"I was thinking more along the lines of one of those bigger boats. It can hold more people in case we get some stragglers over the water and it will also be more comfortable for sleeping on ands caring for wounded if we need to. Speedboat would only be better for a speedy getaway. In saying that, what's to stop us taking both the Speedboat and something like one of those small yachts down there in the Marina proper?" Sam points at a couple of the samll yachts in the water.
“Yeah, that’s cool. So … why are we sneaking out there again? We just want to talk to those guys on the boat without getting shot, right? Why not just walk out slowly, waving a white flag or something – or a white shirt on a stick, whatever. Surely zombies can’t do that?”
Patrick frowns
"Well, that MIGHT work, but if I was an @sshat who was safe on a boat and a saw strangers near my location flying a flag I might be tempted to shoot first and ask questions later. Not saying they will, but I'd rather have something solid to duck behind if they decide we are a threat. Besides ..."
Patrick's frown deepens
"I think the little episode at the grocery store kinda proved were not quite sure WHAT zombies are capable of doing."
"I was thinking more along the lines of one of those bigger boats. It can hold more people in case we get some stragglers over the water and it will also be more comfortable for sleeping on ands caring for wounded if we need to. Speedboat would only be better for a speedy getaway. In saying that, what's to stop us taking both the Speedboat and something like one of those small yachts down there in the Marina proper?" Sam points at a couple of the samll yachts in the water.
"You've definitely got a point. As much as I'd rather go DIY with the forklift, practicality wins out in this case."
Mike gives his knife a couple of experimental spins around the back of his hand.
"So are we gonna f~*#ing go or what?"
Judd nods. “Fair point. Let’s stealth it.”
He gets his s~%+ together and prepares to sneak out over the wharf with the others.
Patrick gets his gear togther, grabs an axe and puts it in his belt does a quick PMCS on his weapons to test readiness, loads up on extra cartridges and scans the area ahead for a decent path with cover.
"Hand me an axe, if there's one left."
Patrick gets his gear togther, grabs an axe and puts it in his belt does a quick PMCS on his weapons to test readiness, loads up on extra cartridges and scans the area ahead for a decent path with cover.
"We still taking the water route? Oneth by land, twoeth by sea and all that?"
Everyone loads up with the necessities, filling up the tool bags from Ace hardware. You chat about the approach plan, always keeping wary eyes on the hiding places, nooks and crannies all around.
That the road from here to the Marina is an panic improvised parking lot doesn't help. Heck, a pox-cannibal could be waiting behind any of the cars here.
You begin the walk to the marina.
Everyone loads up with the necessities, filling up the tool bags from Ace hardware. You chat about the approach plan, always keeping wary eyes on the hiding places, nooks and crannies all around.
That the road from here to the Marina is an panic improvised parking lot doesn't help. Heck, a pox-cannibal could be waiting behind any of the cars here.
You begin the walk to the marina.
"Let's make like a tree, and get the f%#& outta here."
Patrick goes over a few basic hand signals in case they have to keep quiet.
"...And a raised fist means stop. OK, I'll move first, wait for my ok to advance."
Patrick heads for the water, staying crouched and scanning the area before moving. He uses the cars as cover from the boat area. After moving forward he checks the area then signals the others to advance.
On the west side of Bewicke Ave you can move on the shoulder of the road between the jam of cars and the buildings, or through the snarl itself, or you can take the east side and walk between the snarl and the Marina's yard... the yard is beside the channel of Mosquito Creek as it empties into the Burrard Inlet.
Then you can cut into the parking lot of the Marina clubhouse. This will take you to the west pier. It looks like you have to go through the clubhouse to get onto the pier, though.
As you begin stalking toward the piers you pass a small empty lot on your right, a few stringy trees sway in the light breeze. You catch the faint sweet odor of the pox.
Perception; Stealth (1d20+7=15, 1d20+2=22)
Johnnie follows after the other as quietly as he could. He is very alert and scared and afraid of infection from the zs. "Are we there yet?" He whispers.
Dave’s still not entirely convinced that the stealth approach is the best one (if he was on that boat he’d be more likely to shoot at a bunch of guys who suddenly popped out of hiding real close, than a group that walked slowly down the board walk in plain sight), but the rest of the group seems to think so, so he’s not going to argue too much … he’ll just do his best to stay out of sight if and when the sh!t hits the fan.
Being stealthy with a sniper rifle slung over one shoulder, a small backpack over the other and a crowbar in hand is not terribly easy, but he does his best. He stays towards the rear of the group, content to let Pat lead, glancing back every now and again to make sure that no zombies are closing in behind them, his paranoia helping to sharpen his senses.
Patrick moves forward quietly, using the hard-won instincts travelling in combat zones the last few years have taught him. He advances slowly, trying to keep a low profile, then gives the OK to the others to advance. He keeps the advances fairly small so the group can stay relatively together.
Perception. (1d20=15)
Stealth. (1d20+7=10)
Between all of her gear, Sam is having a hard time crouching and being stealthy. She makes sure to stay at the rear of the party for just this reason, so as not to give the others away if she is spotted.
Between all of her gear, Sam is having a hard time crouching and being stealthy.
Between the rattling gear and rifles bumping into cars the stealth isn't going so well, and the situation worsens just as you reach the north east corner of the parking lot -- it doesn't take everyone much to notice the bodies amongst the cars, but these are no sniper victims, they look like a lion's dinner, and there are dozens of them, probably more than fifty you can guess, assuming they're spread around evenly.
Sarge, Johnny, Judd:
Mike:
Dave taps his nearest companion on the shoulder. “Z’s ahead,” he mouths, pointing towards the woods to the east, where the canal dumps into the inlet. “Tell Pat.”
Patrick stops when he sees the zombies ahead. He points to his eyes and then flashes the fingers to the amount he sees. He points to the direction then signals for everyone to come to his position.
"S%%*, we're f+%%ed."
Mike gestures to the woods to the right.
"F$!*in' Zs. They haven't noticed us yet, but they're gonna be on our asses soon."
"s~%*, we're f@&~ed."
Couldn't say it better myself.
There are more cars in the lot than pictured. The Xs indicate offal heaps.
Judd glances about, looking for the zombies that Mike mentioned, and also any other interesting features. Not much cover, he thinks.
He shuffles closer to the others, staying in his crouch.
“I’m pretty quick on my feet,” he whispers. “I might be able to draw them off, let you guys make a break for the clubhouse and see if you can get in or around it to the wharf.”
Patrick frowns
"That's a big risk Dave, you sure you're up to dodging that many Zs?" He whispers
“I’m pretty quick on my feet,” he whispers. “I might be able to draw them off, let you guys make a break for the clubhouse and see if you can get in or around it to the wharf.”
This place is a free runner's playground. Cars (you could literally go back a block without hitting the ground once). Boats on racks. Empty racks. Shacks....
The only place you want to avoid is the open field to the west.
Patrick frowns
"That's a big risk Dave, you sure you're up to dodging that many Zs?" He whispers
Dave shrugs. “Hopefully. If they’re shufflers, not sprinters. And if I can get across there,” he points to where there seems to be some sort of bridge or weir across the inlet next to the clubhouse, “If I need to.”
Dave shrugs. “Hopefully. If they’re shufflers, not sprinters. And if I can get across there,” he points to where there seems to be some sort of bridge or weir across the inlet next to the clubhouse, “If I need to.”
The buildings to the east? If you go straight in that direction won't that pull the zombies right past your friends?
Dave shrugs. “Hopefully. If they’re shufflers, not sprinters. And if I can get across there,” he points to where there seems to be some sort of bridge or weir across the inlet next to the clubhouse, “If I need to.”The buildings to the east? If you go straight in that direction won't that pull the zombies right past your friends?
“You guys cool with that? Someone want to hold onto the sniper rifle while I do this thing? Thanks. Ready? ”
Patrick grips Dave's hand
"God speed my friend. Stay safe." He whispers.
Patrick takes the sniper rifle from Dave, along with any gear he wants to shed.
Everyone is crouched low between a few cars in the north east corner of the lot. You need to peek through windows to see the zombies. They are still sniffing around. Wind is from the west. You can smell them.
Dave nods to the others, then begins sneaking out between the cars, staying low, making for about the centre of the lot He keeps his crowbar clutched in his left hand, his right hand not far from his holstered Glock.
Once at his location he stands, clambering atop one of the nearby cars. “Oi! Dead Heads! Over here!” he yells.
"Good Luck Dave, thanks."
Sam mumbles to herself, "god I wish I had a Silencer for this damn Sniper Rifle."
Once at his location he stands, clambering atop one of the nearby cars. “Oi! Dead Heads! Over here!” he yells.
Johnnie readies the shotgun. "WTF is he trying to do?"
Once at his location he stands, clambering atop one of the nearby cars. “Oi! Dead Heads! Over here!” he yells.
They unhunch instantly, a little faster than you hoped, stop sniffing, and look around for you... it doesn't take long to get a fix.
They move fast and as a group, like seabirds but without the bird s$#+. The chase is on.
Cue in Sonic the Hedgehog music here.
Once he's sure all three groups see him, Judd heads south screaming something in Australian that only Sam understands and cutting dangerously close to the largest flock of pox-cannibals.
Where possible he’s jumping between cars, sprinting over roofs and hoods. He concentrates on what’s ahead of him, and what he can see in his periphery, not sparing the time to glance back and risk a misstep.
“’ken catch me if ya can ya roo rootin’ bastards!”
He’s staying close to the edge of the watery inlet on his right, between him and the clubhouse, so as to avoid the zombies from the eastern group. Nothing too tricky, he’ll only take bigger risks if he thinks they’re in danger of catching him – then maybe some big leaps from the top of tall car roofs (SUVs, vans etc) to adjacent rows of cars, over the top of Z heads.
When he’s about level with the clubhouse, he finally risks a glance back.
EDITED
"Sh)t, these f^ckers are faster than I thought..."