Re: Episode 2-1
Graham ducked around an alley way. He waited for the police cruiser to pass him by, then risked a quick look around. He had been on the run for several hours, after escaping from the “cops” who had picked him up. He wasn’t sure who to trust any more after they tried to kill him. The cops for fragg sake!
Seeing no sign of any “cops” or other people who may try to kill him in the next few moments, Graham made his way down the street, trying to act casual. As casual as you can act on an abandoned street, in a city all but overrun by the forces of evil, encased in a field of some unknown mystical purpose. “You are definitely back in Sunnydale,” he murmured to himself.
Getting his bearings, Graham headed toward the military base. If Buffy, er, Buffybot, Annabelle, Emilia, and Michael were still together, the base was the most likely place for them to have survived the night. 10 mile hike, through possibly overran territory, with nothing but my trusty combat knife for a weapon, with no dinner or breakfast. “Hoorah,” he thinks to himself as he begins to move through the streets, keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of enemies, allies or civilian.
About 45 minutes later, he made it a hill about a half mile from the base. Pausing at the top, Graham scanned the perimeter. “Hmm,” he muttered to himself, “what happened to the guards that were on duty last night?”
With a weary feeling, he slowly made his way around the perimeter, toward the rear of the base.
20:30, Today: Graham Miller rolled 9 using 1d10+5. Sneaking around the base.