Zombie DnD thing

Game Master LordPheonix

The Baxter Building

October 16, 2005. The Baxter Building is your typical New York office building: thirty floors of suites which, in the days of the living, were leased to accountants, lawyers, and marketing firms. You’ve been living in the building for about a month now. You’ve turned the offices into makeshift bedrooms and living spaces and barricaded the main doors with conference tables, chairs, filing cabinets, desks, and any other furniture you could move. The power went out about three weeks ago. You don’t have lights or heat, but the deep winter cold hasn’t set in yet, so with a few blankets, sleeping bags, and sweaters, you’re still relatively comfortable.

In addition to the occasional zombie pounding at the doors, a couple gangs of living scavengers have come by and tried to break in, but a few shots fired from the second floor windows chased them away. Less aggressive survivors have also shown up, and you’ve let them in to your little fortress. You’re safe and secure. But you’re also getting antsy. You’ve been holed up here a month now with nothing to do, and you’re beginning to feel slightly helpless and hopeless.

A group meeting has been called to figure out the your next course of action. Sitting in an old office building is Joshua Bink, an older gentlemen who was originally working here as an accountant when everything went to shit. Henry Suth-Gard, a Swedish tourist who was touring the sites of New York city and is now a very long way of home. Jessica Kislany, a mother of two who is now the sole provider for her children. And finally Gordon Bister who drove up to the building two weeks ago. He was alone, unarmed, and seemed harmless enough(and had enough food to have your group comfortable for another couple of days), so the group let him in.

The old man who had spent much of his years in this very building quietly begun the meeting

"So what are our options? We've been in this building for some time now and Manhattan isn't getting any more food. But those.....things are growing in numbers."

Does anyone have a suggestion?

"Cud we ust not leave?" The Swede asks with an accent i'm not 100% on how to write"leaf dis island an go to Sveden ya?

"You can go ahead and leave, my kids aren't leaving this building. Look at what happened to my husband on one of your damn supply runs!!!

The military will be here any day now to save us!

"I think that ship has sailed Jess, it's been 3 months and they haven't rescued us yet. Haven't even seen a damn helicopter in 3 weeks"

"Now now you two, lets be civil about this. I can not stress enough how much we need each other right now. We have enough food to last a few days between all of us but we need to do something about the future. Winter is Coming."

"Why don't we vote on what to do next?"

Jack takes a moment to look at each individual with the look of weary disgust that has been permanently on his face since he has been with this group

"We can stay, or leave."

"Not everyone ran on the grid," Brandy offers. "Maybe we can find a generator, get some gas for it? That and a space heater, and at least the cold wouldn't be as much an issue."

"I am fine with the getting off of the New York"

"'Stay or leave' are pretty simplistic options," Galina says, looking at Henry as if she'd never seen him before in her life. "Every supply run we've made turned back when we found trouble, not when we found enough food. If we move, and we should, we should relocate closer to the highway and fortify a position."

"My kids and I aren't leaving this building. It's protected us this far and the only time we lost people is when we left".

"Now Jessica, we're all sorry about what happened to Frank but i'm sad to say that this is how it is now. Those things out there are dangerous and we have to risk going out for food".

"Is the roof accessible?" Brandy asks. "Maybe we could, like, grow food on the roof or something!" Brandy pauses for a moment, thinking. "We'd have to find seeds and stuff, like dirt and pots or whatever, though. I dunno. If we could, it would mean having to go out less, right?"

"It's October in New York sweety, the soonest you'd be able to plant something is April or May. Not to mention however long it'll take to actually grow and I don't know about you but I don't exactly have a green thumb."

Brandy shrugs and smiles sarcastically. "Plants...how hard could it be? But seriously, if we can't find a generator, I don't want to be here when the cold sets in."

"With that I agree, I am much tired of my vacation to the New Yorks."

"Why doesn't Jessica stay here with the kids, Joshua watch over them, and the rest of us venture out to prospect for a better building and supplies?"

"The less time we spend out there, the better. We should have a clear idea what kind of building we'd consider 'better' than this," Brandy is quick to point out. "I don't know much about shelter, so what do you guys think we should be looking for? Do you think we could find a building with its own generator? That'd be nice."

"We need to leave, not just this building, but this part of the country. Those things feed on people, I've seen friends get back up and slaughter their children. We've spent too much time here as it is. The larger the population numbers, the more of them. We need to head into the country side. Away from the city. As quickly as possible before it gets cold enough to kill us. That much is clear." Morty leans back against the wall he was sitting by. He takes a box from his breast pocket. The box is beaten from hasted use. He slides the tab open and reaches in. A soft sigh escapes his still expression. One f#&*ing cig left. He lips the end of the stick and chews it over in his mind. The taste of a real cigar would be marvelous right about now.

I am ok with Jack idea. Let's go and find better place, maybe even leave the New York. If they not want to leave then they can stay. We can maybe go to warmer part of country. I am not sad to be away from Sveden cold.

Jack Motions to the door

"We can plan on the way"

'What the f@$% is it with you Americans and your democracy?' Galina Demidov wonders as she glares at Brandy. 'Talk talk talk and no action until it's late at night? Senseless.'

"Best that we leave the city before winter. North is best, into Vermont or Canada. We search for a building that everyone can travel to within a day, move there, and then the children hole up while we search for the next building. We stay on the move, but never outside at night. If we can't leave before snowfall, we look for concrete building near gas stations to spend the winter."

"Isn't it just as cold up north, though?" Brandy asks, confused.

"If you guys are heading out then here, take my keys. Hate to lose the car. But what the hell, it’s not doing us any good parked out there anyway. From what I saw, all the tunnels and bridges are completely blocked. Bumper to bumper cars, all the way to Jersey. Seems when the good folks of Manhattan realized they were collectively screwed, they all tried to evacuate at once and ended up creating the biggest damned traffic jam in the history of the world. Fittingly apocalyptic, I suppose. Must have been a massacre when the zombies found all those people trapped in their cars ...”

Galina snatches the keys out of Gordon's hand as she slowly walks a circuit around the room. "Yes, it is just as cold up north. There's also fewer zombies. Manhattan under snow will become impossible to navigate. Zombies lying in ambush will be impossible to spot. Easier to live in upstate New York, or even further."

"And yes, I have seen the bridges firsthand. It may be smartest to leave by boat."

Jack Shrugs
"Works for me"

With a popular vote of "get the f%~$ out of this building and maybe go south possibly" our heroes and Henry leave the protection of the building. They each grab their backpacks with survival gear for the trip ahead (Day and a half's worth of food and water, blanket and extra clothes).

You go down to the bottom floor of the office building and look outside for any potential threats and see none. You move the makeshift barricade out of the way and head outside with Gordon blocking the door behind you. You see his car and start heading to it.

Places himself in the back seat of the car ready to leave as soon as possible.

"Shotgun"
Enters Passenger seat

"Finally, he lets me drive this auto." Galina hops into the driver's seat and wedges her pistol into the console. "Everyone, be on lookout for more police vans. I think Frank had eyes for only ammunition and guns."

Brandy gets in the back with Mortimer. "Are we sure a car is a good idea? Won't the noise attract..." Brandy pauses, searching for the right word. After a moment, she sighs and mutters, "them?" She buckles her seat belt and pulls out the truncheon from a small leather strap at her hip, toying with the weapon nervously to distract herself.

Henry jumps into the back of the car along with Brandy

"Vhere is it we should be going? We ave check most places around kilometer from here"

Henry, you have been out here on plenty of supply runs, what do you suggest?

"I thought Americans call them zombies," Galina mutters. "Which way are the docks of Manhattan?"

"Docks are east, we can take 12th. I am not sure what you are hoping to find. Any with boat must have left when they could."

"How are the roads out of the city have you noticed any roadway not overrun with abandoned cars?"

"would we be able to walk down the route of the train tracks?" joined mutteringly

"All the like 8 bridges going off of the Manhattan are choked with cars. We cannot drive through, though we could walk. The dead are stuck in many cars still so it is dangerous."

Henry takes a second to think about Jack's question.

"The train I do not know. The Grand Central does go out everywhere so we could use it, but it goes underground."

"I really don't want to go underground. That seems like a really bad idea."

"I mean the above ground tracks"

"All of the train tracks are walkable, but it still does go underground through the tunnels to get to your other states"

Do you want us to find you a brochure for your country? I am sure we can find one somewhere

"A Map of sorts would be a pretty good first step for our trip.

"We could find one somewhere. I am sure there are maps at the traps for tourists."

"I suggest we go to the nearest one unless someone else has a map on their person."

Brandy holds up her phone flimsily and smiles weakly. "If there was still cell service, we'd all have maps. I honestly don't even know where they would sell maps these days."

Galina backs the car out onto the road and navigates through the streets.

"Maps would be in gas stations, I'd assume," she says. "There are also pedestrian bridges on north side of Manhattan. I've walked on them. They will still be there if no one was stupid enough to drive cars across them."

"Let's start there then. Closest gas station, maps probably weren't on the looter's list of things to run away with."

Galina drives the car towards the closest known gas station following Henry's directions. Along the way you finally see a few of the things walking along the sidewalks and roads. Galina carefully avoids them and the many cars abandoned wherever the occupants decided any further driving was useless. Or forced out by the looks of some of the smashed windows.

The crew arrives at a gas station that seems abandoned. No movement can be observed.

Brandy steps out of the car, gripping her truncheon tightly. "Alright...we're here..." she whispers to the others. "What now?"