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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2009 20:08:29 GMT -6
C23
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Post by praetorian on Jul 26, 2009 20:11:18 GMT -6
C, 2 and 3.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 26, 2009 20:19:19 GMT -6
C 2, 3
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Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 26, 2009 20:21:24 GMT -6
C...2...3!
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Post by Song Nai on Jul 26, 2009 20:27:21 GMT -6
C 2,3
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 26, 2009 21:40:27 GMT -6
"I'm going to go in and check real quick. We didn't come all this way to turn away because of a case of the creeps," you state matter-of-factly, already climbing out of the car. "Not without me, you're not," you catch Cynthia mutter as she climbs out after you. "Listen, I'll be in and out, real quick, just wait with the car," you say, against taking her into the desolate feeling building. "Do you really want to argue this now?" she counters calmly, "Besides, you probably wouldn't even know what to grab..." "Haa... Fine," you sigh, knowing she's right. "Louise? Keep the engine running." She nods, and you turn to go. You begin to quietly stalk toward the main entrance, each step careful and concise despite the good hundred and fifty yards you had to cover. Your eyes dart into every nook and cranny. Your ears are straining, trying to hear past the beat of your heart that fills them. You find your gun in your hands, not even remembering drawing it. You're only a few feet away when a hand clamps down on your shoulder from behind, making you jump out of your skin. Your hands reflexively try to slam into fists, resulting in an audible click from your firearm. "Jebus H. Chis', son. If you hadn't done fergot to reload that dern thang, you woulda blown yer foot clean off," comes the voice from behind you. "Relax. I'ma comin' in too. Cain't let you two youngin's wunder into there alone," you recognize Chief say. Some of the edge seeps out once you hear that he's got your back. Still, you find yourself reloading the pistol with jittery hands. That done, you nod, and the three of you creep forward to the automatic sliding glass doors. The glass is rippled, so it gives a blurry view of inside, but you can tell the lights and all are still on. You're not sure why, but this makes you want to hurry inside. You repress the urge and keep your pace even. Before too long, you reach your destination. The double doors slide open automatically, giving you a view into the main lobby. The scene that's inside strikes you as horribly odd, and gives you cause to freeze. You note it has the same effect on the others. You lock up for what seems like "Oh... Oh gawd...." you hear Chief say in a hallowed whisper just as you realize what's so inherently wrong with the view before you. You feel your blood turn to ice. ========================================= Lenny raises his hand to his eyes, blocking out the sun in order to look over towards the trio. "Christ, what the hell are they waiting for?" he spits, "Just grab the damn meds and get out." The farmboy looks at his feet to Bates, whose eyes are still held tightly shut and looks a bit paler than usual. Risking the lives of Louise and everyone else to try and help one snot-nosed punk. Fuckin' lunacy, that's what that is... He turns his watch towards the parking lot just in time to see a man in a Grey hoodie stroll out from behind a parked SUV. His pace is smooth and even, clearly different from the hunch and shamble of the zeds. He walks slowly across the lane of the parking lot, standing tall but with his head lowered to the ground, concealing his face. Who the hell is that? And why the fuck hasn't he spotted us and called out? Something smells like week old cow shit.... thinks Lenny, fingering his magnum. The man continues walking slowly along, never looking up. He reaches the middle of the aisle, and stops. "Lenny? W-who is that?" Asks Louise, finally noticing the man in Grey. "I dunno. Just keep quiet. Somethin' don't sit right...." The man suddenly turns, facing straight towards the truck. His head raises slowly, fixating it's pupil-less eyes onto the red Ford. It tilts to one side, as though confused as to what it sees The man-thing's arm raises, pointing a lone finger at the group. It's mouth opens wide. (It's face: fc05.deviantart.com/fs31/f/2008/208/a/1/Zombie_by_Xythanon.jpg)========================================= "Oh... Oh gawd...." Before you is the main lobby of the hospital. The lights are on and shining, and nothing is wrong at first. Then, you realize this place isn't trashed like everywhere else. And you see a array of clipboards organized neatly in the front desk. And you spot that a stack of magazines is sitting neatly on a side table, fanned to show all the covers. And you recognize that the floors had been recently mopped and waxed. Nothing like what it should right after the start of a zombie apocalypse. "I-... It's like this is it's grand opening. And we're the first people to come inside," mumbles Cynthia dazedly. It's too perfect.. Too untouched for all those cars parked outside. Christ, this is wrong. So very wrong...AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!! The shrieking moan causes all of you to start violently. The single cry is soon joined by many, soon rising to a massive roar. You all spin on your heels, respective weapons raised. Zombies. Pouring into view, rolling out from underneath the sea of cars. Hundreds of them. And all of them converging on the truck in their hopping shuffle-run. You see Lenny firing futilely at on standing still, pointing at the Ford. Holy shit... They ambushed us. They fucking ambushed us! They aren't supposed to be that smart! That's- that's bullshit!They're not all that fast, but there's no way you all would be able to fend them off. On the upside, they don't seem to have spotted you three. You might be able to escape into the hospital unnoticed, but you'd be leaving the others to their fate. Sprint for the truck! Dive in and GTFO! It'd be close, but you think you might be able to get in before the zeds reach it! Yell for the others to abandon the truck and sprint for the hospital, and move forward to give them covering fire. You might be able to find a place to hole up inside. [C]Yell for the others to get inside, but immediately go in and try to find a place to hole up. You tried, but you can't really help much more than that. [D]Quietly slip inside, hoping to escape the hoard's notice. The others are screwed anyways. [E]Signal the others to drive off without you. You won't unnecessarily risk their safety for yours; you three can go hide in the building. [F]Your gut tells you that that one Lenny was shooting at is special. You instincts say that if you can kill it, it'd guarantee the others' safety, and that you could do it unharmed. But that's just plain insane. You'd be sentencing yourself to death by diving in there.... [Z]CYOA
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Post by praetorian on Jul 27, 2009 0:44:04 GMT -6
I'd vote E but I feel like taking a risk so I'll say F.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 27, 2009 0:51:13 GMT -6
B
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Post by The Merchant on Jul 27, 2009 0:53:28 GMT -6
I agree with Tbone... I mean Ace. I want F, risk always makes for good stories.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2009 3:47:36 GMT -6
F!
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Post by slayer22 on Jul 27, 2009 7:27:00 GMT -6
.....F.....
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 27, 2009 8:40:52 GMT -6
"CHIEF! GRAB CYNTHIA! GET TO THE CAR! DON'T FOLLOW ME!" You yell back, already a solid 10 yards away as you make a beeline for that zed. God I hope he listens... This is insane ! All the others will probably just rip me to shred before I even get to him!You push yourself onward anyways, already committed to this course of action. A scream pierces the dull roar of moaning from behind you, but merely serves to reinforce your determination. Your feet fly atop the pavement, light as air. You approach a lone straggler zed. Raising your pistol, you fire several times consecutively, still running. The first two go wide, but the thirst catches the side of the dead businessman's head, taking half his face off. You run by as his re-dead corpse sinks to the ground. Ahead, though, you see you'll have to go through the bulk of the hoard to get to your target. A quick glance back at your vehicle tells you that you really don't have the time to try to go around or anything; the tidal wave of zombies will crash against the car before you make it. "Aaaaah.... Fuck it!" You swear, charging right into the hoard. You do your best to shove and tackle them away from you, and for a little while, it works. Then, your foot gets tangled with one of the zed's, and you both tumble to the ground. I'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdead!You lie on the ground, sure that at any moment the dead will fall upon you, and begin their feast. You curl up on the ground, and slam your eyes closed, awaiting the end. Something kicks your leg, and trips to the ground. That's all. No biting. No tearing. No dying. You open your eyes, looking around. They're just passing by you, fixated on the truck and their juicy food inside. It's like they don't even notice I'm here...You get to your feet, still half expecting them to leap on you, as they were 'only kidding' about letting you live. Amazed, you gently push one of them as it walks by. It stumbles the direction you nudged it, and just kept on hopping towards the others. No time for this, I'd wager they'll still kill everyone else.Snapping back, you turn and pick your way through the crowd, making your way to the Hoodie man with confidence. Now that you don't need to bull your way through, it goes much faster, and you make it to the other side unscathed. You break into a mad dash at your target, who spots you coming. He looks at you as though not quite understanding what it sees. You make it within five feet of it, and skid to a halt. You're about to raise your gun when you get the incredibly strong urge to go rush the humans in the truck. They're juicy and delicious. You should go get some while you can....The voice was right. They probably were delicious. Your stomach rumbles and your mouth waters with the thought. You feel yourself start to turn around without really trying to. Yes. That's right. Run along now....Yea, running sounds good. You should do that. The voice was so right. The compulsion becomes near irresistibly. You're already spun around and half about to walk back towards the pickup before you realize what you're doing. NO STEVE! Fight it! Don't give in! Those are your friends, and they need you now!You battle to face back towards the man, and it seems to be the hardest thing in the world at this moment. After a bit of strife, you succeed. The man's look of puzzlement has deepened into one of pure incomprehension. Don't resist me; you'll just unnecessarily exert yourself. We're on the same side here. I want food... You want food... Let's work together, shall we?You struggle to defy the suave voice's temptations, managing only to fight yourself to a standstill. No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to will yourself to raise your gun and shoot the walking corpse still staring at you with those dead, pupil-lacking peepers. Then, a cry of surprise, or perhaps pain, from the direction of the truck, along with shotgun and magnum fire. With a surge of willpower, you manage to shake off completely the chains that thing had been trying to place on your mind. Your arm shoots up, pistol primed and ready. "Waaa.... eerrrr... ooo?" the hoodie'd thing grunts, sounding just as a caveman likely would. W-what are you? "Your end," you mutter to yourself before pulling the trigger. The bullet snaps the thing's head back, and it falls over backwards with a thump. The dull roar of moaning emitting from the hoard immediately dies off. Turning about, you find that a good majority of the runners have faceplanted, as though suddenly they had all forgotten they were running and locked their legs up. The ones that weren't moving as fast are now looking around, as though thinking maybe they took a wrong turn back at Albuquerque, lost. The ones that fell are struggling back to their feet. Behind them, you see that Cynthia is in the back of the car, looking worriedly your way, and the Chief is already piling in. Sprint for the truck and speed the heck outta here. Those zeds are docile now, but you doubt they'll stay that way for long. Hopefully Bates can hold out till you find somewhere that isn't flooded with infected. Wave for them to drive off without you. You were sure you were going to die anyways, no need for them to risk everything to give you a chance at something you had stopped believing in a minute ago. [C]Try to signal them to abandon the truck for now and escape into the hospital, yourself following right behind. Bates still needs help, after all, and you don't want to risk trying somewhere else. There could, however, be far worse horrors inside.... [D]You get the astoundingly strange but intense urge to remove the hoodie from the thing. Let the others do as they will; you trust their judgment. You've just simply got to know what's underneath that hood. Give into your impulses....
Party: Steve Ames (Pronounced "aims"): Bitten Equipment: 9mm Beretta, (9/13) 0 spare clips. Empty 9mm clip Frying Pan (Currently in Truck)
Cynthia Smith: Equipment: Large kitchen knife
John Bates: Currently moderately wounded and bleeding Equipment: Lead pipe (Not at hand, left in Cab.)
Burt "The Chief" Williams: Equipment: Pump Action Shotgun, (5/8) 23 extra shells Standard issue police Taser gun
Lenny Maril: Equipment: Desert Eagle, (2/7) 3 clips remaining
Louise Shaffer (Pronounced "shay-fer"): Equipment: None
Transportation:
Bates' Ford F-150 Pickup Truck Space: Cab -- 3 Bed -- 9
Current Usage: Cab: 2 total Louise, driving -- 1 Frying pan -- .5 Lead pipe -- .5
Bed: 6 total Bates, layed out -- 2 Cynthia, standing -- 1 Chief, standing -- 1 Lenny, standing -- 1 Supplies, two units--1
(Note: The wheels are jacked way up.)
(OoC:Alright, so, do you take control of what the group does, or give into your instincts? They haven't led you wrong before, but you'd be giving up your say in what the others do. They'll be allowed to act as they see fit: they could drive off without you or perhaps just sit there, yelling at you to get to the car as the zed slowly notice them and close in. You just don't know.
It's your call. Make it well.)
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Post by slayer22 on Jul 27, 2009 9:14:31 GMT -6
A
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 27, 2009 9:17:08 GMT -6
Against my better judgement, C.
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Post by cosby on Jul 27, 2009 9:32:03 GMT -6
A
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Jul 27, 2009 9:52:32 GMT -6
A
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Post by praetorian on Jul 27, 2009 10:49:29 GMT -6
Though it doesn't matter, I'll say C as well.
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 27, 2009 11:02:16 GMT -6
A
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Post by Roger on Jul 27, 2009 13:53:36 GMT -6
Fighting off the impulse, you make a mad dash for the truck, juking through the rising crowd of the dead. Nearly everyone is looking your way and goading your forward, Chief and Lenny doing so in between blasting any zeds that draw a little too close. You close in on the pickup, and spot a zombie getting up on it's hands and knees. Seeing the opportunity, you plant a foot in it's back and leap off, sailing through the air. "GOGOGO!" you hear Lenny yell, as you land in the truck bed with a clump and tumble into a heap, thankfully missing anything or anyone. You feel the truck jump forward, as Louise meets pedal with metal. She tears out of the lot like a bat out of hell, nearly tipping the vehicle as she turns wildly onto the street. You crawl over to the side of the bed and prop yourself up against the sidewall, head and heart both pounding from the fading adrenaline. Not two seconds after you settle are you pounced upon and shaken violently. "What the hell where you thinking?!? You could have died!" Cynthia exclaims into your face, voice cracking slightly. Almost immediately, everyone looks over. She slowly seems to realize what she's doing and instantly lets go. She backs off and looks away, turning a bright cherry red. At that moment, Bates moans in pain, sparing Cynthia the awkward stares and you the problem explaining how you knew what you'd done would. Chief places his shotgun on the floor and checks John's pulse. He looks up to the rest of you, face grave. "He's not doing too good. His pulse ain't as strong as it wus earlier. Much longer n'...." he peters off, not needing to finish the sentence. The group is stunned into a sullen silence by the news. After a few minutes of the hum of the engine being the only sound, someone breaks it with a hushed 'Well... What now?'. Suggest that Louise let the horses loose and make towards the Civic center will all speed. It's Bates' best chance now... Say that Louise should continue on towards the Civic Center at this steady level pace. It's a long ways off, but you can't risk everyone to a wreck. Bates will just have to hold out... [C]Head to the mall. It's a good deal closer, and there just might be someone there that can help. It could be John's only hope..... [D]You've got to try to fix up Bates yourselves, now. If you don't do anything right now, you believe he'll bleed out no matter where else you go.... [E]You've gotta go back to the hospital. You think those supplies are the only thing that could help save his life right now.... [F]As harsh as it is, Bates is screwed. There's no use fighting the inevitable. Find somewhere to hole up. [G]You don't like it, but you know Bates is done for. Skip town. You've gotta get out of this hell hole. [H]Use your pistol, and give Bates a mercy killing. He deserves better than a slow agonizing death....
(OoC: You've managed to get Bates in quite the spot. So many choices, but only one will save him.
As always, choose carefully. More than one life may hang in the balance....)
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 27, 2009 14:05:41 GMT -6
A, let all hell break loose on the pedal.
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 27, 2009 14:08:52 GMT -6
D
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Post by slayer22 on Jul 27, 2009 14:37:12 GMT -6
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Post by The Merchant on Jul 27, 2009 14:40:34 GMT -6
A, Civic Center seems like the most reliable option.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2009 14:45:37 GMT -6
E
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Post by praetorian on Jul 27, 2009 15:53:13 GMT -6
D seems to be the best option to me. Even if only to say I called it if they end up wrecking the vehicle from driving so fast and killing a few people.
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Post by Song Nai on Jul 28, 2009 4:37:52 GMT -6
A
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 31, 2009 9:47:42 GMT -6
"We've gotta get him to the civic center..." you breathe to yourself, not aware the thought had manifested itself in words. "Huh?" "The Civic Center. I-It'll be the most likely spot for survivors. We've gotta get there. Now!" You look to the back window. "Louise? Know how to get there?" "Um... Yea, I think so. Haven't been there since... I don't know. But I think I can figure it out." "Good. Get us there! And don't spare any of the horses!" "But too fast and we mig-" "Look, my friend is dying. Unless he gets medical attention right now, he's done. So drive!" She simply nods slowly and withdraws back into the cab. Soon, the engine rumbles back to life, and the truck jolts forward. "Hold on!" Louise yells back. That's right Bates, just hold on. We'll get you some help. Just stay alive...The ride is rough and bumpy. Louise no longer tries to steer around the odd lone zombie in the road, and they're soon dragged under the oversized wheels. She swerves in and out of derelict cars with suicidal abandon, more than once raising two of the tires off the ground during a particularly tight turn. You don't really notice much. You spend the time with eyes held shut and hands folded, praying to a god you're not sure is listening. Your parents had taken you to church once or twice when you were little, and apparently some of it stuck. The rest of the group is much the same: each quiet and morose, left alone with their own thoughts. "Only a couple more miles!" Louise calls out an indeterminable amount of time later. She says something else, but is drowned out by a long and low wail. The howl of something gone feral. It sounds a ways off, but more soon sound, some a good deal closer. "So there are more of them..." Cynthia whispers, the blood running out of her cheeks, "Murdocks...." She's right. They sound a lot like the death cry of the one back at the gas station. Not precisely it, but then again, these likely aren't in lethal pain...."Louise?" You hear yourself ask, eyes nervously scanning the roadside. "Already on it...." She replies, body hunched over the wheel and a driven look in her eye. The howls continue ringing out periodically, all of them seeming to draw closer. You catch yourself itching your neck again, not so much because it was bothering you, but as a nervous habit newly developed. Forcing yourself to stop, you instead reach down and draw your pistol. "Almost there! Only another quarter mile!" Louise exclaims excitedly. You're currently on a small curving road. On one side, rugged rock wall stretches up about fifteen feet. On the other, posts with rope strung between forming a guardrail, "protecting" travelers from a small drop to the floor of the surrounding woods below. The route curves gently to the right, and is at a gradual downward slope. Having been this way a few times, you know that the civic center is just around the bend. Just as you're starting to believe you'll make it, the slicing sounds of something small cutting through the air lets loose. You quickly spot the Murdock positioned atop the rocks a ways ahead. "Take cover!" You advise loudly, pressing yourself against the wall of the bed. The others rush to follow suit. It leans over, firing it's deadly projectiles in your general direction. Many clink harmlessly off the pavement underneath, but some manage to lodge themselves into the trucks body. The intensity soon increases, and you suspect others must have joined the barrage. This must be how they hunt... They're weak as hell when they're alone: they can't hit the broad side of the barn! But together, they can just fill the air with their shots, making aiming rather obsolete...The noise of breaking glass flies back, and you hear Louise give out a small squeak. "Louise!" Lenny calls worriedly. "I-I'm fine. Was just the windshield!" She answers, clearly a little shaken. The Ford continues to fly down the winding path, desperately trying to escape the rain of needles. Then, like the sunrise coming to banish the intruding night, the building slides into view. "There it is!! We're gon-" BANG The vehicle dips awkwardly forward and to the left, and soon a screech of metal-on-pavement surrounds you. "Oh Christ, we just lost a tire! Hang on, we can still make this!" Louise yells, panic starting to slip in. The pickup rushes forward still, turning drunkenly. The darts continue to pelt the truck, breaking mirrors and windows and burying themselves into the truck's fuselage. BANGThe truck suddenly leans dangerously to the right, and just as Louise tries to dodge to the left of a mangled Ford Explorer. The remaining tires lose their tenacious grip, and the pick-up goes into a sickening spin. ======================== You sit up groggily, vaguely wondering why the smell of gasoline fills your nostrils. You blink a few times to clear your blurry eyes. You sit on a forest floor, which is littered with junk food and other supplies. A red truck sits in a growing pool of liquid overturned in front of you. The liquid flows from the tank, so it's safe to assume this is the source of the smell. Mystery solved, you're about to return to your nap when the situation comes into full focus. Two figures are trapped under the truck, one in overalls pinned halfway under the bed and the other more feminine, hanging upside down in the cab. The one in overalls is moaning loudly, as his legs are being crushed under the vehicle. The one in the cab is unmoving. A couple feet to your left is a young girl in a hoodie sprawled across the ground. She seems to have a head injury, and looks to be unconscious. Farther past her is a man of similar age in a Letterman, and is lying face down, unmoving, in a crimson pool that steadily grows larger before your eyes. Two lavender-gray spikes now protrude from his back. Oh god.... Those weren't like that before. And just on the tail of that thought: But I've never seen that guy before... How do I know that? You sit and ponder for a moment before it all comes back. You make to stand, but are quickly reseated by a sudden and sharp pain in your side. You vaguely remember being thrown from the truck and slamming into the tree at your back. Ignoring the pain, you take a step forward. "Steve! Quick! This- arg... This gas could light up any second! Get Louise outta there!" The man in overalls pleads, grimacing in pain every few words. They're soon followed by a tidal wave of howling, coming from just above. You quickly realize you have the lives of several people in your hands, and only time guaranteed for one action before the things attack. You may have more, but there's just no way of knowing.... Grant Lenny's wish and run to save the woman in the cab. She's clearly not conscious and in immediate danger. Directly ignore his request and instead move to lift the truck up enough for him to wiggle free. Hopefully, once he's free, he can assist the others. [C]Cynthia is lying inert at your feet, and bleeding from a head wound. Pick her up and flee for the sanctuary of the civic center, Bates is clearly gone, and you don't really care about the others. [D]Bates is in serious trouble. Dart to his fallen body and try to see if you can save him. You may be able to do something. [E]Where is the Chief?!? Search the surrounding area for him. Hopefully, if he's alright he can help with the others. [F]Those things are closing in and you don't want to die. Run for your life for the Civic Center, your life matters far more than the others. [G]Draw your pistol and find a position from which you'll try to fend off the oncoming beasts. Maybe, just maybe, there were people at the Center that saw the crash and are sending help. You also don't think you could live with yourself by deciding who lives and who dies; you won't abandon anyone. [H]Try to hide in the forest. You don't think you'd be able to out run them or fight them off.
For B and E (If successful), what Steve requests they do: 1. Help Louise 2. Help Lenny 3. Help Cynthia 4. Hep Bates 5. Look for Chief 6. Help fight off the creatures 7. Book it.
Party: Steve Ames (Pronounced "aims"): Bitten, Broken Rib. Equipment: 9mm Beretta, (9/13) 0 spare clips. Empty 9mm clip Frying Pan (Currently in Truck)
Cynthia Smith: Unconscious. Equipment: Large kitchen knife
John Bates: Exact current status unknown, but looks severely wounded and bleeding. Equipment: Lead pipe (Not at hand, left in Cab.)
Burt "The Chief" Williams: Currently missing, status unknown. Equipment: Pump Action Shotgun, (3/8) 23 extra shells Standard issue police Taser gun
Lenny Maril: Legs pinned under truck, but conscious. Equipment: Desert Eagle, (7/7) 2 clips remaining
Louise Shaffer: Unconscious. Equipment: None
(OoC: The Murdocks are closing in, and everyone's in danger. The clincher: You don't know how long you have before they fall upon you. You'll surely be killed if they strike when you aren't ready for them.
How far do you push your luck? How many people do you dare attempt to save?)
(Note: All actions may not take up the same amount of time.)
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Post by slayer22 on Jul 31, 2009 9:55:43 GMT -6
E 3
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 31, 2009 11:35:10 GMT -6
B5
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Post by Veta on Jul 31, 2009 14:36:37 GMT -6
E 3 and A if possible.
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