LOL actually Radavel metagamed that one. I never actually said I was military, but here goes.

"Actually I am a sergeant in the US Army, but I have a lot of family that live in Canada. I was on a long vacation after getting off a tour of Babylon ..errr... Iraq. I'll watch the cars, but I really need a bench grinder or a good sharpening stone."

Patrick points to the honkin' big sword on the van's floor.

"I think it wont do much against guns, but for a regular looter it might keep them off our backs."

Init (1d20+6=26)

"Mary Ann, this way!" Johnnie pushes her in the direction of the stairs.

LOL actually Radavel metagamed that one. I never actually said I was military, but here goes.

Sarge - a bench grinder

You'll need a plug in and an hour or so.

"Mary Ann, this way!" Johnnie pushes her in the direction of the stairs.

Mary Ann is crying.

Sarge - a bench grinder

You'll need a plug in and an hour or so.

"Mary Ann quick! We gotta go!" Johnnie pulls on her arm.

LOL actually Radavel metagamed that one. I never actually said I was military, but here goes.

"Actually I am a sergeant in the US Army, but I have a lot of family that live in Canada. I was on a long vacation after getting off a tour of Babylon ..errr... Iraq. I'll watch the cars, but I really need a bench grinder or a good sharpening stone."

Patrick points to the honkin' big sword on the van's floor.

"I think it wont do much against guns, but for a regular looter it might keep them off our backs."

As he heads back in to Ace he mutters good naturedly to himself (but so Patrick can hear), "Man, I thought the US Army issued guns ... not big MF swords..."

I'd settle for a nice long piece of Arkansas whetstone and a little honing oil (and 3 hours of peace)

He takes the crowbar with him into the store, keeping an eye out for his fellow looters. He does take a few seconds to check his phone for any return messages once he’s certain there’s no danger – then he heads over to where he thinks he saw a grinder before.

Patrick smiles at the retreating parkour practicioner.

"The sword ain't Army issue unless you want to consider the West Kingdom a military organization."

"Mary Ann quick! We gotta go!" Johnnie pulls on her arm.

"Where are we going?"

"Across the street, friends are waiting for us." Johnnie smiles at Mary Ann. "I'll keep you safe."

"The sword ain't Army issue unless you want to consider the West Kingdom a military organization."

Patrick is standing there admiring the sword when Johnny and a small attractive woman come sprinting around the corner. Johnny has a scalpel in his hand and looks wild eyed. The girl is crying.

Rad or Patrick roll initiative for the group. Add individual bonuses to the base roll.

Yeah that and a pump-action shotgun and ol' Sgt. Curtin be sittin' in the catbird seat! <chee chee!>

Yeah that and a pump-action shotgun and ol' Sgt. Curtin be sittin' in the catbird seat! <chee chee!>

Basic roll: 1d20=11

Johnnie's init is 17.

corralled everyones init:
Patrick: +2
Dave: +2
Sam: +3
Johnnie: +6
Mike: +2
Mary Ann: Unknown

So:
Johnnie: 17
Sam: 14
Everyone else: 13

Johnnie spots Pat. "We gotta go!"

Patrick looks over at the wild-eyed Johnnie. Sensing his distress, he snatches up his sword.

"What's the matter, man? Are there looters or gangbangers about?"

Patrick's Iraq instincts cut in, and he scans the area for trouble.

Spot: 1d20=10

As Johnny and Mary Ann run up to the van a wild eyed man, pale skinned man covered in blood comes running around the corner.

He gait is fast but awkward, as if he's wounded. He's snarling.

Johnnie points to the wild-eyed man, "That's the matter!"

Patrick is frozen for a second .... he is not quite processing what he sees, his mind not yet ready to make that fearful leap into the realm of darkness.

"Hey you @zzhat!" he screams "Stand off or you'll get a piece of this!"

Patrick brandishes his greatsword, ready to strike if neccessary.

Johnnie and Mary Ann run pass the brave Pat. "Leave it!"

Patrick stands firm.

"I aint letting no one take my van!" he screams "Get your friend in safe and tell the others we got trouble!"

"Mary Ann, get in the van." Johnnie throws his backpack inside.

"Wait here. I'll be back shortly."

"Sam! Dave! We got trouble!" Johnnie shouts as he pass the warehouse's door.

>>>>>MAP<<<<<

Sam and Mike: just post where you've been. Coming back with armloads of canned goods and rice. In the hardware store or whatever. Enter the melee if you like.

Dave: You don't have the grinder yet. You're just inside the door.

Init:
Johnnie: 17
Sam: 14
Everyone else: 13
Zombie:8

Seeing Johnnie's smart manuver, Patrick screams at the top of his lungs

Hey all y'all better get your asses out here! We're getting attacked for our stuff!

After that Patrick shuts the side door, standing beside the idling van and waiting for the approaching man, scanning for any accomplices.

I'll check in and see what happened tomorrow morning.

Oh too GD funny that zombie token ...I fit to bust a gut when I saw that.

Oh too GD funny that zombie token ...I fit to bust a gut when I saw that.

The bloodied man runs toward you with his jerky, shuffling gait. You see his skin is pale, almost greyish, his eyes seem milky, and his face and hands are covered in blood. From his neck down it looks like an artery burst on him yet he himself has no wounds. His face is fixed in an animal snarl and his eyes focused on you.

You wait for him, you could have moved, but seeing a bloodied man snarl like a beast somehow stopped you. He approaches to within ten feet and you see the meat hanging out of his mouth.

The break in was exciting, but this, this: it pretty well empties your adrenaline reserves.

>>>>>MAP<<<<<

Sam and Mike: just post where you've been. Coming back with armloads of canned goods and rice. In the hardware store or whatever. Enter the melee if you like.

Dave: You don't have the grinder or whetstone yet. You're not far inside the door.

Init:
Johnnie: 17
Sam: 14
Everyone else: 13
Zombie:8
Sarge: 7 (Delayed until Zombie's move)

It's time to decide, Sarge: it's your init count.

Everyone else can post round 2 actions.

Dave is moving uncharacteristically slowly, having stopped just inside the doorway to scan the place for looters, then taken a few dawdling steps whilst checking his phone for messages, the crowbar held loosely by his side.

Suddenly he hears a commotion from outside – sounds like Johnnie shouting. Dave shoves the phone back in his pocket and turns, trying to see what’s going on outside the door.

Johnnie's standing outside, at the back of the van. Dave creeps over to the door, crowbar held ready, and out, trying to get a handle on the situation. "What's going on man?" he asks, before noticing the freak closing in on Sarge.

Dave is moving uncharacteristically slowly, having stopped just inside the doorway to scan the place for looters...

Kruel, not sure if I get a full action for round 1 and round 2 … let me know if I’m going too far with this.

“Sh*t, does that guy have A.S.E.? Sarge! Get away from him, he’s infected! Sh*t, we should be wearing the proper masks…”

Dave runs for the Camero, gets in through the unlocked driver’s side door, leans over to unlock the passenger side, calling out for his closest friend to jump in, then attempts to restart the car. Is another repair check required?

Again, let me know if this is too much for two rounds.

Dave Judd wrote:

Dave will go for quick and dirty – repair roll:16+3 = 19.

It's not a Ford Falcon, but it's black, and the car is better.

More retconning - I get swamped at work, and when I come back, there's zombies. Typical. ... I hope the Camaro has room, otherwise, Mike's gonna get left behind.

Mike replies to Dave's query.

"Name's Alex. Alexander Supertramp."

As the Australian jimmies open the driver's side door of the Camaro, Mike clambers into the *unlocked* passenger's side. Nice.

Great. I'm stuck in a Camaro with the f#&%in' Road Warrior.

Mike feels the weight of the wrench in his hand, testing the serrated grip. It feels solid.

The car slows, then stops altogether.

Mike exits.

And there it is: the walking dead. It's the first time Mike's seen one of the 'victims' of this new plague, and for a split second, he wonders if it's still alive. Then he notices the viscous, black blood, the staring, unblinking eyes, the outstretched hands. All doubt vanishes. Recalling everything Brooks wrote in his book on undead, Mike raises his wrench, ready to give the zombie a real old horrorshow tolchocking.

Maybe this is a bad idea...

“Alex, get back in man,” calls Dave from the (relative) safety of the car (or standing at the door if he hasn’t made it in yet).

Johnnie shouts one last time to get the attention of Dave and Sam. Then he runs back to Pat's van.

Kicking a rock at the zombie, "Alex" turns, sprinting away from the shambling thing.

He climbs atop the car's roof, waving his wrench aloft like a cavalry sabre and shouting.

"Two men enter! One man leaves! Yeah, dig it, motherf!#*er!"

"Get off the f*ckin' roof d*ckhead," mutters Dave as he tries to start the car.

Offense meant in character only of course. And to give some context, many Aussies are quick to level anyone who does something mildly stupid or annoying as a "complete d@*!@ead".

"Get off the f*ckin' roof d*ckhead," mutters Dave as he tries to start the car.

Offense meant in character only of course. And to give some context, many Aussies are quick to level anyone who does something mildly stupid or annoying as a "complete d!**@ead".

I'm gonna let Patrick have his whack because he was there and ready.

There are no great sword stats. It's bigger than a katana and d20 modern tends to have higher damage stats so let's call it 2d8 Slashing (2d6 bludgeoning unsharpened) / 18-20 critical x2 / 2H / Large / 10 lb. / archaic proficiency

Everyone else is staring slack jawed, getting in cars, getting out of cars, taking position, or coming back with canned goods from the grocery store....

After Patrick posts his swing you can go boot f!!~ this thing or whatever.

"Get off the f*ckin' roof d*ckhead," mutters Dave as he tries to start the car.

Rumble.

Even with the zombie snarling everyone wonders how fast the car can go.

The next Motorhead track blares.

Despite the craziness of the situation, Dave can't help it. He smiles a broad, feral smile ...

EDIT: would a corvette be a good vehicle to use as a base as far as vehicle stats go?