Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash & Matthews

Equipment: Ash: G3, USP Match (Full ammo in both) | Matthews: Beretta, frag grenades, Double Barrel (10 shots to reload with, 2 in gun)

Location: Farmhouse alongside 1946 Route  56

Status:Ash: Firing G3. Matthews: Blasting.

I accidentally shot a survivor in the head. He was fifteen, I found a Metal Baseball bat on him. Great. I seriously need some loving sleep. I handed Matthews my G3, before heading inside, to go to sleep. | I took the G3, firing down a zombie or two from a distance. The double barrel was on my back, currently.

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[Celtic Wolf]

Name: Frank Johnson Health: 70% Status: Okay
Inventory: .357 Magnum (5/35), oil, wrench, pitchfork, bread, butcher knife Location: Farmhouse

I give Bob some help working on the car and tighten some nuts with the wrench. (Completion: 20%) It's around 5:00 AM, Matthews is taking some much needed rest and Ash just got up. Thanks to Matthews, I'm okay... I owe him.

I pack up some supplies from the house, including a flashlight and some batteries, some beef jerky, and a small first aid kit (4 uses). I bandage Bob's wounds (+10 health, also progressive heal) and mine (2 uses).

Name: Frank Johnson Health: 80% Status: Okay
Inventory: .357 Magnum (5/35), oil, wrench, pitchfork, bread, butcher knife, first aid kit (2/4), flashlight, batteries, beef jerky
Location: Farm

[LeeroyBlockhead]

By the way. Yes, I just killed Block's kid character, and looted the Crusher. He is no good for this roleplay so far, since he'd likely get us forgeted over.

[Celtic Wolf]

By the way. Yes, I just killed Block's kid character, and looted the Crusher. He is no good for this roleplay so far, since he'd likely get us forgeted over.

Yup

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: 80/100   Status: Working on car, Tired
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/37 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), Sword Launcher (2 uses), Spear Mortar (1 use), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (8 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure" Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, small vial of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location: Farmhouse along Route 56, PA

I fall asleep working on the car.

Car Completion: 25%

The next morning, I wake up where I fell asleep, eat some food from the farmhouse, and keep working on the car.

Name: Bob   Health: 80/100   Status: Working on car
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/37 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), Sword Launcher (2 uses), Spear Mortar (1 use), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (8 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure" Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, small vial of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location: Farmhouse along Route 56, PA

[lordfeline]

I dont mean to be a party killer, but bob, im pretttty damn sure you couldnt carry all that stuff.

[Jorici]

Name: Tommy Stratton      Health: feels good mang      Status: Scared
Inventory: .38 Special, .38 Special JHP (200 rounds, 2 boxes of 100 bullets), Earmuffs
Location: Baltimore, MD

The Apartment was quiet. Way too quiet. I shook the thoughts out of my mind. Too many childhood memories here, I can hardly take having to burn it down. 5 gallons of gasoline later, I lit a match, and dropped it. The building was up in flames in seconds, and I heard inhuman screams coming from the inside as the fire slowly ate up the floors above it. A few infected ran out, and I shot them down. I wore some earmuffs over my ears, to prevent the gunshots from bursting my eardrums, as I have very sensitive ears. I started walking away, when the building creaked. I turned around, and the building snapped and shifted, and collapsed into a burning heap. The building I grew up in. Reduced to rubble.

[BobSevenSevens]

Well, the small crap goes in my backpack, the .44's have holsters, the M14 has a sling, so it goes around my back, and I can carry the Sword Launcher. I guess the only thing I don't have room for is the Spear Mortar.

Name: Bob   Health: 80/100   Status: Working on car
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/37 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), Sword Launcher (2 uses), Spear Mortar (1 use), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (8 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure" Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, small vial of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location: Farmhouse along Route 56, PA

Car Completion: 30%

I stop for a sec, and realize we should get some defenses on the roof of this place. I go to the roof, and mount the Spear Mortar and Sword Launcher to the frame of the house. Now they can be used to help defend the house. However, we can't use them very often, so we have to be careful.

I decide to take a break, and read a car manual I found on the floor to help me get work done faster.

Name: Bob   Health: 80/100   Status: Reading
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/37 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (8 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure" Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, small vial of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location: Farmhouse along Route 56, PA

[PowerDag]

Name: Aries   Health: 100/100 (feels good mang)   Status: Doing Nothing
Equipment: .45 Smith and Wesson Revolver (6/6 Boron Shots), TDI Vector (60/60 Rounds), Medical kit
Inventory: 7 .45 Boron Revolver Packs, 7 TDI Vector Cartridges, Binoculars
Location: Farmhouse along Route 56, PA

Aries: "So what's the problem?"
Bob: "This stupid car won't work."
Aries: "Here, let me help."

(x2 Car Completion Speed)

[Jorici]

Name: Tommy Stratton      Health: feels good mang      Status: Triumphant
Inventory: .38 Special, .38 Special JHP (200 rounds, 2 boxes of 100 bullets), Earmuffs
Location: Baltimore, MD

I continued driving down N. Charles Street in my steel-plated truck, with a large, serated plow in the front. At the end of this street was the Legion of Survivor's forward base. It was zombie-free zone, with 30 foot high walls, along with a 30 story building filled with communication equipment. You can access the Baltimore Airport from there via underground tunnel, where the LoS is trying to set up a rendezvous point for people who come here from all around the country. They screen you for the virus, and if you have it, they tell you to piss off, or some unlucky few get killed right there by men in Bio Suits. I was lucky enough to be accepted into the LoS. I was driving a 2010 Ford Bronco, with the LoS's logo on the side. These were the most common vehicles in the LoS, and they were maintained by several engineers. My specific Scout Bronco had a V-8 Engine, and most of the unneeded stuff that added extra weight was stripped off. It had a rollcage, too, along with a cache of weapons to choose from in the back. I had a raised chassis, with 30' wheels, with treads made for driving in dirt. I drove right past the LoS's Forward Base, and hopped onto Route 56 heading west.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash & Matthews

Equipment: Ash: G3, USP Match (Full ammo in both) | Matthews: Beretta, frag grenades, Double Barrel (10 shots to reload with, 2 in gun)

Location: Farmhouse alongside 1946 Route  56

Status: Both: Fine, conversing a bit

I woke up a bit afterwards, walking over to Ash. "So, you were bitten before?" I asked Ash. | "Yeah. Some stupid bitch from the army almost removed my spine and could've sliced out my brain." | "Reyes?" | "Yeah, that stupid bitch costed us our Seargant." | "Ah."

[Jorici]

Name: Tommy Stratton      Health: feels good mang      Status: Triumphant
Inventory: .38 Special, .38 Special JHP (200 rounds, 2 boxes of 100 bullets), Earmuffs
Location: Route 56

Sleeting rain pounded the windshield. I could barely make out the farmhouse, but I had to pull in for the night. The rain was just too damn strong. I pulled into the farmhouse, and there was another car there. Puzzled, I called out, "Hello?" out of the window of my car. No answer. I turned the car off, flipped the radio on, and said to the LoS's Forward Base, "Hello, this is Stratton. I won't be making it back tonight, I am going to look for some supplies in Pittsburgh, I heard they have a plethora of supplies." I opened the car door, and got out. I began to inspect the other car and make comments to myself on the framework. All of a sudden, I felt cold steel on my neck. "You wanna give up your car?" The voice rasped. It sent a tingle down my spine. "No, not really. I will leave if you let me go. I mean no harm." I said shakily. The gun lowered, and I saw the man peering into the back of my truck, at the supplies I had, at the spare radiator in my trunk. "Nice truck you got here." The man said.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

@Jorici

Who is this fine fellow raiding your vehicle?

[Jorici]

Not sure, he isn't really raiding it, either. Whoever you want it to be.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

@Jorici

Even a suspicious african american male with a Desert Eagle?