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Hmm maybe not

Patrick yells to the soldier

I'm not too comfortable walking through all this blood soldier! Can you just tell me if we can pass or not?"

Mask off, at the side in carrying pouch (I assume it has one?)

Patrick trips the WT

"Guys I'm going to talk to the soldiers. Stay tight and ready to bolt if anything hincky goes on."

Patrick turns to Johnnie

"Get in the driver's seat while I'm out man. I get in trouble you bolt and worry about me later. We can't take these guys on full on."

Patrick dismounts (with NO weapons) and slowly approaches the soldier, hands high in the air.

DER DER DER: 1d20=14, 1d20+1=8

Patrick slows to a stop and rolls his window down. He slowly sticks his head out and yells to the soldiers:

"Can we get by or is there no passage? We're trying to get to some family members! We're not sick!"

Please tell me you didn't get around to reading Stephen King's book Cell ... brrr

You guys with mobile phones.... are your ringers on?

Hehehe.

At this point I'd say yes

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The red X at the top indicates where Grainger supply is. The bottom X is Vancouver General Hospital... which, as Johnnie can tell you, just happens to be across the street from the Canadian Center for Disease Control.

OH JUST PEACHY!

Patrick's jaw clenches as he tries to put some distance between them and the pack of slavering zombies. He hands Sam's iPod back after her song is done.

"Sorry, but I need a little bit of Mustaine to take the edge off."

Patrick reattaches his iPod and toggles up his Megadeth folder. The growling lyrics of Sweating Bullets begin to pump from Lucretia's speakers. He looks out the rear-view mirror as the pack of hungry cannibals run after them.

"Oh Christ on a cracker we are sooooo fncked."

Patrick mulls it over

"Yeah, I don't want to leave Aunt Terri stuck in zombie Hell. OK, let's head for the hospital, then we can do the groceries."

Patrick pulls behind Mike/Alex when he pulls over to let Dave drive to guard his back.

Yeah we need to do a lil' shopping first. We owe Klein a lot

Yeah I vote for over the big bridge.

Hmm I'm thinking the highway wil be jammed, and there could be Zs using it as an asphalt buffet. I vote the park and take chances on the big bridge. Might not be so many Zs in the park.

Patrick glances at Sam as she switches iPods out. He smiles at her music choice.

"That's fine Sam. Don't judge me too harshly on that last choice. I dowloaded the Katrina and the Waves song in a fit of nostalgia. I've got something like 30,000 different songs in that lil' bastard.."

The smiles runs off Patrick's face like it was being chased by zombies.

"I guess it's time to try the hospital."

Patrick reflexively checks his cell phone. If there is no message he texts to his Aunt Terri.

Coming 2 yr position. We R mobil now. Will txt when closer. I luv U -P.

Patrick trips the WT

"All good over there guys?" He asks

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She hears Patrick's enthusiastic singing and carefully places one of the ear pieces from her ORokr's into her ear...

Eww .. no singing, just a funny soundtrack from the iPod. Give me some credit :P

I'm posting GMT -4 ATM, either unforgivably early in the morning or late late at night.

Patrick sees Judd make a nice leap into the Camaro's driver's seat and lets out a sigh of relief. Then the snarls of the approaching zombies hit his endocrine system like a double shot adrenaline espresso.

"Roll them windows up folks! Let's kick the tires and light the fires!"

Patrick concentrates on getting Lucretia in alignment as Judd dives for the Camaro. The snarls of the approaching zombies counterpoint with the radio.

"I'm walkin' on sunshine ...Woaoah!"

I will hold the Anaconda at the ready in case there are any surprises in store for our Camaro crew.

Patrick follows Alex as he fishtails towards Dave's pickup location. He attempts to get his Anaconda readied while keeping close to the Camaro.

"OK folks get those lead pushers ready! Dave might need a little cover fire if those Zs get any closer!"

While jiggling everything Patrick's elbow jogs the iPod dock. The small device chirps irritably and begins an incongruous song for the moment.

Seeing Mike rev the Camaro up, Patrick lays rubber over to the area Dave had specified. Triggering his Wt he heads out.

"On our way Dave, get ready to beat feet."

Patrick trips his WT after everyone gets in Lucretia.

"Will do Dave. Keys in the Camaro's ignition I assume? Over."

Looks at the folks in the van

"Who's driving the b*+&$in' Camaro?"

Patrick prepares to drive out.

After stacking the supplies hurriedly, Patrick jumps into the driver's seat of Lucretia and revs the engine.

"Get in guys!" He yells to his passengers.

Flipping his walkie talkie he readies to move out.

"Dave, gimmie a location I can pick you up one the fly, over."

The Germanic sounds of Rammstein's Moskau blare from Lucretia's speakers. Patrick hits the off button.

"No time for love Dr. Jones." He mutters inanely to himself

Patrick trips the walkie talkie

"Guys we gotta situation. Zombies approaching. Take care and wrap this s!@@e up ASAP. Over."

Patrick looks up at Dave when he hears the gunshot. He whips around, keeping an eye to the surroundings.

"Oh man we are sooo screwed. Game over man, game over ..."

Perception: 1d20=17

Patrick trips the walkie talkie.

"OK, looks like Johnnie's in. I'll keep watch on the vehicles down here, Dave keeps an eye on the Zs down at the mall and the rest go and fill up on goodies. Sound good? Over."

Patrick keeps an eye out for any wandering zombies. He keeps Lucretia running, but steps away from the door to keep an all-points view of the area.

Bing! 1d20=20

Fear has sharpened Patrick's senses beautifully.

Don't forget we have the walkie talkies ...no need fer shoutins!

"You guys hear that? From across, at the mall? Does anyone else think its weird that the place would be humming with activity at a time like this? Either theres a fantastic sale on, a lot of looters ... or a sh!tload of zombies..."

Derpa Derpa Dee 1d20=7

Patrick switches off the radio and puts the van in park. He strains to listen, keeping his new rifle at the ready at his side.

"We gotta be careful. Hopefully there is something distracting them for now and we can get our stuff before they spread out."

He looks at the group

"We gotta go as quiet as possible, and cover each other's backs."

"Aye. No time like the present."

Patrick sheathes his Greatsword and scoops up his shiny new guns and follows Dave.

Patrick listens to Sam's plan, nodding

"Sounds like the best course of action to me. I think we also should help the Colonel get that extra space squared up as well and maybe set out some signs for any survivors pointing this way. You could start a core area here for people to rally to."

Patrick grins

"We can load up Lucretia with some grub for you no problem. I bet we can fit some good bulk groceries in her no sweat."

Oh and Quick Reload seems to be the smart move on feats ..so sign me up on that bad boy.

If Sam's taking the Beowulf I'll grab an H&K MP5 . With the Anaconda of course.

Patrick hefts the Anaconda

"I like this guy. That Beowulf is pretty nice as well."

Patrick smiles slyly as he peruses the guns.

"My little Wastem is a good luck piece. Most people think it's a Pokemon, and who could mistrust a Pokemon?"

Patrick grins wider

"And all God-fearing folks know Henry Rollins is the debbil."

Patrick looks at Mike.

"Just kidding bro, I actually saw them at my college back in '84."

Not true, but I would have if I had been at UMass one year earlier! LOL

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Mike looks at them both, bemusedly.

"Well, for what it's worth, you both scare the hell outta me."

Patrick snorts

"Says the man with the Black Flag tattoo."

Patrick looks at the colonel.

"Any Hummer dealerships around? I'd get a Ferrari but don't those usually have ragtops?"

Patrick shudders

"Maybe a Mountie compound or a Canadian military base for an armored vehicle. "

Patrick looks at the Ananconda

"OOOOOhhh shiny..."

... deadly, but you might want to carry one or two of these handguns as well."

Patrick looks at the colonel

"Oh no worries. I am a firm believer in dropping zombies at a decent range. I just want something in case I miss."

Patrick begins to peruse the gun choices.

Patrick looks over at Sam's tee and shrugs.

"Well to each their own."

Patrick brings out his RPG shirt and gives Sam a wink.

"Is it like a Pokemon or something?"

Patrick snickers

"Nope, not a Pokemon, a Wastem."

Seeing the other's blank stares, he elaborates.

"It's a monster from a game I used to play with my friends. The Wastem was a carnivorous pudding bear that if you saw its tusk it was getting ready to eat you. We figured no one else in the world would ever get that tattoo, and so it was a unique mark of brotherhood."

Looking around at the blank faces Patrick shrugs.

"Yeah us Army folk can sometimes be weird, I admit it."

Patrick grins

"Sorry ..old habit. El Paso. Spent a good chunk of time there before doing time in Korea and Iraq."

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"Ahh, jeez... Hank Jr.'s OK, but his son't better. And plus, I've already sold my soul to a different Hank."

He displays his upper arm, showing one of his many tattoos.

Patrick looks up at the tattoo.

"Nice one. Got this one with my battle buddies in Hell Paso."

Patrick pulls his pant leg up and reveals a small yellow cartoony creature on his ankle.

Patrick finishes putting on a fine edge to his Greatsword. He wipes it down with an oily rag and replaces it in its scabbard on his back. He strips and cleans his new gun too, trying to get the feel of the weapon. He assists the others getting the items from the vehicles and makes sure the van is locked tight. He is mostly silent, thinking deeply.

Patrick works on his sword, grinding its edge down to razor sharpness.

Patrick addresses Eddie

"Eddie do you think I could use your grinder to get an edge on Maeve here?"

Patrick pulls out the greatsword

"It was pretty dull when the balloon went up."

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We can head out for a raid on some game stores. Pick up Monopoly, a chess set ... hey, we could even play a little d&d!

Yeah and start a D20 Modern game where we pretend we are sending computer messages to each other to play! Then we will totally be confused. :P

Patrick listens to the debate.

"Well I have an aunt stuck in the Vancouver hospital right now, and I am damn sure going to try to get her out once we get squared away."

Patrick refelxively looks at his phone for texts, then back up. He looks around at the others

"Col. Klein is right. We need to try and help folks survive. Not just out of altruism, but because we will need assistance if we are going to survive. I'm sure there ain't a whole lot of food stored in here either. We can't just hunker down, we have to prepare and get out there."

Besides hiding in this building and playing poker for a year will make for some terrible PbP

Patrick nods at Sam

"I agree, but we need to think up a way to keep from getting mobbed by the monkeypox swarm."

Mary Ann wolfs down what may be the last fresh piece of blueberry coffee cake that will ever exist...

Funny, my wife is in the process of baking a homemade blueberry buckle ...MMMM

Patrick pays attention to what the Colonel says with the attentiveness only the truly fanatic can muster.

"Probably like the corner of 4th Street and Hell right about now."

Patrick looks up at the Colonel

"Yeah, they don't really look dead either, which is a relief. If this is a disease then if we can hold out long enough the environment should take care of them for us. Might be able to take them out with damage rather than pure head shots."

Patrick looks down at the zombies wandering around birdlike.

"One thing about being in Vancouver I never could stomach: all the damn zombies.."