don't respond, I'm not waiting to risk us getting infected." He spoke quietly to Faatina, who nodded in agreement. "Hey!" His shout was met with a woman's scream. Startled, Eric too screamed. Faatina jumped. A flashlight shined from the dark room, forcing Eric to shield his eyes. The light bounced around, getting brighter. "Whoa, watch - oof!" Eric folded up, the unexpected pain from a knee to the groin too much to bear. "You won't take advantage of me!" the woman yelled, continuing her assault on Eric. "Stop it!" Faatina yelled. The woman was caught off guard, not having seen the short Indian lady beside her. "We aren't here to hurt you!" "Aww," Eric kicked the ground, hoping to somehow stamp out some of the pain. "I-", the woman paused, looking at the two, "I'm sorry. I thought you were more looters." "Looters?" Faatina was shocked. "At a time like this?" "Yes. The stores near the hospital were stripped clean by people. Some people were just looking to get supplies; food, clothes, batteries, that sort. But other people were taking trivial things; huge televisions, jewelry, and that kind of thing. It's terrible that people are looking to take advantage of the situation, even now." Eric's eyes widened as he regained his composure. "The hospital? You were there?" "Yes, I'm a nurse there." He paused, looking curiously at her. "You don't look like a nurse." The woman had on a sleeveless back shirt and a pair of black pants, her midriff partially exposed. Her feet were completely bare, now black from ash. That combined with her long, wavy brown hair and makeup certainly didn't give the image one would come up with when thinking of a nurse. She looked down at her feet, then up at her clothes. She berated him, a look of disbelief on her face. "Well, I'm sorry for not having my scrubs on - I was supposed to have the day off. I didn't really expect the whole zombie apocalypse and all." Eric wasn't sure, but he thought he might be blushing in embarrassment. Still, he had reason to be suspicious. "Alright, sorry. So what are you doing here, digging around for supplies? Did the hospital already run out?" "I wouldn't know. I barely made it through the door. When I arrived some man had another guy tied up to a dolly. He was screaming for the doctors to help his friend. I guess that was the first zombie I saw, though at the time I didn't know it." She paused, swallowing hard as the thought of the creatures filled her mind. "He just started opening fire. No one knew he had the gun." Faatina felt sympathetic towards the woman. "So some insane guy took over the hospital?" "Yes. Or at least he did - that was hours ago. I don't know the situation now. Anyway, I ran outside into the parking lot and tried to call the cops, but my phone wasn't working. So, I decided I would drive and get help. That's when I saw all the people breaking into stores. Evidently the zombie outbreak had already started, but I never knew. The cable had been out all morning, so I never heard news about it. Come to think of it, I did hear plenty of sirens, but living here in the city... I just never thought anything of it." As she stopped, Eric spoke up to continue the conversation forward. "I take it you didn't make it to the police?" "Oh, no. I made it there just fine. When I went in there were only a couple of people inside. They told me all the officers were already out. I tried to convince them how desperate the situation was, but I guess things had already went to hell. I was tossed out and sent on my way." "Wow, not even a hostage situation could deter them?" She shook her head. "I wanted to go back to the hospital and help, but how could I?" "Of course," Faatina said softly, "No one would blame you for staying away given the situation. Not to mention the zombies." "I tried to go back to my apartments but..." she paused, the slightest sign of tears in her eyes. "Those things were all over. I decided to get out of here, out of the city. I didn't make it far though. The streets downtown were absolutely packed and people were driving like maniacs. I got sideswiped by some guy. He managed to drive off in his truck, but my car was shot. So, here I am," she wiped away at her eyes, laughing nervously. "I guess I thought if I had some supplies, maybe I could still help someone out there. I know I can't help, cure, fix," she said, shaking her head side to side, "whatever. But I know enough people have to be hurt from being pushed over, trampled, and crashed into. Maybe I can still help someone. I, I don't know." A number of emotions - frustration, fear, sadness, confusion, loss - all these finally seemed to overwhelm her as she began crying, her hands in the air out before her. Eric looked uneasily at Faatina. Moving closer, he put his arms about the woman. "Hey, hey, it's alright." She sobbed, pulling away to look at him. "Listen, I'm not normally like this, I just-" "No, forget it. It's fine. But listen, as crazy as this sounds, maybe all this happened for a reason." She looked at him, utterly confused. "How could this outbreak be a good thing?!" He shook his head. "I don't know about that, but I mean our encounter. My friend was badly hurt, and we could really use some your help." She wiped at her cheeks, her face now suddenly turned attentive. "Okay, let's go. I found some supplies back here. Help me carry it and let's get out of here." Eric looked up as the ceiling groaned uncomfortably again. "Yeah, let's hurry." The three walked into the storage room, each grabbing several boxes of various medical supplies: pain pills, antibiotics, bandages, and other similar items. The group packed the items into the car and jumped in. Eric started the car and reached over to the woman who now occupied the passenger seat. "Eric, by the way." "Oh," she took his hand and shook it. "Stephanie Jones." "I'm Faatina." Stephanie turned around slightly and smiled, nodding in greeting.
Carrie waited patiently. Maybe the zombies wouldn't be able to get in. Maybe they would get bored and go away in search of easier food. Maybe... Her thoughts were interrupted by gunfire. At first she thought maybe she accidentally pulled the trigger, but the gunfire continued. One of the bodies fell into the door, the loud sound of the metal echoing in the small building. The sound of grunting and bodies hitting the ground continued until all was silent. Carrie could see the metal handle turning inside, being manipulated from outside.
As the trio were leaving, speeding off towards Michael, Faatina thought she heard something. "Slow down a second, Eric." "What?" "Just stop for a second." He didn't know why she asked, but assumed it was for a good reason. He brought the car quickly to a stop. "Do you hear that?" "What?" Stephanie turned her head. "I hear it, too. Behind us." Eric put the car in reverse and slowly backed up, looking around at the high buildings nearby. It could be anything, but it was more than likely more of the creatures. Why did he have to be so willing to listen to them? "Up there!" Faatina said, pointing up at one of the buildings. Eric looked up, scanning the building. "I don't see anything," he said, looking at each floor. "Oh!" Finally, he saw the source of the noise. A woman was on the roof of the five-story building, waving her hands wildly and doing her best to get their attention. Eric looked at the entrance of the building: Jacobs & Martin. "She must be a lawyer." "Well, we have to get her down from there!" Stephanie seemed anxious to help. To Faatina, the idea of helping a stranger was a good thought, but one that didn't seem a valid choice at present. "But that place could be crawling with zombies. And what about Michael?" Eric gritted his teeth. Michael was his good friend, and he needed help. At the same time, this woman might be dead by the time they got back. "Hmm." What will Eric decide to do?A. Leave the woman. They can't risk it, and Michael needs their help now. B. Leave the woman, but return after dropping off the nurse and tending to Michael. C. Try to save the woman now. She might not survive for long up there, and Michael would probably want try to save her in this position. D. Send Faatina and Stephanie back to Michael. Eric will stay and try to rescue the stranger on the roof. If C or D, how will the rescue attempt go?A. Go inside, head for the roof, and try to bring her back out. It is the most straightforward plan, though it may be dangerous if the building is filled with zombies. At the very least, the group does have some firepower. B. Go back to the fire truck and try to find the keys. If located, come back and attempt to use the fire ladder to rescue the woman. It could be quick or slow, depending if they keys are found. C. There is a nearby building the same height. Spend time scouting both buildings, traversing up the one that appears to have the smallest threats (least zombies, if there are any, easiest one to see stairs/elevator, etc.). May waste more time, and might not give an accurate idea of upper floors. Seeing the door is about to open, what will Carrie do?A. Ask who it is. If she doesn't recognize the voice or gets no answer, open fire. B. Open fire immediately. Eric would let her know it was him, and she has seen too much lately to give the person(s) the benefit of the doubt. C. Allow the person(s) to enter, then ask for an explanation. It may be dangerous, as they obviously have at least one gun, but they might be there to help or just other people trying to survive. D. Try to hide behind some boxes and see what happens, temporarily leaving Michael alone on the floor.
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Status: Passed Out
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Glock Pistol (empty), Revolver (1 bullet), Cell Phone, Lever-Action Rifle (7 Loaded, 14 Extra)
Group: Faatina: Semi-Automatic Pistol (15 Loaded, 15 Extra (1 clip))
Eric: Assault Rifle (30 Loaded), Sub-Machine Gun (30 Loaded, 30 Extra (1 Clip))
Stephanie: Medical Supplies
Carrie: Shotgun (5 Rounds), Bolt-Action Rifle (4 Rounds) Pistol (12 Loaded, 24 Extra)
Veronica: Pistol (13 Loaded, 13 Extra)
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Sept 13, 2010 19:14:19 GMT -6
D, B, A
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2010 1:37:51 GMT -6
C, A, C
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Sept 15, 2010 20:47:20 GMT -6
D, B, and A.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2010 13:50:56 GMT -6
Sorry for the delay. We had a fun little tornado nearby here in Ohio. Not close enough to us to do any structural damage, but the winds were heavy enough to mess with power/internet.
Anyhow, I might not be able to update tonight, but I will try. If not, there should be one tomorrow.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2010 21:39:29 GMT -6
Eric thought about what the best choice would be. Under no circumstance would he leave Michael without help. Still, he might be able to save the woman himself; it was at least worth a shot. "Listen, Faatina. I want you to drive Stephanie back to the storage unit and have her help Michael." "What? I'm not leaving you here!" Faatina thought the idea absurd at best. "Hear me out. Remember that fire truck we passed? It didn't look damaged or anything, so I'm sure the keys are still around. I could use the ladder to get up there and avoid having to go through the building." "Fine, let's all go back and look." "We don't have time. You saw Mike. He looked pretty bad. There is no way I could risk letting him lay there and die. Still, I have to at least try and save her if I can." "Why? She is some stranger. There are probably thousands around the city needing help. Why this one?" Eric paused, looking past the dashboard, deep in thought. Then, he turned in his seat, his gaze returning to Faatina. "I guess it is because she is here, and so am I. Nothing more. Sort of how you can ignore a commercial about sending money to poverty-stricken nations that might save lives, but couldn't sit by and let your friend drown as you stood on the dock next to a life preserver." "Eric..." "I know, it isn't the best way to explain things, but that is the best I can come up with. I just have to. But I need for you to look after Mike for me, alright? After he is safe, if I'm not back, come back for me. If I can't get that truck to start, I'll be waiting patiently on top of it for you." He smiled at her, hoping he wouldn't have to convince her further. With teary eyes, she reached forward and hugged him. "You better not do something stupid and get yourself killed!" Stephanie tilted her head down, misty-eyed, moved by the scene. Jumping out of the seat, getting his weapons ready, he gave a nonchalant wave, the goofy grin remaining on his face until the car was gone from view.
Carrie's arms shook. She didn't realize how much she hated being alone. Since the crisis began she had the others to rely on, but now Michael laid before her, unable to help, and the others were gone. "I won't be a victim," she told herself. "Michael?" She purposefully shouted. The door mechanism stopped moving, returning back to its original resting place. A short pause. "Yeah." The voice was unfamiliar. It certainly wasn't Michael, she obviously knew that much. It also wasn't Faatina or Eric's voice. She wouldn't risk her life, or Michael's, to this armed stranger. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!Carrie let loose, firing three shots from the shotgun in quick succession. The kick from the gun was enough to leave the bullet spread from the middle of the door to the top. The thin metal door was torn to shreds, revealing the scene beyond it to her as she fired. A bald man, holding some kind of military-grade assault rifle, fell backwards. His dark green clothing and black boots were now covered in red, the numerous wounds across his chest and face resulting in his immediate death. "The military?" she thought. Stretching her neck and peering to inspect closer from her current spot in the center of the room, she dismissed the idea. His clothing, while similar to battle fatigues, had no markings of the United States armed forces. Instead, there was a patch depicting a sword wrapped in vines with the the words pro populus stitched below. She knew it was Latin. She dug through her mind for what little Latin she knew. "Instead of the crowd? Before the people? Maybe, for the people? Or for the nation?" "Donovan!" A man's voice, with Australian accent, shattered her concentration. Gunfire blasted small holes through the metal in a horizontal line. "Ah!" Carrie screamed, falling hard on the concrete. She winced as pain shot through her tailbone. Immediately, she fired the shotgun again. Once, twice, with the third pull of the trigger resulting in an empty click. Again, the blasts revealed the outside world. Though the first shot missed, the second dropped a man with similar attire. He groaned, writhing on the ground. Carrie raised the tattered remains of the door enough to duck under. Grabbing out her pistol, tossing the empty shotgun aside, she pointed it at the man. "Who the hell are you?" "You're dead, bitch! All of you!" The injured man worked through the pain in an attempt to raise his weapon, but it was all for naught as the pistol's bullet crashed into his brain. "Shit, who are these guys," Carrie said aloud. Then she became aware of something. A strange feeling. Wet. Looking over, she could see the source. She had been shot in the left arm. Blood ran down the curves of her arm, stopping at her fingertips before falling to the ground below. "Damn."
Eric reached the abandoned fire truck. "Alright, time to look for the keys." His mind began thinking of a number of scenarios. Maybe the fire fighter who drove was infected. If so, it was hard to tell where it wondered with the keys. Then again, maybe the fire fighters actually survived. If so, they no doubt fled. In that case, they could be holed up somewhere nearby, or might have left the city entirely. He sighed, the idea of sitting around atop the vehicle waiting for Faatina seeming a more likely reality. "Well, maybe there is a flashlight or something inside I can use." Lifting himself up, he opened the door to the fire truck. It was then he saw a glimmering flicker of hope; the sunlight glinted off the dangling keys that still remained in the ignition. "Yes!" Eric pumped his fist triumphantly. "Come on, baby!" Coaxing the vehicle, he turned the key. To his relief, he had no trouble starting the behemoth. A grin on his face, he took to maneuvering through the streets and to the law firm. As he pulled up, getting close to the building, he could see the woman jumping up and down excitedly on the rooftop. Eric climbed out of the vehicle made his way to the ladder. "I'm coming, just hang on!" Eric cupped his hands about his mouth and yelled upwards. Looking back at the ladder, he sighed. "As soon as I figure this out..." Taking a deep breath, he began to fiddle with the controls.
Faatina sped through the city. She didn't want Eric to wait any longer than he had to. As she approached the storage unit, her face quickly changed from a focused, determination, to that of surprise. She didn't expect to see the two soldiers laying outside, nor Carrie slumped down beside them. Faatina slammed the brakes, stopping before the group. The whiplash sent a pain through Stephanie's neck, her head just barely missing the dashboard as she lunged forward. Several of the boxes of medical supplies flew from the car, landing amongst the recent battlefield. "I'm sorry, are you alright?" "Yeah," Stephanie said, rubbing her neck, "I'm fine. Are these your friends?" She looked with a worried face at the men, already aware they were dead. Jumping out of her seat, Faatina pointed towards Carrie. "She is, and Michael is inside." "Faatina?" Carrie worked to stand up. "No, no. Stay down." Stephanie said, examining her wound. "Who-" "That's Stephanie. She is a nurse we rescued. She will help you." "And Eric?" "He is fine," Faatina said, deciding to spare all the details at the moment. Stephanie grabbed one of the boxes, rummaging through and grabbing some bandages. "Here, hold this on her just a moment. Apply some pressure, I will be right back." Faatina pressed the bandage against her arm as instructed. Stephanie looked at her for a moment, speaking briefly before heading towards the small building. "The other side, too." Faatina looked at the back of Carrie's arm. It seemed the bullet traveled straight through. She held another bandage tightly against the back of her arm as well, causing Carrie to groan in pain. After a moment Stephanie returned. "You did good to try and stop the bleeding. The wound looks much worse than it actually is, so he should be alright after I treat it. Seems he passed out, though I don't know if it is from the pain..." "That woman next to him, under the sheet. It was his sister." Stephanie wasn't sure how long he had been out, but wasn't so sure that was the cause either. Regardless, she nodded. That wasn't important now. "Well, I will treat your gunshot wound first, then get to cleaning up his wounds. By the way, those wounds looked like bite marks... what happened to him exactly?"
As Eric struggled with the controls, trouble found its way to him. Maybe it was the sound of the engine, the honking of the horn, and the repeated machine-noises of the hydraulics, or maybe it was simply the smell of flesh, but a gathering of zombies began to form around the fire truck. Eric wasn't too pleased, but as the creatures seemed to have no way to climb up, he continued working the controls. Finally, he figured out how to get the ladder to move like he wanted. Raising it slowly, careful not to bump into the building, he lifted himself and the ladder closer and closer to the roof. As he got closer, he could see the woman turn around. Whatever she saw, it must not have been good. Her look of elation had left her face, and she was now anxious and fearful. She waved her hands in hopes it would hurry up the process, turning her head behind her repeatedly. "Damn, they must have reached the roof." Eric did his best to hurry, scraping the building as he became dangerously close to it with the ladder. Before the ladder could even come to a halt, the woman jumped down into the safety basket, causing the ladder to bob slightly. Eric looked at her in surprise. The woman's long, black hair bounced as she landed. She was wearing a form-hugging dress that ended in a knee-length skirt, which matched the color of her hair. Eric assumed that she likely had a matching pair of shoes, but like all of the ladies he had seen since the incident, she was barefoot. "They are coming!" She screamed so loud that Eric had to pull his head back. "Alright, let me lower us down." "There's no time!" She yelled, once again piercing the air. "This thing is way too slow. I have a car out back. We can just climb down and take it and get the hell out of here." What will Eric do?A. Agree with the woman. They can climb down the ladder themselves, then make their way to her car and head back to Michael and the others. B. Disagree with the woman. He can try to keep the ladder a bit away from the wall. There is still a chance a falling zombie might land on the ladder, but it shouldn't be any slower than climbing. They also should take the fire truck, as it is a very large vehicle, though they will have to deal with the zombies around it. C. Agree to take her car, abandoning the fire truck, but lower the ladder with the controls. D. Agree to climb down the ladder, but try to drive the fire truck anyway. This could lead to the ladder being destroyed while attempting to drive it, or even tipping over the fire truck. E. Other If choosing to stick with the fire truck (B or D), how should they work to get inside the vehicle? Also, if choosing B, both Eric and the woman can try to enter the cab, or the woman can stay and ride in the ladder's safety basket.A. Try to maneuver past them and get into the cab, sparing your ammo for later. B. Have Eric open fire, trying to clear one side of the vehicle enough for both to get in. C. Have Eric give the woman the SMG, allowing both to fire at the mob to clear a spot. Eric doesn't know her ability with a gun, so it may help, be a waste of ammo, or even potentially dangerous. If it works, it will be quicker, however. D. Have Eric spare no ammo, using all he can to clear the safest area possible. Will cost all his ammo. E. Have Eric attempt to climb on the hood and break the window. The glass could cause some injury, and brings him closer to the grasp of the crowd. F. Other Meanwhile, what will Faatina say?A. Tell the entire truth. The nurse should know that Michael was bitten by a zombie, as well as his recent lapses of unconsciousness. B. Tell the recent truth. Michael was bit by a zombie and needs medical help. C. Tell the nurse to just do her job. D. Lie. Tell the nurse one of the soldiers did it during a close-quarters confrontation. E. Lie. Tell her an animal bit him. F. Other. What should Faatina do in the meantime?A. Say and do nothing. The nurse knows better than anyone about Carrie and Michael's conditions. Let her treat Carrie first, then Michael. B. Try to persuade her to treat Michael first. He was injured first, and who knows how the zombie infection works. Maybe treating it now will help. Besides, Eric would be heartbroken if his best friend died. C. Check the soldiers' bodies. They obviously have guns, but might also have other things on them. D. Drive immediately back to Eric. It seems there was some recent trouble here, and they would more or less be abandoned, stuck in their current surroundings unless they moved on foot or found new transportation. E. Other.
Michael Clifford
Status: Passed Out
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Glock Pistol (empty), Revolver (1 bullet), Cell Phone, Lever-Action Rifle (7 Loaded, 14 Extra)
Group: Faatina: Semi-Automatic Pistol (15 Loaded, 15 Extra (1 clip))
Eric: Assault Rifle (30 Loaded), Sub-Machine Gun (30 Loaded, 30 Extra (1 Clip))
Stephanie: Medical Supplies
Carrie: Bolt-Action Rifle (4 Rounds) Pistol (11 Loaded, 24 Extra)
Veronica: Pistol (13 Loaded, 13 Extra)
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Post by Tbone on Sept 22, 2010 3:10:45 GMT -6
C, A, C. Eric has grasped the basics of the controlling the ladder so it should be faster than simply climbing down. And the fire truck is nothing but a magnet for the horde, they're far better off searching for the woman's car than attempting to continue with that behemoth.
If Michael's condition hasn't changed by now, he's most likely stable for the time being so it'd be best to let Stephanie continue as is. As I've said in the past, best to come clean now so she doesn't get suspicious of the group for lying about his bite.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2010 13:07:00 GMT -6
C, A, C. It'd be foolish for them to cling to the fire engine considering the predicament it has gotten them into. The usual nothing can be gained from lying jargon applies for the second choice. I choose the second C because the soldiers will certainly be more cooperative now.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2010 20:48:11 GMT -6
"Yeah, those are teeth marks." Faatina assumed as a practiced nurse, she likely already knew the answer. Shuffling around, she thought it best to tell the whole story. "Michael was bit quite some time ago. Then, just recently, his own sister turned and caused the damage you see now." Stephanie grabbed a pair of latex gloves from one of the boxes and snapped them on. "I see..." Though she was quite worried about the whole situation, her experience in the ER had given her a pretty calm demeanor in the face of crisis. "How long since she was bit until her change?" Faatina stopped moving about. "I- I don't recall her ever getting bit. Maybe during the party, I'm not really sure." "I see. Well, I can look over the-" she paused, stopping her examination of Carrie's wound momentarily. "Her. I can look her over and see if I can find a bite mark after we take care of these two." Faatina nodded. "There is something else. Michael has been having bouts of unconsciousness. At first, we thought it just stress and exhaustion, but I'm not so sure anymore. I guess it is a lot to handle with everything going on, but it might also be... you know." She spoke as if a young child trying to explain something naughty or forbidden, as if speaking of the infection might make it true as opposed to possible. Stephanie nodded, used to handling all kinds of patients and their friends and family. She worried that he was indeed changing, thought it was too early to tell. No one had been able to observe such a transformation. While that thought was the most prevalent in her mind, she also was sure to tell herself there were a number of other conditions and illnesses that could be to blame. The nurse had hoped to stitch up the wound properly, but the pharmacy didn't have such supplies. Instead, she would have to treat the wound and cover it, hoping for the best. Luckily, the bullet seemed to miss any critical spots, passing mostly through flesh and relatively safely out the other side.
"Listen, you are just panicking." "Of course I'm panicking! There are ZOMBIES trying to eat me!" "Well we aren't going to risk falling down the ladder when it won't save us any time anyway. But, I do agree we should get to your car. This truck is too big and loud. It might be good for running over the creatures, but maneuvering it through the streets full of abandoned vehicles doesn't seem like the best plan." "Well, I'm glad we can agree on something." She said, throwing her long hair out of her face. Eric almost grinned despite their situation as he lowered the ladder to the base of the fire engine. "Alright, first thing's first. Where is your car exactly?" She raised her arm and pointed at the building. On the left side was a small road that continued under an archway, a sign above clearly stating Employee Parking Only. "It's around there. Now we just have to get through them." A light bulb lit up above her head, a somewhat obvious idea coming to mind. "Why don't you just put the ladder over them and we can hop out behind them and run?!" "I had considered that. I've been watching them on our way down. They keep following the basket. Putting the ladder elsewhere wouldn't really help much, unless we were going up." He noticed her frown and tried to quickly change the mood. "Don't worry about it. I have plenty of firepower for this little crowd." He did his best to put on a smile. It seemed to work. "Wow! So, so this bunch is no big deal for you? Ok, ok! Well, let's get going!" Eric hoped it would be so easy. While it was more an attempt to alleviate the woman of her worries, it also served to pump him up for the fight. "Ok, I am going to cut us a path. When I hop down, follow quickly after me and stay close." She nodded and Eric lifted his assault rifle and began firing into the immediate crowd, readying himself to run.
Stephanie finished up, doing what she could for Carrie. She gave her a large dose of pain pills - more than she would normally afford a patient - and had her bandaged up the best she could. She then moved on to Michael, taking care to clean the wound the best she could, covering the bandage with ointment. It was a far cry from what she could do at the hospital, but at least it was treated. Wiping his forehead, Michael began to stir, coming awake once again. "Wha-, who?" His eyes scanned his surroundings, trying to piece together in his mind what had occurred. "It's ok, calm down. My name is Stephanie and I'm a nurse. I'm here to help you." Had it all been a dream? "Ver-" his voice faltered as he tried to get up. Faatina came into his view, a recognizable face. Michael grimaced as he saw the covered corpse beside of him. He cried openly as Stephanie did her best to comfort him. It was too much for Faatina. She stood up and walked outside of the tattered storage building. She looked at the fallen soldiers. Without emotion, she dipped down, taking their weapons. It was then that she heard the sound of the walkie-talkie. "Donovan, do you have the target? Donovan, come in. Do you have the target or not?"
Eric jumped in the driver's seat of the Mercedes-Benz. "Keys, keys!" The woman clamored into the passenger seat, slamming it hastily behind her. She dug through her small handbag and gave him the keys. "Go, go, go!" Throwing the car into drive, Eric took the back exit and sped off towards his friends. "Wow, you lawyers really do make good money!" "What? Oh, I guess so, but I'm not a lawyer, really. I'm what keeps things running. I'm their accountant." He nodded. "Well, you seem to do well for yourself." She nodded, proud of herself. "That's true, and I worked very hard to get here." She paused. Where was 'here' exactly? After this was all over, would she even have a job? "No time to worry about that," she thought to herself. "By the way, I didn't exactly get a chance to introduce myself back there. I am Debra Lorena, executive accountant at Jacobs & Martin." She outstretched a hand. "Wow, she really must feel safe," Eric thought, taking one hand and awkwardly shaking her hand as he kept his eyes on the road. "I'm Eric Wagoner." "Well, I'm glad. I have to admit, if our positions were reversed, I would have driven away and left you to fend for yourself." "Ouch," he jested. "No, I'm serious. I mean, who commandeers a fire truck and rescues someone from zombies?" "Evidently, me." He grinned, taking pleasure in playing the hero. Quickly, however, reality set in. He had to get back to Michael and the others, and fast. "We are going to meet up with my friends. One of them was hurt and I have to make sure he is safe." She simply nodded, happy to be off the roof in any case.
Faatina ran inside, carrying the transceiver. "Oh crap, what do we do?!" "Come in, dammit!"Carrie shook her head. "Shh. Don't say anything." "But if we don't, they will know something is wrong!" "If we do, they will know something is wrong!" "Well, I'm still going to try!" Faatina moved away as Carrie tried to stand to stop her. It was too late, however, as Faatina already spoke. "Hello?" "Who is this?""My name is Faatina." "Faatina? Are you alone?""No, there are several of us here. We need help" "Shut up!" Carrie barked, grabbing away the device. "Are you stupid?! This is the same people who shot at me!" "Maybe it was just a mistake. I just want to get out of here." Stephanie stood up now, looking at them. "Please, girls, don't fight now." "Stay calm, Faatina. Try to secure your position and wait for us. We will be there as soon as possible to help evacuate you and your friends.""See, I told you," Faatina said, an innocent smile on her face. "We are saved!" Carrie slapped Faatina with her good hand, leaving the Indian woman with a shocked expression on her face. "They were trying to capture someone, they shot at me, and you want to just sit here and wait for them. Are you nuts?!" "They just asked if they had the target. Maybe they were trying to rescue someone, or clear out zombies, or-" "It's Eric." Michael's voice, now from outside the building, caused the others to stop their argument. The vehicle's brakes slammed on, barely stopping before Eric was jumping out the door. "You're alive! Ha ha!" Eric's face was full of joy seeing his friend now standing. Michael did his best to smile. "You should have told me you were bringing company, I would have cleaned the place up." "Holy crap," Eric said, seeing the carnage. "Is everyone ok?" Stephanie walked towards him. "As good as can be expected." "I don't know about that." Carrie said, anger still apparent on her face. "Your girlfriend just told these maniacs about us and there are more on the way." "Wha-?" Eric was caught off guard. Stephanie did her best to mediate, telling a fair portrayal of what had transpired. "Damn, so those guys could help us out or could be the death of us. Sounds about right considering how things have been going lately." "There is no question - they will kill us." Carrie wasn't budging. She wouldn't even offer to consider such a thought. "We don't know that. Everyone is on edge, and they could have been out here fighting those monsters. We aren't doing too great on our own, and they could help us." Faatina was still hopeful. She didn't like their chances, and such an opportunity was too good to pass up. "I don't know." Eric shook his head. "I don't know if we are doing good or not, but we aren't dead. I'll follow you wherever you go, Mike." "Great," he thought. "I just woke up from Hell and now I'm put in charge once again..." What will Michael suggest?A. Agree with Carrie. The group needs to move out, and now, to escape the threat. (Where might they go?) B. Agree with Faatina. They should wait, peacefully, for the soldiers. They should have their guns lowered, or even on the ground, as to not appear threatening. C. Have some of the group hide, weapons ready, while the others wait peacefully to greet them. (Who will hide with weapons, who will be at risk in the open with none?) D. Take a more violent approach. If these men are coming to cause harm, they need to be taken without warning. Set up an ambush, having everyone ready with weapons, and gun down the men when they arrive. E. Other
Michael Clifford
Status: Bandaged, Depressed
Wearing: Striped Suit, Dress Shoes
Inventory: Wallet (Driver's License, Family Photo, Key, $37), Glock Pistol (empty), Revolver (1 bullet), Cell Phone, Lever-Action Rifle (7 Loaded, 14 Extra)
Group: Faatina: Semi-Automatic Pistol (15 Loaded, 15 Extra (1 clip)), Assault Rifle (39 Loaded), Assault Rifle (28 Loaded)
Eric: Assault Rifle (7 Loaded), Sub-Machine Gun (30 Loaded, 30 Extra (1 Clip))
Stephanie: Medical Supplies
Carrie: Bolt-Action Rifle (4 Rounds), Pistol (11 Loaded, 24 Extra), Transceiver
Veronica: Pistol (13 Loaded, 13 Extra)
Debra: Handbag
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