Z-Day PBP

Game Master Dramatis Personae

Patrick trips the WT

"We got something coming out from the hallway here. Status people!"

Patrick grips his rifle and waits to see what appears.

"Pat, you cover me. I'm gonna head down there and see what's going on."
With that, Sam takes a deep breath and heads down the corrdor into the area behind the freezers (#17), the Beowulf held up in front of her and her finger on the trigger ready for anything that may jump out at her.
Basically she will just head as far down the corridor as she can go.

Patrick covers Sam as she advances down the corridor

"SON OF A B*!~&!"

Mike fires wildly behind him as he sprints toward the vehicles.

Not even going to bother rolling for a non-aimed shot.

Patrick trips the WT

"What was that? Who shot? Status folks!"

Patrick regrips his rifle, keeping an eye on Sam's progress.

"Van ready! Road clear! Over!"

Init

Everyone hears gunshots coming from inside the store.

Sam:

Mike:

Johnny:

Sarge:

Judd:

>>>>>MAP<<<<<

All we need now are some bad rolls at the wrong time...

Group Init (1d20=12)

18 Johnny: Init +6 / DEX 14
15 Sam: Init +3 / DEX 16
15 Zombie
14 Judd: Init +2 / DEX 14
14 Sarge: Init +2 / DEX 14
14 Mike: Init +2 / DEX 15

Johnnie grabs the shotgun and shouts to Mike, "What the hell is chasing you?!"

Johnnie grabs the shotgun and shouts to Mike, "What the hell is chasing you?!"

Could be this...

Or this.

We know it ain't this - he wouldn't be running.

Sam comes around the corner and stops dead (hopefully not a poor choice of words) as she sees someone's head pop up in front of her.
"Holy sh!t. Stop right there and come out with your hands up. I don't want to hurt you, but if you try anything funny I will put you down!"
She makes sure to train the Beowulf on the person in front of her.

Patrick advances to get whoever Sam is talking to in sight

She makes sure to train the Beowulf on the person in front of her.

So triggered action = he f@@+s with you?

So triggered action = he f!!@s with you?

Yep, sorry. If that Mother Fncker does anything hostile in any way shape or form he is copping a .50 calibre bullet to the face!

Hearing gunfire, Judd drops the last few feet to the ground and rushes to the door, where he almost bumps into Sarge who is looking nervously down the corridor.

“What was that? You guys ok?” he asks anxiously, checking the safety on his pistol. Pat shrugs, indicates that Sam is further down the corridor, and then starts forward when her voice comes faintly up the hall.

Judd stays where he is, training his pistol around the stockroom. He doesn’t know if there’s a quick way out of the corridor, but there’s no exits in the stretch he can see, and he figures they don’t want to get cut off and stuck down there. Hopefully Sam and Pat can handle whatever Sam’s talking to.

Prepares an action to shoot if he sees any nasties.

Mike drops to one knee, his back to the van, and draws his guns.

"What the F~%$ was that? Was that a zombie, or some crazy m~&$*+*$&~~#?"

Yep, sorry. If that Mother Fncker does anything hostile in any way shape or form he is copping a .50 calibre bullet to the face!

He charges you, filleting knife in hand, take your shot.

Mike drops to one knee, his back to the van, and draws his guns.

"What the f~&~ was that? Was that a zombie, or some crazy motherf~&~er?"

"Hop in the van, Mike! We'll ram that sucker!"

He charges you, filleting knife in hand, take your shot.

"Mother Fncker!"

Kruel. I factored in Point Blank Shot +1. If he's not within 30ft (which I think he is, but just in case) then my total is only 24 (although I got a 20, so I'm guessing that's gonna be an auto hit). Also that means that my confirmation of Critical would only be a 16, which I think is what you said we needed for a head shot (although I'm not sure that this guy is a Z, so that might not fly).

Patrick starts as Sam fires

"Holy s!#&!"

I will hold off on firing

Patrick looks around, keeping his rifle trained on the figure Sam just shot at in case another bullet is needed.

"What is happening out there?!" Johnnie shout over the WT.

Sam:

The image etches itself permanently into Sam's memory.

Running straight for her, time slows, the gun kicks but not hard enough to throw her eye off the target, giving her, for just an instant, a clear view right through the man's skull just before it explodes in a mist of bone shards, brains, and blood.

As the body continues forward with its own momentum, stepping once more, perhaps with nerve impulses sent before his brain disappeared, Sam worries that he might keep going.

But finally he goes slack and slumps to the floor, his filleting knife skidding another ten feet as his veins and arteries drain out into he freezer access hallway.

Mike and Johnny:

There are no doors on the driver's side of the van. Mike can enter through the back door, right sliding door, or right passenger door.

Mike has time to reach the van AND open a door. Or he can stay with his back tot he driver's side, as I take his description above. The two of you see the following:

Seconds after Mike reaches the van and turns to see if he was pursued his fear is confirmed, the lunatic rounds the corner, scrambling a little to get traction on the sharp turn that takes him out the grocery store entryway. He slows as he clears the inside door, looking straight at Mike, and screams with fury.

You two are looking at him through the plate glass of the entryway. I've got Mike backed up against the van with weapons drawn and Johnny leaning out the window with the shottie in his lap calling for Mike to get in. Unless Mike is at the very back of the van the line of fire goes through the heavy plate glass diagonally so I think one of you needs to blast out the window first if you're going to shoot him. Or you can use a triggered action and cover the outside doors.

Patrick gapes at the headless corpse

"Christ on a motherhumpin' cracker" He whispers

Do we hear anything else going on outside of the access hallway?

Judd and Sarge:

When she lowers the barrel a few inches you're pretty sure that she killed whatever she saw in the hall, so you set yourselves to scanning the rest of the stock area.

It looks safe.

You go take a look at the kill. Your ears are ringing terribly.

“Sarge, did she get it?” calls Dave, glancing back over his shoulder at Patrick. “Any more of ‘em about? Who was it who shot before?”

Dave will hold his position for now, hoping for some answers.

You two are looking at him through the plate glass of the entryway. I've got Mike backed up against the van with weapons drawn and Johnny leaning out the window with the shottie in his lap calling for Mike to get in. Unless Mike is at the very back of the van the line of fire goes through the heavy plate glass diagonally so I think one of you needs to blast out the window first if you're going to shoot him. Or you can use a triggered action and cover the outside doors.

Can I ram him?

Sam looks at the body laying in front of her, eyes wide at what she's done. She has a sinking feeling in her stomach that she's just killed a man and not some creature. A tear gathers at the corner of her eye, threatening to fall, but she manages to control herself and turn away. She walks back down the corridor towards Dave and Patrick with the Beowulf lowered. She gives them a half smile as she walks past without saying anything.
She heads over to the lunch room and then to the sink, splashing some water on her face from the tap.

"Guys, we got a situation here!" Johnnie shouts over the WT.

Cue in the Queen music, just like in Shaun of the Dead.

She heads over to the lunch room and then to the sink, splashing some water on her face from the tap.

Sam:

Can I ram him?

You can try. He's pretty close, just at the inner entryway door, and the space is tight.

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“Sarge, did she get it?” calls Dave, glancing back over his shoulder at Patrick. “Any more of ‘em about? Who was it who shot before?”

Dave will hold his position for now, hoping for some answers.

Patrick looks over at Dave, his face greenish

"Oh yeah, she got it. Keep alert, there might be more."

Tripping the WT

"We got issues here! Status Alex and Johnnie! You folks OK?"

Turning to the two others.

"I'm going out into the main area. Someone shot right before this all went down. Dave stick with Sam, I think she'll need a wingman for now."

Patrick moves off towards the main store

I am headed for the main store area to check out the earlier gunshot. If I don't hear from Alex or Johnnie back quickly I will assume they are under attack and try to move in quietly for surprise.

I'll put you in at a careful jog when I update the map before bed if that's ok.

That's perfect. I don't want to all out run into the buzzsaw, just arrive at the party in time :)

Dave nods in understanding. As Pat jogs out into the main store, he walks over to Sam by the sink. “You alright babe?” he asks softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You did what you had to. It’s us or them … they’re not people anymore.”

She puts her hand on Daves hand and gives it a squeeze.
"That's just it Dave, I don't think that guy was a Zombie. He just didn't move like one. I think that I just shot a person in cold blood. It was hard shooting Zombies, but in a way it was like we were freeing them from that existence. This was just... I don't know. It just feels not right somehow."
She leans her head on Dave's shoulder and lets out a short sob.
She quickly gets her composure back and thanks Dave for his help. She then puts her mask back on and heads back out into the store room with the Beowulf held casually. She doesn't look at the corridor, instead heading out into the shop to see what is going on with the others.

"Guys, we got a situation here!" Johnnie shouts over the WT.

Cue in the Queen music, just like in Shaun of the Dead.

As the crazed zombie-man runs toward the van, Mike makes one last-ditch effort to down the bastard before retreating to the safety of the van. Leveling both of his pistols, Boondock Saints -style, he squeezes off two shots. The Glock shoots wide (attack: 9 + 4 - 2 = 11), but the shot from the magnum is a dead hit (attack: 15 + 3 - 2 = 16; damage: 2d8 = 10).

"KICK OUT THE JAMS, M&!@#&+!##!%! GET THE F@&@ OUT!"

"KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHERf#%!ER! GET THE f#%! OUT!"

The magnum rips a hole in his shoulder and he goes does like a shot of tequila on spring break. He's laying on the ground groaning. A pool of blood slowly expands around the already bloody man. His face is turned away from you.

As Sarge clears the stock room doors he hears two shots one after the other outside. Keeps moving. He get's to the front door only to find another crime scene. His face is turned toward you, toward the doors, and his eyes are closed.

He begins groaning.

Patrick advances slowly, rifle pointed at the fallen man.

"Everyone OK?" He shouts

I will maintain a respectable distance (10') between me and the fallen dude. If he looks lucid I will say the following:

"Are you human?! Answer me and we will give you first aid!"

“Shiiit…” breathes Dave. “Not a zombie? But listen … you trained as a cop, I know you wouldn’t shoot to kill unless you thought your life was in danger. There were a lot of bad guys around before there were zombies … Anyway, we better get out there.”

The two of them head through the shop to catch up with Pat.

"Are you human?! Answer me and we will give you first aid!"

He opens his eyes and looks at Sarge. He weakly try to spray the blood dribbling out of his mouth at Sarge.

"... all dead. Kill me."

Patrick yells to Johnnie

"He's human! We're gonna need first aid here!"

Patrick addresses the prone man While keeping distance ;)

"Who's all dead? Why did you attack us?"

“Shiiit…” breathes Dave. “Not a zombie? But listen … you trained as a cop, I know you wouldn’t shoot to kill unless you thought your life was in danger.

Sam talks as they walk.

Kruelaid, please DM NPC me for a while. I still have some court hearings to attend to.

Mike edges towards the fallen man, magnum still leveled.

"What the f+&&... Seriously, what the F@+& IS GOING ON?"

"He's human! We're gonna need first aid here!"

Johnny steps out of the van, but keeps a safe distance from the fallen man. He points one of the thermographs at him -

"This guys skin temp is almost 40. I don't know how he's functioning."

Johnny pulls out the iosopropyl and sets it on the ground near the driver's seat. He shouts at the man:

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN INFECTED?"