Surveying the carnage around her, she makes sure to keep a close eye on the Zombies around the far manhole. "Fnck," she thinks to herself. How the hell are we gonna find Pat's mum in all of this?
Looking back down, then back outside, she sighs aqnd takes a few deep calming breaths before climbing back down the ladder again. She sees a body laying one the ground and raises the Sig to cover it as she moves over towards the open doorway.
Looking back down, then back outside, she sighs aqnd takes a few deep calming breaths before climbing back down the ladder again. She sees a body laying one the ground and raises the Sig to cover it as she moves over towards the open doorway.
Just as it starts clawing its way toward her.
Johnnie presses his back to the wall and reloads the shottie. He tries calm himself by taking short deep breaths. He knows that the other thing is still lurking.
Johnnie presses his back to the wall and reloads the shottie. He tries calm himself by taking short deep breaths. He knows that the other thing is still lurking.
Johnnie:
Cord, Sarge: Perception DC 10
Sam bolts up the stairs and you ready your weapon. Ears still ringing. When she comes down someone stands up beside her. Could be Judd or Anna.
Cord, Sarge: Perception DC 15
Sam bolts up the stairs and you ready your weapon. Ears still ringing. When she comes down someone stands up beside her. You don't recognize the clothing but it doesn't look hostile. It's rubbing its eyes.
Cord, Sarge: Perception DC 20
Sam bolts up the stairs and you ready your weapon. Ears still ringing. Beside her something pulls itself up, it's burnt and wounded. Hunched over. Cannibal.
As Sam returns back down to tell the others about their freindly Neighbourhood Watch Commitee upstairs, she sees the figure on the ground rise up and make a grab for her out of the corner of her eye.
Without thinking, she twists her body around and lashes out with a punch to the thing's face, sending it reeling back a step.
Punch Zombie in the face! (1d20+5=18)
Damage (Lethal thanks to her Martial Arts Training). (1d4+1=4)
She sees what she hit and looks down at the blood on her glove, horrified and glad at the same time for the fabric protecting her from the smear of blood she can just make out on her knuckles.
The person beside Sam staggers backward.
Sam:
Cord curls himself in a ball, screws his eyes closed and clamps his hands over his ears, the explosion happens in slow motion.
In hind sight bracing the handle of the fire axe between his knees is a bad idea, the handle falls backwards in the pressure, glancing off his already inflamed and tender, from the bus crash, meat and two veg. He collapses sideways, unsure if the glowing flashes in the dust and smoke are caused by the burning pain or the flash of gun fire.
Gritting his teeth, he thrusts a hand to the floor, bringing himself to his knees, through the dust he sees someone he doesn't recognise standing next to Sam:
* Perception - (+0 wis, +6 ranks) = +6 (1d20+6=16)
"WHO THE FUNK ARE YOU?!?" he screams, far louder than he expected.
As the figure staggers backwards he shouts again, the words jumbling together, "SAM, IS THAT YOU? IS THAT A Z? WHERE IS MIKE?" pause for breath, "MIKE!"JUDD?"
He spends the whole round staggering to his feet braced against the wall and looking for the others.
"Sh!t"
Sam curses as she raises the Sig in front of her and sends a shot into the reeling Zombie at point blank range. The bullet pierces the thing's eye socket and continues on to imbed itself in the concrete of the wall, turning the dust behind it a rosy shade of pink in the sunlight streaming down from above.
Shoot Zombie with Sig. (1d20+5=25)
Confirm Critical Hit. (1d20+5=9)
Damage from Sig Sauer P229. (2d6=5)
Surprisingly, the thing is still standing, even after such a devestating wound.
The now cyclopean zombie staggers around and snarls. It seems that between the dust, the tonfa in the face, and getting one of its eyeballs shot out, that it's as blind as b##~&%~.
You wonder what's happening outside, or down the tunnel for that matter.
Judd is head-shotting the twitching Z on the floor beside him and trying to figure out where the hell everyone else is.
The damage to everyone's ear-drums is mounting.
The now cyclopean zombie staggers around and snarls. It seems that between the dust, the tonfa in the face, and getting one of its eyeballs shot out, that it's as blind as b&%%~&@.
Johnny pats Judd on the arm, points at his eyes, and then points down the tunnel toward the blast.
Johnny climbs up the ladder and looks outside.
The damage to everyone's ear-drums is mounting.
Screaming:"OKAY ENOUGH WITH THE SHOOTING!"
Judd can hardly hear the gunfire which is between 140 and 170 decibels and resonating through a small concrete room. Incidentally 130 decibels is known to cause actual physical pain.
Judd can hardly hear the gunfire which is between 140 and 170 decibels and resonating through a small concrete room. Incidentally 130 decibels is known to cause actual physical pain.
Judd agrees with Anna. "SHUT THE F*CK UP!!! GUNS DOWN!"
That doesn't stop him from pressing the barrel of the Glock into Twitchy's ear and pulling the trigger.
Cord continues to alternate clamping his hands over his ear drums and over his man hood as he surveys the room through watering eyes. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he says, once again a little louder than he expected, "THERE MIGHT BE A FEW ZEES IN BANFF WHO HAVEN'T HEARD US YET!"
Patrick looks around, Charlene at point, waiting for the inevitable zombie to appear from the smoke
Patrick looks around, Charlene at point.
Dave tries to get his bearings.
You are at the T intersection before you cut left to the suicide bomb room. Under the south end of laurel. Apparently, according to Sam, it's just a quick sprint south to the entrance to the emergency entrance of Vancouver General and their ICU building. Sam, Cord, and Sarge are standing around you, you can't hear much of what they say, and Mike is missing.
Johnnie is on the ladder keeping watch on the street. He is neither screaming in terror nor firing his shotgun, or at least you can't hear him doind so... which you take as a good sign.
There is brown dust everywhere. Visibility is limited. Everyone is caked in dust. It looks like it was unsettled from the floor during the blast.
It would appear that the gas pipes did not blow, and as someone who has squeezed an egg, it now occurs to you that it is probably pretty hard to crack thick steel cylinder with a concussion and shrapnel.
Of great concern to you is the fact that nobody is guarding the tunnel leading to the hospital utility tunnel where the Lieutenant blew himself up with a nade and 4 pipe bombs - and it's pretty obvious that something was following you down that tunnel because two zombies rode the blast right into this room.
But hey, they probably can't see worth s%+!, you figure.
Judd moves to stand in the centre of the tunnel leading towards the remains of the brave soldier, his Glock held with both hands in front of him, pointing down the tunnel. He peers into the billowing dust, seeking movement.
“Where’s Mike?” he calls over his shoulder, “and the dog? Should we head up here? Get back onto the street?”
Coughing, Patrick follows Dave over.
*KAFF* *HACK*
"I don't know man, everything is confused."
"Holy Christ caught in a zipper. Hope this doesn't gum up the guns."
“Someone find him. The gods know how many cannibals are going to come boiling out of that tunnel any minute. We need to get up to the street. Frikken move it people.” He nods to Pat, glad for another set of eyes (and a sword) to help him guard the tunnel while the rest get organised and out.
The sound of steel scraping on asphalt. Johnnie drags the manhole cover back into place. Then flicks on a flashlight.
"Not clear."
“F#ck it.” Judd squints into the dust and gloom ahead. “Right then. Get everyone together and we move forward. Quickly, before they regroup or call reinforcements or whatever the f*ck it is they do. Have to hope there’s still a way through that door I opened, and that the blast got most of the bastards.” He glances at Anna. “What are you, Miss Doom and Gloom?”
“Someone find him. The gods know how many cannibals are going to come boiling out of that tunnel any minute. We need to get up to the street. Frikken move it people.” He nods to Pat, glad for another set of eyes (and a sword) to help him guard the tunnel while the rest get organised and out.
Patrick looks about.
"Sound out! Sam, where are you? Mike? Sound out! Cord? Location and status! Johnnie you there?"
"Right behind you man!" Cord says, again, unnecessarily loud, but hey he can't hear jack!
"Mike and the dog carried on past us, he is probably back at the boat by now!" his voice is at least muffled a little bit by the mask. "Want me to go look for him?!"
Cord cautiously starts heading back the way they came, flash-light in one hand and axe in the other.
"Mike! Wasbi! Here boy! Good Doggy!"
"I am here, sarge!" Johnnie swings his flashlight to mark his position.
Sam comes into the room, with the Sig out and ready. You notice she keeps glancing at the knuckles of her left hand, but think noting of it after how crazy she's been.
"Can we please get the hell out of this tunnel now!?!"
"Up is probably a bad idea too, unless you want to poke your head out into a circle of hungry Zombies. I think our best bet is down the tunnel into the Hospital proper."
She walks over to Judd. "Any chance of handing out some of those silenced guns Dave? It's not so bad down here after the explosion, but once we get into the hospital We're really not gonna be able to shoot unless we really get into trouble."
"Any chance of handing out some of those silenced guns Dave? It's not so bad down here after the explosion, but once we get into the hospital We're really not gonna be able to shoot unless we really get into trouble."
"Any chance of handing out some of those silenced guns Dave? It's not so bad down here after the explosion, but once we get into the hospital We're really not gonna be able to shoot unless we really get into trouble."
"The yellow ones are flashbangs. The green one is red smoke. Suppressors too. Don't last much more than one clip before the baffles go, there're spares for both guns. Ammo too: blue paint means cold loaded."
"Nightvision. You'll figure it out. Should still fit with the mask."
<He kicks a colt m4 carbine with a suppressor toward you. Unholsters a pistol, also with a suppressor.>
Mike:
