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Sam takes a look through the viewing panes, but can't see anything. She waves Pat over with the torch, getting him to shine the light through while she peers in, readying the pistol just in case.
"Looks like an office, " she whispers to the others. [i]"I can see doors on the other side and it looks like there's been a Zombie feast in there... there's blood all over the floor."[/b]
She does a double check to make sure ther is noone in the room and slowly pushes the door with her foot, leading into the room with the pistol.
Judd throws the chatters a filthy look (probably lost behind his filter mask and night vision goggles) and continues to scan the three corridors of the T intersection for signs of danger whilst Sam scopes out the crypt – er, morgue.
Sam enters the office and looks around to make sure it is clear, before moving as quietly as possible over to the opposite door, pistol at the ready.
Stealth Check. (1d20+8=11)
Cord stands in the doorway to the morgue, not believing for one moment he could tippy-toe into the room and so not even trying. He uses his flash light to scour the room for Sam as she advances. Sweat trickles down the inside of his mask and something drips on his head, he shudders knowing full well what it is. "I am going to need a long vacation after this," he mutters under his breath.
Sam stands in a small office, paper strewn everywhere, a morgue office... a skeleton hangs in the corner. Leading from this office farther into the morgue is another set of double swinging doors that lead into the coolers and a laboratory... Sam is peering through the windows.
Cord holds open the double doors leading into the small outer office.
The rest of you are in the large basement tunnel/hallway leading into the pavilion where Aunt Terri should be either hiding in 475 or devouring the brains and livers of the dead, and where Cord's ex works... or rather worked. Worried by explosive brain splatters on the ceiling and the mysterious spent rounds on the floor, you all look nervously past Cord, his hands stretched out to hold the doors open.
And that's when the lab doors in front of Sam explode open like the skin on an alien eggsack... and just at that singular moment in time a flood of thoughts begins, first hanging on that inevitable whispered question: "what the f%$* am I doing in a morgue during a zombie invasion?"... and then breaking as all dams must, the past days flood through your minds....
What the F*CK are we doing in a morgue during a zombie invasion?
As the sudden sound and movement shatters the tense silence, Judd whips his head around, eyes and ears straining behind the nightvision goggles and mask.
What the F*CK are we doing in a morgue during a zombie invasion?
"WTF is happening?!!!!"
"WTF is happening?!!!!"
Cord attempts to yell a warning, but it comes out as a mumbled shocked "Gnnuuummmfff....." his eyes dilate wide under his mask and his fight and flight reflex begins to fire, his bladder loosening, his muscles coiled to run and on some deep subconscious level he asks himself why he is holding both doors open like an idiot.
Perception - (+0 wis, +6 ranks) = +6
Patrick swings his MP5 up
"What the f!$# is going on!"
Perception Check:
Reflex Save:
Sam's eyes go wide as the door bursts open in front of her and although she has no idea what the hell just happened she attempts to bring the Beowulf to bear.
Patrick checks his rifle nervously, looking into the hospital morgue's dark interior.
"C'mon you rots, what're you waiting for?"
Patrick checks his rifle nervously, looking into the hospital morgue's dark interior.
"C'mon you rots, what're you waiting for?"
"Yeah, we've been waiting here for weeks."
I'm always here.
Patrick keeps Cord covered as he inspects the lifeless(?) corpse of the thread
"Carefull man, don't get in biting range. Might be a fast one."
“It’s dead Jim.”
So, anyone know how to play Spades? Or maybe some poker?
Gets out a well-worn deck of cards and begins shuffling
Cord turns half to face Patrick, but keeps an eye on the thread corpse, just in case. "Me and the guys used to play poker at the station all the time," Cord smiles sadly, only his eyes visible behind the mask to betray the sentiment. "I wonder if any of them made it out?"
Flips the cards with a practiced shuffle
"Yeah. My battle budddies would have been put on urban riot duty I'm guessing. I don't even want to think how Juarez and El Paso went through this mess."
Patrick's eyes look far away as he starts flipping cards out to each player.
"Yeah. My battle budddies would have been put on urban riot duty I'm guessing. I don't even want to think how Juarez and El Paso went through this mess."
"My guess is that they, you know, didn't."
"Yeah. My battle budddies would have been put on urban riot duty I'm guessing. I don't even want to think how Juarez and El Paso went through this mess.""My guess is that they, you know, didn't."
Patrick looks askance at the shabby drifter
"Yeah, I kinda understand that. But you take a city stuffed with gangs, guns, drugs and millions of off-the-grid people, add a pandemic of zombies and I'm guessing it's pretty ugly there at the moment."
Pauses and lights up a Marlboro Light
"And that's not even taking Ciudad Juarez into consideration.."
"And that's not even taking Ciudad Juarez into consideration.."
"That's Mexico, right?"
"And that's not even taking Ciudad Juarez into consideration..""That's Mexico, right?"
Patrick inhales deeply and blows the grey smoke up into the pipes snaking their way above the tunnel's ceiling
"Yeah. About 1.5 million folks there last I knew. Virtual anarchy with the drug cartels running the show. One of the biggest crossover points for illegals and drug smugglers from all over Mexico and points south. Entire suburbs callled colonia made out of wood pallets, tin cans and bailing wire. Once Z-Day hit, I imagine the rots overwhelmed the place in two days, tops."