The radio news had been awful all day. Some kind of sickness was causing people to do crazy things and there was even the "Z" word being used. I figured the best thing to do was grab Toni, head home and fort up. Mentally going over the house supplies, I realized we were short on foods. If this was going to last a while, we might need more, as well emergency stuff. First things first though.
Get Toni. I rolled up the street to the first parking spot open and hopped out of my truck grabbing my practice sword. Seemingly from nowhere, a bunch of people stampeded right for me. Pushing and shoving, even whacking a couple with the stick and I made my way through them.
Breathing heavily, I started walking down the street to the cafe. Some drunk came stumbling out of McCray's Tavern. I walked past him, still fuming about people who were being rude.
Still walking to the cafe, I notice the drunk is following me. Creepy. Better get Toni home and away from this insanity.
Creeped out a bit by the drunk following me, I jog over to the Cornerstop and call out for Toni. As I open the front door, 3 of the patrons bolt past me, almost pushing me down. I am getting pissed off now. Then I spot Toni, shaking a frying pan at the mob gathered in the back of the cafe. "You came for me!" She is close to tears, but not scared a bit. Happy to see me, she says. About then I realize that one of the idiots walking around outside isn't just stupid, he'd dead. There is a hole in his chest the size of a baseball, and he's trying get in the cafe!
I jump at him, bringing out my tourney winning snap shot. Connecting with his temple, he quits moving. I think he's done. But I'm not sure. How do you kill something that is already dead? Where are the police? The Army? Well, time for some thrilling heroics, I guess.
Still more people push past me, almost knocking me down again. Crazy, and I know a lot of these people damn it!
Now that I see how they move differently, I see several zombies on the street, and one of them charges Jack Everett, an Attorney who had been having lunch. He screams and smashes the zombie to the floor with his briefcase.
"Toni, grab some food. We're going to need it at home." She just nods and grabs a bunch of cans, putting them in ever present messenger bag she carries. Bag over her shoulder, frying pan in one hand and to go cup of sweet tea in the other, she heads out the door to me. As I'm watching, out of the corner of my eye I see another shambler stagger at me. I rush to meet it, beating it with my stick, and it goes down.
"Let's get out of here!" We take off for the truck at a jog, and the rest of the crowd runs the other way. I am a bit nervous about getting to the truck. I see some zombies facing away from us as we jog that way. We move as quietly as possible, but the sight at the rear of the truck is sickening. A bloody corpse is starting to stir.
"Run for it!" I yell, and we get to the truck. About half a dozen zombies were around the corner where I couldn't see them. Crap, they were coming for us.
We jumped in the truck, Toni hood sliding like Luke Duke, and I got us the hell out of there. Don't mind telling you how badly that frighted me. I decided there and then to grab my armor and the shotgun before heading back out for more stuff. Shit just got real!
|Who is that shuffling along in the distance?|
|The unruly mob!|
|The real cornerstop Cafe, from inside my truck.|
Won the other combats.) I move 4 inches (failing to move fast), trying to get to the Cornerstop Cafe.
Turn 2 doubles produced 1 more civilian to argue with, then Zed 3 me 2 Civ 5 (I figured the civilians had thier own init, and it would not count for doubles, 7's, and 11's. A boy civy is charged by a zombie and retires, hunkering down around the corner. A zombie comes staggering out of the shop in front of me, yet I fail to recognize it as such. I walk blithely past, again failing to move fast. Guess that slow is true!
Turn 3 z6, m2 c5. I finally pass a fast move test (1dice)
Turn 4 z2 m1 c3. Most of the Civs run off the board, the new guy makes it the edge. The zombie near me gets closer and the one near the civilians closes in. I move a little closer to the Cafe.
|It must be hard to see with the chemical mask on.|
|Attorney beats man with briefcase. Suit pending.|
|This poor guy is the only reason I got to keep my truck. He drug the zeds away from us.|
|Ran out of modern civies, so my Mordheim gang gets a cameo.|
Turn 11 z3 m 5 c1 I pass a being charged test, as the lone zed around the corner gets into the action. I win the combat and knock him down. The zombies near the truck join the feast.
|Wiser than I am perhaps, they head off for a nearby table edge.|
|What's that blubbering sound?|
Turn 14 z3 m6 c 5
Turn 15 z 2 m 4 c1 the civies run while the feasting continues
Turn 16 z6 m 3 c 4 we fail to fast move, but get closer to the truck
|Run for the truck Baby!|
Turn 18 z4 m6 c3 zeds move to close distance to us.
Turn 19 z1 m2 c1 We race to board edge, but don't quite get off the edge. Zeds come close. Much depends on next roll.
Turn 20 Z6 m2 c3.... Whew! We jump in truck and roar off.... What a game! The board was empty to start and full when we finished.