Ingame
You are inside a school bus moving through a street. The seating is worn and the windows are gore smeared and barred. Also with you are Sam Alberti (60HP), Ross (55HP), Doug D. Renolds (58HP), Karke Mardul (50HP) and Yon (50HP).
The engine is running and partially damaged. The gas tank is full.
Somebody has scratched meta into a seat.
There is another vehicle here.
- The two-vehicle convoy has moved some indeterminate distance away from where you last where. Looking out the window, you see deserted streets. Nearly every building is wide open and silent, violence long since past. You suspect this area of the city was one of the first to go.
You drift off into your thoughts, its purpose being so that every detail of conversation and movement need not be catalogued, if any weird such individual decided to make a clever list of them, and describe them as turns of sorts.
Since your last turn:
- • Voices shift in and out of attention. (45 seconds ago) ...and again. (now)
- • 28.63 MHz: "...I remember the first emergency broadcast message..." *static* "...had no tele, poor as napkins..." *static* "...like any intelligent fellow, I didn't believe a word of it." (25 seconds ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: "...out middle of the next day, it was overcast, there was a busy street, saw a man staggering..." *static* "...gorged his neck and ate his throat." (15 seconds ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: "...was a believer since, not sure if believer is the right word, you usually reserve that for things that are curiously uncertain..." *static* "...it was plain and obvious to anyone's eye. The dead walked." (5 seconds ago)
Possible actions:
- Next
Inventory:
- You carry a knife, a journal and a bloodied radio. You have a pistol (15) and three spare magazines inside your vest pouches. You are wearing a tactical vest, blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.
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User:A Helpful Little Gnome
