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They are kinda sounding like the hive zombies from Cell now. :O

When the shooting wraps up, Patrick looks to see if any of the food he tossed to the roof made it through the chaos.

There’s a zombie splattered Starbuck’s bag down on the first landing of the fire escape, is that yours?

I'll leave that one for the seagulls, thanks. >.<

"If that wasn't the most horrible thing I have ever been through." He mutters. "I never thought anything would ever trump Fallujah."

At least they don’t have AKs and IEDs.

Yeah but explosives and bullets are one thing. Rancid monkeypox werecorpses dripping snot and blood and fecal juices while they chase you are quite another :O

Patrick keeps his rifle ready, his left eye twitching a bit as he views the grotty carnage below.

When the shooting wraps up, Patrick looks to see if any of the food he tossed to the roof made it through the chaos.

"If that wasn't the most horrible thing I have ever been through." He mutters. "I never thought anything would ever trump Fallujah."

Patrick scrambles to the roof, feeling quite relieved that the threat has diminished for now. He gladly accepts the rifle from Dave, aiming and firing at the zombies in an almost obssesive manner.

He glances over at the two strangers between shots and says:

"I don't think we've been introduced .." BANG "I'm Patrick and these two are Mary Ann and Johnnie." BANG

The irony is that I don't think Sarge is very good with a rifle. But I guess we'll have to let him make his confession about that later.

UGH ... too true ... in the spirit of another thread going on this board ...DAMMIT JIM! I'm a linguist not an infantryman!

consdier me hauled!

YUG! any more rolls needed from me?

Dave Judd wrote:

“Sarge! Can you chop its arms off?”

Once he sees the situation below Judd jumps onto the landing and then slides down the ladder to the second level.

Patrick hears the cry and shouts:

"One step ahead of ya!"

Attack: 1d20+5=21

I don't know what you want for called arm shots, so I just rolled regular attack.

Dam: 2d6+4=10

Patrick swings at the stubborn zombie, trying to get it to drop off.

D'OH!

Patrick gawps for a second, then reality b*tchsmacks him in the face again.

"Awesome! Now let's get the Hell outta here!"

Patrick waits for Johnnie to climb up the fire escape and keeps an eye out below until he can follow.

Patrick yells to Johnnie:

"Need a hand here bro!"

New Str chk: 1d20+3=7

Patrick attempts to haul the rusted ladder up once again

Remind me to send IC a donation!

Well I got this as a good morning present ...GRRRRRR

STR Check: 1d20+3=4

Patrick tries to pull the ladder up, but the rusted metal squeals and refuses to budge.

"You are a disguting fatbody Sgt. Curtin." Patrick thinks to himself.

The thought of random bits of zombie flying though the air and showering me with rancid goodness and monkeypox is making me love my morning so far!

Patrick looks up at Alex and shouts:

"We gotta wait 'till Johnnie gets here! Help Mary Ann up and I'll wait for him!"

Patrick keeps an eye out, sword at the ready in case he needs to stab a few monkeypox victims.

Patrick helps get Mary Ann moving up the ladder. He then climbs up to the next level and waits for Johnnie to arrrive.

"C'mon ...c'mon" he mutters as he watches the doctor beat feet to the ladder, zombies in persuit.

I don't know if this is doable .. but I would like to try climbing the dumpster, jumping for the ladder and putting it down for the others. I have +8 in Climb and Jump, and have prerolled them thus:

Climb: 1d20+8=20, Jump: 1d20+8=20

The strategy being that Mary Ann and Johnnie might not be able to make the leap up, and I am hoping the zombies ain't dexterous enough to climb a fire escape ladder.

Thass why he tossed that sh*t to the roof. At this point he was trying to save a little grub in case they got trapped. I don't know how tall the roof is, or if there is a lower area to toss the food at, but ol' sarge is getting his hands free to climb climb CLIMB!

Nice pick on the soundtrack Kruelaid

Patrick screams "RUUUUUNNN!" and pelts for the gun store like there is no tomorrow (which there might not be). Upon arriving he tosses any food he was carrying up towards the roof and begins to climb. He helps Mary Ann up if this is needed. +2 for assist other?

Climb: 1d20+8=19

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"Almost at the van, over." Replies Johnnie to Pat.

Patrick trips the WT as he boots for the gun dealership.

"We got dead company ..real close ..move quick to gunshop over."

Patrick runs next to Mary Ann and keeps an eye out for shamblers.

After the first 2 shots, and just before the rate increases, Patrick hears sound of falling garbage cans coming from between the buildings that the crew has parked in front of.

Patrick runs to the open van door yelling to Mary Anne:

"Grab whatever portable food you can grab Mary Ann we are climbing the roof!"

Patrick collects up whatever foodstuffs he has on hand from Starbucks and hustles Mary Ann out of the van and towards where "Alex" climbed. He trips the WT while doing so.

"Johnnie the sh*ts hitting the fan and we need to get up on the building. head for where the others climbed over."

Patrick hauls the van door closed and grabs the keys out of the ignition, hitting the locks. Lemmy is cut off in mid growl:

"Your bones will build my palaces
Your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the God of War
And I will cut you**"

Patrick jerks as the sound of gunfire echoes along the darkened buildings. He brings the WT up and trips the button

"Sam SAM! Give me a sitrep ASAP over!"

Patrick calms down a second and breathes and tries again.

"What's going on Sam? Is it zombies? What's going on? Over"

He glances towards where the path of gunfire is heading. He looks sideways to preserve his nightvision as much as possible from the strobe flashes.

Lemmy growls on uncaring

"I love you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain .."

Patrick squints into the gloom, trying to spot any zombies.

Perception: 1d20=18

The swirling chaos of trumpet and synthesizer fades from the van's stereo, only to be replaced by the the apocalyptic doom riffs of Motorhead's Orgasmitron.

Weird. I was just listening to "Comfort Eagle".

Also a fine outing by Cake

Sgt. Curtin wrote:

... perhaps a SAW would make him feel even better ....

How about two?

As long as I'm wishing, how about a Bradley?

Keeping an eye out for Johnnie, Patrick wishes desperately that he hadn't had to give back Charlene when he deployed from Iraq. The cranky M16 rifle would have been a comfort right about now, though perhaps a SAW would make him feel even better ....

... Tell Sarge roger on Alex – wait, did he just call him Mike? Never mind…

D'OH!

Patrick stays close to the van and keeps the side door open, waiting for Johnnie. He sees the punker Mike climb out of the car and head up the building. He trips the WT again.

"Sam you on the roof still? Mike is climbing to your position. Don't brain him, over."

Patrick looks at Mary Ann.

"You doing okay? We gotta be ready, we might be running in a moment if the zombies start showing."

The van's stereo plays softly, just loud enough for Patrick to catch the menacing intro chords to Cake's "The Distance"

Patrick trips the WT again

"Johnnie ... get back to cars. Zombies in area, we need to circle the wagons, over."

Patrick speaks into the WT to Sam

"I haven't seen them yet, but I smell that zombie stink in the air around here. I think we need to start making tracks, over."

After warning the others in the cars, Patrick trips the WT

"Sam you there? Big trouble! over"

Patrick stiffens, smelling that zombie reek in the air. He runs to the van and whispers inside.:

"We got zombies nearby. Be ready."

Patrick runs to the b1tchin' Camaro and warns Mike that troubles coming.

I say we got trouble ...Right here in River City ... with a capital T and rhymes with Z and stands for Zombie

The time alone and the waiting is making Patrick a little nervous. He starts humming to himself.

"I was on a quest ... walking down the road a way ... do dah do dah..."

EDIT:Perception: 1d20=17 in case I need one :)

nice tension building Kruelaid

Patrick keeps an eye peeled all about, his borderline PTSD kicking his @zz hardcore.

"Zombies ... why'd it have to be zombies?"

... "What do you think Pat, do you wanna stay down here with um, Alex I think Dave said his name was? Dave and I will go in through the roof, providing of course there is a way in up there and we'll let you guys in."

There's a pause... "ummmm, over," she says into the WT.

Patrick scans the area nervously

"Yeah that's cool, just hurry K?"

Looks down at his orange-colored tee under the chain mail shirt

"At least I don't have a red shirt on ..." He mutters to no one in particular

"That's a rodger Rodger"

Patrick walks along with Sam, scanning the area and listening for any footsteps. His time in Babylon taught him to always identify the exits in any situation. He keeps his sword ready

"And to think I thought that video from the Russian military was a hoax." Patrick mutters to himself, eyes wide and twitching.

"Just had some blood splat on me, no wounds. Cleaned off skin with isopropyl ..over."

Perception: 1d20=10

Patrick, still slightly in shock casts about wildly seeing zombies in every shadow.

Sgt. Curtin has the effective weapon and a bit of armor so he will go

Patrick slumps in the drivers seat, relieved that Aunt Terri is OK. He announces:

"My aunt's trapped in the hospital. She says not to come. There safe for now, probably as safe as anyone as long as they are locked up tight in a room somewhere."

Patrick texts back to his aunt:

Try 2 keep me posted. I M on the run 4 now. Will try to help if I cn. Plz text if sitch chnges. I will update U as well. Zombies on streets, hard 2 kill. DON'T ATTEMPT! .. Luv U P

Patrick gives a wan smile to the van's occupants

"Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue."

"And Sarge ... I don't know mate, I'm sure you're Aunt is a nice lady and all, but s~&@ ... if that thing you killed back there was a product of A.S.E., are you guys really sure that heading to a hospital is a good idea?" At that, a sudden thought occurs to him, and he checks his phone again.

Patrick grimaces as he thinks of what a slaughterhouse any hospital would be during a zombie epidemic, he reflexively checks his phone for any messages.

Any?

Patrick screams, cursing those who engineered this nighmarish plague.

" You finally really did it. You maniacs! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL! "

Ol' Sarge is just having a moment.

Mike breaks into a strange sort of grin.

"Pretty b%&#~in' Camaro, eh, man?"

Nice Dead Milkmen reference

Patrick spots the Nickleback fan and his two pals loping up to the two cars. He whips his head over to the front of the van and sceams:

"Dude! We got company! Ahead warp factor 9!"

Patrick makes sure the van's doors are locked, just in case these zombies don't play by the movie rules. He starts to scrub his skin with liberal amounts of isopropyl alcohol. Afterwards he dons his SCA gear as fast as possible.

"Keep the doors locked and the windows shut guys!" Patrick warns Sam, Mary Ann and Johnnie "There might be more on the way!"

Patrick looks back at the car Dave is driving.

"You know how to handle a van Johnnie?"He asks, casting a worried glance back at the other car as he gets his gear straight.

...

Some whiskey would probably do it, too.

Oh if my character makes it somewhere safe he will be scrubbing his insides with some of that, believe me!

I will scrub any blood or gore that touched my skin with isopopyl alcohol or hydrogen proxide from my first aid kit

Patrick backs away from the animated corpse and gasps in shallow breaths. He looks around at his companions.

"Guys I think we have a VERY bad situation here." He says in a detached shocky manner.

Noticing the smear of blood the corpse got on him, he jerks and begins stripping his teeshirt off. The green blood-spattered tee has the legend "Choose your Weapon" and a display of several odd-shaped dice.

"Aww son of a .... that was my favorite Jinx shirt!." He wails

Using the ruined shirt as a cleaning rag he attempts to get the gore off his sword. He opens the van door and grabs an orange tee shirt with Itchy and Scratchy displayed chasing each other in bowler hats with the legend "A Chopwork Orange". He dons this hastily, then begins to shimmy into his chain shirt and helmet.

No called shot on last hit?? No worries, calling shot on this bad mofo:

Called shot to the pumpkin: 1d20+1=12, Dam: 2d6+2=10

Patrick attempts to get the zombie in the head, belatedly remembering that only head shots do the trick.

"Aim for the head jerkwad!!!!!!!!!! He screams to himself, lost in his own nightmare.

...

Round 2:Sam steps forward to see if the guy needs some help after Pat's attack, convinced that the fight has surely gone out of him now. As she gets closer, she notices the decrepit appeance of the guy and slows down, not quite getting within reach of him. "err... what the fnck is wrong with him? He does NOT look well. Umm, apart from the fact that you just hit him with a HUGE g%* d!~N SWORD! What the hell were you thinking Pat?"

Patrick yells back at Sam.

"Don't go near him he is a frackin' zombie and I am not bullsh*tting, just stay back!"

Throwing up another attack roll, plug in when proper:

ATK: 1d20+5=18, DAM: 2d6+3=12

Adrenaline has pumped ol' Sgt. Curtin into full fight-or-flight angry monkey mode. He screams again and swings his sword at the nightmarish monstrosity before him.

Back on the net

"Pat, where are the keys?!" Johnnie seats himself behind the van's wheel.

"In the ignition!" Patrick yells back, keeping an eye on the zombie and readying another hack.

Guess what song just showed up on my playlist at work. Guess. I dare you.

All you Zombies by the Hooters???? Don't know why that popped into my head :P

Patrick at first thinks that the odd-gaited man might have rabies, then the entire picture focuses in his brain with maddening clarity. The meat hanging from his teeth, the blood, the glassy eyes.

"Christ on a cracker it's a f-f-frackin' ZOMBIE!"He screeches in a most horrified manner

"GAAAAAAAAHHHH!"Patrick screams a feral monkey screech of fright and swings his sword at the nightmare made real.

ATK:1d20+5=14, DAM: 2d6+4=14

The large sword bites into the zombie's dead flesh most convincingly.