Seeing that there is no time to get the crazies off Spence in time before the grenades going off, instead he crazily gets rid of the javelins in any safe direction at zombies or cultists. He is not aiming for them, just trying to get rid of them.
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Tom nods to Faldus in appreciation for the AK, "I understand, well aimed semi-automatic shots. First focus on cultists unless crazies pose an immediate threat." At first, when Tom and Spencer were "recruited" to fight the cultist, he had his suspicions but those are now waning. Anyone that uses crazies as a weapon, there is something wrong with them. Tom scans and looks for cultists or crazies posing a major threat.
Tom thanked Faldus for sparing their lives and being as hospitable as possible. Once introduced to their real cabin and being asked to take part in tomorrow's raid, Tom asks Faldus, "What weapons will be given to us besides our sidearm? If I cannot have my H&K, can we have another rifle to be more effective? And do you have cleaning supplies for the weapons and gear so that way we are prepared to be an asset instead of a responsibility or detriment?" Regardless if both Tom and Spence receive better weapons but less than the PSG1 and cleaning supplies, Tom spends time to clean up, eat as well as he can, and rest the best he can under their new circumstances. In the morning and after a good night's rest, Tom will get up and prepare as best as he can with the current gear and if any more gear is given to him or them, he will look over it and tell the group, "I am as ready I am able to be and whenever you all are."
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Goodnight! Or, Happy Holidays if you prefer!
I am going to be delayed until Saturday.
Sorry, I'll be posting either today or tomorrow.
Taken back by the slender man's all of sudden even more aggressive behavior, Tom replies, "We are survivors like you and I wanted to see if you were taking precautions to make sure we were not bitten since you did not check us for bites or illness after "recruiting" us." Although Tom suspects Spence and him are most likely in a jail or an interrogation room instead of a quarantine room, Tom plays it off, "I think it is a great idea to place us under quarantine to make sure we have not been bitten and carry the crazy disease that would surely destroy this fort from the inside. It is something I would do if I had a fort. If you hadn't placed us under quarantine, we would have left because this place would be unsafe. And to reiterate before, my friend and I just escaped Atlanta which basically belongs to the crazies now. As for the weapons we carry, they are a combination of personal weapons because after all this is or was America, weapons from those who attacked us for no reason, and from an Atlanta suburb police department we were housed up in before it was overran by crazies. Before all of this crap began, I was an architect based in Atlanta and I will let my friend here tell you his pre-apocalypse occupation." Tom looks to Spence.
I thought we were in our shed.
Tom looks at Spence, "I am worried, they did not look us over for bites. I mean I guess this could be a quarantine shed, which is something I would do but I am curious?" Tom walks over to the door to see if it is locked or still open.
Thank you
In the best interest of survival through respect, "Thank you Mr ... what should I call you or would rather be addressed as Sir? ... Sir? In addition, my name is Tom and this is Spence." Tom leaves his Beretta alone hoping it is hidden enough, he will readjust it to make sure it is fully hidden when they are in their assigned house. One thing Tom has learned, never be unarmed in the apocalypse but obviously has a few more lessons to learn like you shouldn't travel on a paved road. Once inside our assigned house, Tom whispers to Spence, "Let's go with the flow for now and we will talk later."
@Da GM - In the best of interest of not meta gaming, what do we know about the zombie virus, either collectively or individually or both?
Tom ignores Spence's bladder release since he would have himself if his his bladder was full. He agrees (for now anyway to stay alive), "Yes sir, I can do that for you since you are showing us hospitality.", and also follows. Tom will wait until he can talk to Spence without so many prying eyes and ears.
Tom tries to keep from going crazy and getting shot, "WHOA WHOA, we are not cultist, we just walked out of Atlanta where the crazies are everywhere! Don't you think we should band together as humans since we now have a larger foe and that is the crazies?! Power is in force of numbers and they have the numbers!"
Tom and Spence make it pass the suburbs and into the country side surrounding Atlanta without further incident as the sun begins to set. Both of them are very hungry, thirsty, and tired. Up ahead, both can see an economy car with tinted windows pulled off to the side. Country houses can be seen off into the distance but nothing close by. Tom looks at the car, then Spence while pointing at the car "What do you think?"
It's looking grim my friend... :-| I guess people rather watch The Walking Dead and/or prepare for the ZPOC than play a role playing game focused on the genre? What do you want to do, still play off each other or wait for Da GM to bag zombies and return to us?
Hello all zombie hunters out there, our GM is currently on the run from zombies and we need some hunters to help us stay alive until he returns. And until that time, we are going to try something new ... DRUM ROLL ... We are going to GM ourselves! Yes that's right! We are going to take turns GMing ourselves until our GM bags those zombies and can meet us at our designated rendezvous point (aka DRP or RP). The rules are posted in this recruitment thread and campaign info. In addition, you can either ask myself (Tom or Anderlorn) or Spence (aka Loup Blanc). Keep in mind, our world never invented the zombie apocalypse genre, however a survivalist is still ok because if you prepare for the ZPOC, you will most likely be ready for any APOC or epic natural disasters except for maybe pks (planet killers).
I'll post either this weekend or beginning of next week.
Spence (Loup), I was thinking we do this unless the Da GM comes back. Each of us takes a week to GM, then we trade off. Do we want to try to recruit someone else into this game of strange circumstances?
Tom picks up the pace, maybe a little quicker than it should be because of Tom's anxiety and endurance, "I'll watch the left and you the right for any sort of transportation and of course crazies." Tom looks back to see a small group of zombies come out from some bushes. The zombies notice Tom and Spence, and take chase at full rotting Zombie pace moaning the dinner bell moan. At this time, a normal walk will out pace this small group. Tom taps Spence on the shoulder to alert him of the contact while continuing the walk briskly.
Tom nods while still looking in the same direction as the noise and then faces Spence to answer his question in a low voice, "Let's pick up the pace! Have you noticed that some of them are beginning to slow down? Although, some are still quite quick. I wonder why that is? ... Tom does a quick security check the area especially where the noise is originating from, then adds ... We need to get out of the city into the country before night fall. If we can find a vehicle or horses to ride, we may be better off?
Looking slighting uneasy, "I think we should save our strength for a more threatening encounter and we can not tell how many there are. What do you think?"
"Do you hear those slow moving foot steps?!" ... Tom looks into the direction of the foot steps.
Ignoring the tackled remarked because Spence was lucky in Tom's mind, "You were a boxer?! After I was mugged a while back, I was thinkin' of taking Krav Maga but instead I decided to get into marksmanship or shootin' Too bad boxin' does not work too well with the "Crazies"."
Tom hears something that has attracted his nervous attention and he takes out his long crowbar, What was that?!
Tom smirks while being alert, then replies still keeping the volume down, "Well if you remember, I am eager to learn. As for what sports I played, I was an American Football Wide Receiver in high school and college."
Tom responds in the same low voice, "I always wanted to learn how to fix cars up and repair them. I never had the time to learn since sports and architecture took up most of my time. If we ever find some down time in this hell hole, can you teach me how to be a mechanic?"
In a whisper, Tom responds to Spence, "Sssh, not so loud or you may bring the crazies to us. I was actually an architect and not not an architect of destruction." ... Tom smiles ... "I was a building architect hired by a large Atlanta firm and our projects were not focused in one type of building. We designed anything from skyscrapers, to hardened houses, and even communities for the unfortunate. As for my marksmanship skills, it is an old hobby of mine instigated by the pre-apocalypse criminal element."
FYI, my family and I are going to Disney World next week. So I may be delayed in posting.
Tom stays side by side with Spence and does not say much on the road making sure not to attract "crazies" and signaling Spence when he spots trouble. Tom currently has the PSG-1 at the ready and every where he looks, the PSG's muzzle follows except of course towards Spence since Tom is quite sure Spence does not want the muzzle of a 7.62x51mm NATO weapon pointed at him. Tom will only engage targets that are an immediate threat. The rifle is actually more for the living than the undead because of the rifle's rapport. Like everyone us, Tom may not be an expert on the ZPOC, survivors have surely learned that gun fire attracts crazies.
It's all right man, I am a heavy gamer in SWTOR and Fallout New Vegas using Mods from the Nexus.
I don't mind continuing.
I hate to say it but this looks to be dead... :-(
Tom looks around, "What happened to Manny?"
Tom tries to get a better sight picture of the crazy being beaten in order to help mitigate hitting Spence in the process. In the process, he also looks around for other targets high and low. Tom wants to shout down to Spence to see if he is "OK" but that will probably either draw more crazies or bandit snipers similar to who they met prior to entering the police station.
No problem... I have been busy with work and PL, I hope to catch up by tomorrow at the latest.
No go for any of my invites. Hmm, pbp gaming seems to be getting a little more flaky these days.
My first email is off.
I have decided since our friend Trane is reluctant to post. I give permission to Tom to fail his paranoia and put a round in his head. Tom I bet you'll like doing this inside regardless of what you say lol. Technically speaking, he didn't answer Spence, so either of us can give the go ahead and Tom does not have to be wigged out. I mean after all, it is now both a Dog Eats Dog or Zombie Eats Human world. This means, there is no hesitation in this world. Either take it or be taken. Did you send him a PM and do you want me to recruit 1 or 2 people?
Tom's eyes widen as he sees the humanoid shuffling through the car. [/i]"Is this a crazy, a raider, or a potential friend?"[/i]
Tom remains calm and places the stranger in his sights. In a low voice, "Hey Manny and Spence, I think we have a live one outside rummaging through the cars. Should I take him or are you going to make contact?
What does Tom see?
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