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Bring it ON!

Zombies need harvesting... errr... I mean killing!

Nice. All zombie free I hope?

Maybe the Zombies got him after all?

When Dave offers up his gun, Sam finally snaps out of it enough to check for her pistol. When she doesn't find it in it's regualr spot, she frantically does a pat down to see where it might have gotten to, but comes up short.
Sheepishly she pipes up from the corner. "Uh, guys, I um... seem to have misplaced my pistol back there in all the confusion. So I'm afraid for the moment I'm going to be up front with Pat in close quarters." She slings the Beowulf around to her back and pulls out both of her Tonfa, ready to fall in and head down after Patrick.

Sam moves over into the corner of the dim stariwell and stand there, sullen and dripping. She's no longer freaking out, but neither is she very responsive to Dave's questions. It's almost like she's mulling events over in her head, to piece things together.

Ugh, sorry guys.

Sam turns her back once she sees that Dave isn't going to go with the others and begins searching the bodies. She satrs with Charlie Z, since she notices that he's the most damaged.

Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Suddenly, she stiffens and reaches carefully into the cavity made in his head, gripping something and drawing it out. She begins to shake slightly as she slowly raises her gas mask and looks down at the thing in her hand. Her hand moves up towards her face and Dave isn't quite sure what he sees from behind but he knows instinctually that it's not right.

Wiping her face on her sleeve, Sam pulls her gas mask back down and turns to Walker Z. unfortunately from what she can see, this one seems to be a little more intact (apart from losing his head that is). She's contemplating how to proceed when an almighty roar comes from the stairwell and she is thrown backwards by a shockwave of dust and debris.
Deaf for: 1d6 ⇒ 2 rounds.
Climbing groggily to her feet, she shakes her head unsuccessfully to try and get rid of the ringing in her ears, then attempts to look around through a cloud of smoke and dust. About the only thing she is sure of in the mess is the location of Walker Z's head. She moves over to it and swings the Beowulf off her shoulder, putting it against the temple and pulling the trigger. Wondering why there was no almighty bang as the gun went off, she shrugs and reaches into the still smoking cavity to grab something and pull it out, just as a hand materializes out of nowhere and grabs her shoulder. She whirls and raises the Beowulf, pulling the triger on the figure gripping her. No flash goes off as she sees Dave come into focus, pulling her back towards where the others went. Thankful that she'd used her last bullet opening up Walker Z's skull she stumbles after him, slipping the small object in her hand inside a pocket as she goes.

Man Dave, grabbing someone in a cloud of smoke when there's Z's around! You really are lucky that I'm keeping track of my bullets and that really was the last one I used on Walker Z otherwise you might have had a whole new problem to worry about... :)

Sam stops between the two bodies and crouches down. As she does, one of the moves slighty and she starts. Grimacing in disgust, she reaches down and twists the head of the Z until she hears a crunch. Once she's sure they're both truly dead, she starts to inspect the bodies quickly, looking for something.

Perception Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Sam?

Sorry. Tuesdays are always a bad day for me, since I work 11 hours and then come home to dinner/bath/bed with kids, then go to bed early since I start at 4am on Wednesday. Yesterday was worse because after work I went to the Premiere of Transformers and then had to work later today than normal, so I had even less time available. If it ever gets that bad again, just DMPC Sam. Sorry again.

Watching Sarge take down the last Ultra Z, Sam stops for a second. Looking down at the bodies, a sudden urge comes over her and she starts to move towards them, then stops and turns to the others.
"You guys go and catch up with the others," she points south around the elevators. "I just want to check something on these weird ones and I'll loop around to the north," she points around the north of the elevators, "and catch you up in a few."
Dave takes a step towards her like he is about to say something but she holds up her hand to stop him. "I'll be fine, I'm only gonna be here for 30 seconds max. I just want to see if I can quickly see why these things were affecting me the way they were. You guys just go, I can catch up I promise."
She bends down over the corpse of the one Patrick just killed and begins to pat over the body.

And here I am laughing my ass off as Johnnie runs back into the clutches of that which just frightened his pants off.

errr... so we're gonna wanna skip the 6th then... O.o

Ha. I was being matter of fact. No worries. You Aussies are as apologetic as Canadians, aren't you.

lol... I just hate coming off like a bastard 'cause the stoopid interwebz has no expressive emotion... :/

Flash:

I don't do the math on your characters. I don't have time.

Sam moves forward into the smoke cloud and takes aim at the closest Z.

Move to I14
Shoot at closest Zombie (G15?) with Beowulf: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5

People near the stairs don't forget that Sam dropped her Supressed Pistol (FN Five-seven) and it would have landed around H7.

"Where are you you bastard," Sam whispers to herself as she attempts to unload on the next Zombie to clear the smoke. Unfortunately her mind is too focused on trying to search for Walker Z to hit.

Head Shot next Zombie with Beowulf: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 7 - 4 = 6

Sgt. Curtin wrote:

>Reminds me of this<

As my primary source for this s!&%storm I would like to thank The Thing. John Carpenter does seem to loom rather large.

One of my all time favourite movies. I pray to whatever Gods are up there that they don't fnck up the prequel/remake that they're doing.

Peering through the smoke from Mike's home mader, Sam thinks she can see movement. Shrugging her shoulders, she opens fire at the nearest moving target through the smoke.
"Guys, we need to move this way. I want to check on some of those dead ones to see what's making them tick and the north staircase is gonna be our best option I think."

Shoot towards the general vicinity of where she thinks Zombie Hulk might be...: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 (Minus whatever penalty you choose for shooting into the smoke. Possibly a %Miss Chance?)

Sam suddenly shakes her head and her eyes look focused once more. "NO!," she screams. "You can't have me, get out of my head..."
She turns and goes to bring the pistol up ready and realizes it's not in her hand. Fumbling around for a second, she puts her tonfa away and swings the Beowulf around off her back. "You guys need to move. The old ones can hit you from a distance. I don't know where we're going, but wherever it is we better do it now. I'll cover us."
She steps out into the corridor and trains the Beowulf on the first available target and let's loose.

Attack Fast Zombie with Beowulf: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Damage: 4d12 ⇒ (2, 8, 5, 2) = 17

Kruelaid wrote:

Hitting the sack here. Will wait and see how Sarge rolls.

Sweet dreams. >:(

Yeah, Sweet Dreams of Mutated Zombies ripping you brain out and using it for an inkwell of brain matter grey writing material... *rassum frassum too good of a Storyteller messin' with my head...*

This. Is. Gonna. Be. EPIC! :D

Group Inititive: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Well that can't be good...
When will I ever learn not to make Group Initiative rolls. :(

Sam starts to panic. "Oh sh!t guys we have serious incoming. From everywhere. Here, there, up, down, all around. Around and around the Squeaking Man's friends are coming for you. But it's me he wants. Oh God get him out of my head!" She reaches up and starts to hit the right side of her head with the hand holding the gun.
Slowly, her grip on the gun loosens and it drops to the floor, clattering back down the stairs to rest next to Patrick. Her fingers tighten around her hair and she starts to pull at it in hopes the pain will help whatever is happening. The arm holding her tonfa hangs limply by her side, swinging sligtly in time to some unheard rhythm.

Sam suddenly gets jumpy... well even jumpier than she already is. "Fnck please can we just leave this floor. I don't care where we go or what we do but please I just want to leave here now."
She looks around at everyone and takes in Mike's words. "Fine, fnck it then," she says and pushes off the wall, heading up the flight of stairs, bypassing the 5th and the suddenly sh!t scared look on Dave's face, and continuing on up towards the next floor and (hopefully) eventually the roof.

Edit: heh... Cross Post. :)
This could get messy...

Sam peers up over the esge of the stairs at the floor above and shudders, pulling herself back down onto the landing after seeing the grisly sights of the 5th.
"Not gonna go up there. Not gonna go up there. Not gonna go up there," she keeps whispering to herself as she glances around furtively.

Sam looks up at Patrick's words. "Yeah sure."
She readies herself, but then Dave decides that a quick recon wouldn't be a bad idea, so she half fades back but still leaves herself ready to face whatever is calling to her.

"It couldn't be any worse than when we shut ourselves in there, could it?"

Famous last words...?

Sam slumps over against the wall closest to her to await the trip up to the 5th. The trip she's dreading more than anything they've done so far. The trip she thinks might just be her last...

Samantha Bastian wrote:

Sam's Current Theme Song I'm thinking...

;)

I thought this was Sam’s theme song right now …

heh heh heh... :)

It wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much.
Does that make me Crazy...

Sam's Current Theme Song I'm thinking...
;)

Sam's shoulders slump in resignation. "Well if everyone is going, then I suppose I don't want to be left behind, but if those two need protecting then I'd be happier to stay with them and wait."

When Cord mentions going upstairs, Sam starts to shake her head. "No No No. That's just what it wants. It wants us upstairs. It's up there waiting for us. We can't... we just can't go up there. I just can't go up there."
Underneath the fogged up gas mask, you can see her face is as white as a sheet.

"Tell me quietly..."

Sam glances up at the ceiling an leans into Dave. "It's like a whisper. First, in the stairwell it told me that it could see me then just now it told me to bring you all upstairs. And I could... I don't know... FEEL things upstairs. And then you... you..." She starts to tremble and then pulls herself together. "Then you melted before my eyes and all that was left was your brain and you eyes looking at me."

Kruelaid wrote:

I'm waiting for blinkmonkey to open the door to room 475 and find the corpse of his beloved aunt terri... okay just kidding. He could just try: "Pssst, Aunt Terri you in there?" but no, he wants to pop the lock....

ANd man if they talk any louder the whole Z-army is gonna come running.

I know right. Dave is having serious second thoughts about going into heavily zombie infested territory with the girl who is turning into a basket case, the doctor who is dosing up on the medicinal alcohol and running blindly for the exits, and the two guys who keep pulling their non-silenced guns...

"Wheeeeee... heeh ehehhe ehehehe ehehehhehee eheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

I should point out that she hasn't been whispering since she had her psychotic break...

She hesitates for a moment, glancing at the gun clutched in her right hand and then back up at Dave. Blinking a couple of times to clear her vision she reaches up with her left hand and lets him grasp it around her tonfa, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

Sam looks up at him and he can see that her eyes are red rimmed and bloodshot beneath the mask. They narrow as he starts to walk towards her, but his words seem to calm her down enough to let him reach down to her.

"I saw you... I saw you... you weren't there... except for your brain... it was there and it was looking at me... looking at me with those eyes."
She puts her hands to her temples and shakes her head. She crouches down on the ground and starts to rock back and forth, with her head still cradled in her hands (which are still holding her weapons) as she starts to cry.

Sam's eyes go wide behind her mask as she glances back at Dave and she stumblingly backs away, swinging the gun in her hand around to target him. "What the fnck just happened? What the hell are you and what did you do with the real Dave?"
She continues to back further into the Nurse's Station, the gun still trained on Dave and her head swinging frantically around from side to side.

Sam turns back to Dave when she sees that it's just Patrick playing with the door.
"Not footsteps. You mean you can't hear that voice?" She looks up at the ceiling. "It knows we're here and it wants us to come up there." She shivers, as if something just walked over her grave. "Never mind, let's see about your rat problem hey."
She takes a step into the Nurse's Station and looks around behind the desk, although she seems preoccupied about something.

Perception Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Sam is too busy concentrating with Dave to see Patrick give the 'open door' signal, but when she hears the rattle of the handle she whirls around, gun raised and ready to pop a cap in something. Can anyone say jumpy...

Wondering what might have caused Dave's reaction (and hoping to whatever Gods might still be out there listening that it wasn't what she thought it might be), Sam moves across to stand next to Dave and whisper, "can you hear it too? I don't know what it wants with us upstairs, but I really don't want to go up there and find out." She glances back towards where she last saw Cord. "Do you think Cord might be convinced to not go up there?"

Sam follows Patrick along the corridor, but every so often she stops and c o c k s her head as if listening for something. Each time she stops, she looks up. You can see that she is definitely getting agitated and if you look very closely you can see that she is trembling ever so slightly. Stress right...

Perception Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Sam keeps swinging her gun all over the place, just waiting for a Zombie to pop it's head up so she can take it down...

ooooo... I sense some tensions brewing...

Sam ignores Cord and Patrick's little testosterone flinging match and looks around the hall nervously. Her eyes continue to wander back to the ceiling and a couple of times she looks back towards the fire stairs.
Seeing Patrick stalk off on his own she half skips her way after him, shaking her head at his belligerence. Once they get up around the corner however, she slows down and raises her weapons again, ready for anything that might want to make a meal of them.

FLASH! Wake up! AoO or you gonna get groped!

I'm awake... tired after 4 hours sleep and late for work again, but awake.

Sam sees the Zombie next to her lean in to try and hug her and whips her Tonfa around to try and smash it's jaw.

Attack of Opportunity on Zombie with Tonfa: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 4 = 16
Not sure if that will do it, but just in case...
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Looking at Anna back there near the corner all on her lonesome, does anyone else get the feeling she's in the perfect position to get yanked?

Sam and Sarge (who is too busy blinking) should attack.

Sam will just attack the Zombie in front of her (H1) using her AoO Attack Roll from last page.

You don’t normally get an AoO with a ranged weapon – not sure if a pistol follows the same rules? Or if you swapped out a melee weapon and I missed it?

Sam has the FN Five-seven in her right hand and one of her Tonfa in her left.

The rest of the zombies stumble around the corner and surround Sam and Sarge... but double moved to get there H3 and H4, snarling with flesh hunger, both try to grab Sarge. You get an AoO on each of these I believe?

For H3 your CMD DC is 1d20+0 Miss.

For H4 your CMD DC is 1d20+0 Does not grab... Sarge has no posted CMD but it looks like it is higher than 20...? Especially with the "Aunt Terri" bonus to attack. Correct me if I'm wrong here, it's my first time running this mechanic. You're like an anti-Zombie tank!

Sarge's CMD would be 19 normally (STR + DEX + BAB + 10), but with a + 5 bonus that would make it 24.

Does Sam get an AoO against her Z's? If so...
Attack of Opportunity with Tonfa: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Confirm Critical Hit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4) + 2 = 7
Also, that last Z I tagged I stuffed up the damage. There should have been an extra -2 damage. Sorry...

"Sh!t Pat, what are you trying to do, get yourself killed," Sam whispers under her breath.

Striding forward again, she takes aim at the nearest Zombie and tries to plant a bullet in it's skull.

Move to I1
Head Shot Zombie in G3 with Suppressed FN Five-seven: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 4 = 23
Confirm Critical Hit: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 7 - 4 = 17
Damage: 4d8 - 2 ⇒ (8, 3, 5, 6) - 2 = 20

Sam stops dead for a split second when she sees Dave barrel past her at full tilt then turns tail and follows, ending up next to Johnnie as they wait for what's coming with their guns raised.

Move back to N2
Ready an action to Shoot the first Zombie around the corner: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Looking at the Map, Sgt. Curtin would probably be next to Sam, since he was behind her until they all stopped.

Sorry, cross Post. It takes me a while to type on this iPad...
Sam stops at Dave's instruction and points her gun ahead of them. You see her c o c k her head and then shake it, before looking up and backing up a step.
"Uh guys," she says to the others. "There's something just up ahead around the bend," she whispers loudly. She pauses for a second, as if thinking whether to say something, then says in a barely audible voice "and there's also something up there," she points up towards the ceiling. "Something waiting for m... us. Something... evil."

Judd get anything from his nat 20 perception roll above?

You'll notice that Sam made no such Perception or Stealth rolls when they started moving...

Sam takes the right hand side of the corridor, keeping pace with Dave as they head north. She points at Pat to follow closely behind and for Cord to hang back and protect the rear with Mike, keeping Anna and Wasabi in the centre of the group.

As they walk, she alternates pointing the gun between ahead of them and the ceiling, except when Dave is checking a door, at which times she's covering him. She notices Cord rechecking the doors as they pass and nods. "Can't be too careful," she thinks to herself.

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