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Anyone see any Z's around here?
Dave pauses, takes a deep breath, looks back to make sure everyone is following and reasonably non-crazy, then continues down the stair, his crowbar in hand.
Dave unslings the Colt Commando and hands it to Cord. “Fifteen left,” he says. He also hands the fireman a spare suppressed clip for the gun. He collects his sniper rifle and Glock back from the doc and Anna, then heads down the stairs.
“Remember – assuming the Zs don’t know quite where we are, it’s important that we go back to gun silence. If anyone thinks they’re going to get trigger happy without damn good reason, then please, please, please take one of the suppressed guns now.” Dave holds out the Colt for anyone who might want it, then follows Sarge down the stairs.
"We're less than halfway up ... let's go down." Dave appears to come to a decision, hoists himself away from where he leans and looks down the stairway.
Dave shrugs. He doesn’t like the chances of hitching a ride with a helicopter for all (or even any) of them, but he’s not sure that Doc Cherry and Aunt Terri will make it overland back to the boat.
“From the roof we could see what the Z situation on the ground is, give us a better chance to make it through if we do head down, but I reckon we might have just one shot at this – sooner or later something’s going to figure out where we went, or stumble in here from sheer dumb luck. Waiting to get picked up from the roof comes down to luck, getting through on the ground is at least somewhat in our control.”
“No real signs of zombies in this stair,” Dave muses. “With some luck it might be clear all the way down to ground ...”
Dave rolls his eyes and is about to say something (probably involving swearing) at Pat’s delusion, but is beaten to the bunch by Aunt Terri. He smiles slightly despite the grim situation, it’s always funny seeing a grown man slapped by his aunt. It’s all he can do to stop himself laughing hysterically in fact, although that is more to do with adrenaline and nerves than it actually being that funny. Instead he focuses on the task at hand. “Right, we need to move,” he says. “Up or down? Down we try the fire escape at ground and try to get away across the grounds. Up, we’re trapped unless we can get evac from one of those choppers ... personally I wouldn’t put all my money on that option, but that seems to be the consensus vote so far. Cord? Anna? What do you think?”
"Well?"
Dave glances up and down the stair, opening his mouth wide periodically trying to clear his ears, then leans against the closed door. “What the fnck was that out there?” he asks, looking at the others. “Excuse my language Aunt Terri …” he adds.
“_____ ___” Dave screams at Sam, his eyes wild beneath the mask, completely unheard by anyone. “____ ___ ____ ____ ___ _____?” He begins dragging her in the direction of the others.
Dave runs into the cloud of dust and smoke to where he last saw Sam and attempts to grab her and drag her out.
Deaf for rounds. “SH!T! SAM!”
“North fire stair Sarge!” calls Dave.
Dave looks at Sam like she’s crazy (again). “Sam, you can’t go digging around in that sh*t,” he yells over the alarm. “You don’t know what you’ll catch!” He looks over at the stair entrance. “And in about ten seconds there’s either going to be a huge explosion or a horde of zombies pouring out of that stairway.” He briefly considers grabbing her and bodily dragging her away, but figures she’s likely to go all Mister Miyagi on his ass.
“Cherry! Anna! Get away from the stair!” yells the Australian over the din of the alarm, then turns to look through the clearing smoke ahead. “Gawd, what now?” Dave doesn’t know what the green sh*t is, but figures it can’t be good. Loathe as he is to get too close to the disgusting and creepy tentacled old man (or step amongst the hideous bits of corpses strewn about the floor), he steps forward and raises the Commando. “Let’s see if this bursts your bubble!”
"F*ck! F*ck! Stupid f*cking usless gun!"
Dave stands watching the shadows on the stair below, gun raised, ready for the first Z to show its head ... when Mike’s bomb sails past him and lands with a thud on the landing below. “Oh f*ck that!” He can hear screaming and gunshots over the sound of the fire alarm behind him. Hopefully it means that our side is winning. He runs back into level 5.
“Is that one of those old men? Kill it! Johnnie, what did you see upstairs?”
“Sh*t! Johnnie, slow down mate.” Dave turns to Anna. “I can’t understand a word, but it looks like 6 is out,” he yells. Looks down. “Four is pretty much out. Sounds like they’re still fighting in there, but we might have to take our chances through Five.” Dave swallows hard at the thought. Not what he would have preferred. “Someone see if you can get some sense out of Johnnie. Doc, I need you to watch the stairs up, yell or shoot if you see anything coming down. It might be crawling on the ceiling …” For his part, Judd hefts the Colt to shoulder height and waits for the first zombie to step onto the landing below.
Spoiler:
Tumble past Opponents: With a successful Tumble check (DC 15), the character can weave, dodge, and roll up to 20 feet through squares adjacent to opponents, risking no attacks of opportunity. Failure means the character moves as planned, but provokes attacks of opportunity as normal. Tumble through Opponents: With a successful Tumble check (DC 25), the character can roll, jump, or dive through squares oc¬cupied by opponents, moving over, under, or around them as if they weren’t there. Failure means the character moves as planned, but provokes attacks of opportunity as normal.
“Yeah?” Dave unslings the British sniper rifle and passes it to Cherry. “I want that back when we’re done,” he shouts. “I’ve gotten kind of attached to it.”
Sh^t. Cutting it close. Dave glances over at the bewildered and scared looking pair of Aunt Terri and Doc Chez, licks his lips, tastes blood. Probably too close.
Dave looks down the stairs, trying to judge whether the group could make it to 4 and safely on their way to the fire stair before...
"Closest are three levels down. Half a minute?" Dave looks down the stairs, trying to judge whether the group could make it to 4 and safely on their way to the fire stair before the oncoming mob arrives, still thinking it is better to head into somewhat familiar territory rather than face the unknown above After what he has seen here on 5, he’s not sure he’s ready for any more surprises. He’s somewhat distracted by the ~BOOM~ of Mike’s pipe bomb behind him.
“Sam! Sarge! We gotta move!” yells Dave over the din of the fire alarm, grabbing Pat’s arm and gesturing at Mike, who is trying to light his pipe bomb. He brings up the Colt Commando – he’s still clutching the grip in his off hand – and fires off a headshot at the closest zombie He then dashes into the stairwell “How close?” he asks Anna, putting his head close to hers to be heard, and looking down the stair.
Judd is buffeted again by some unseen force, once, twice. At the second time he screams, clutching his head with one hand. “Arrrgggggh!” He turns, reeling, sees the others in the stair. “Go …” he croaks. Dimly he seems to hear Sarge’s shout and nods, fumbling at his belt for the flash grenades.
He pulls the pins, then hurls two of the grenades forward, turning his head away and squeezing his eyes shut as he does so.
: Spoiler: Will: plus action point: , Will: (think I can only use one action point a round ...
“Oh … f*ck …” Dave staggers like he was punched – or shot. But no one can see anything attack him, and there was no gunshot. He’s not bleeding, but he’s staring, wide eyed beneath his mask to the north east. His hand is shaking. His voice is a dry whisper.
Spoiler:
Will: plus action point He’s almost made it back into the stairs, but despite his selfish secret thought, he pauses to let everyone else go past first – scared Sam, slow Aunt Terri and the Doc, Mike in the rear … he’ll take rear guard. And then he just has to take one last glance around 5th doesn’t he … and he sees someone, something, coming towards him out of the dark. He just about sh*ts himself.
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