With the outbreak of a super flu virus that quickly spread across the world within a week all international air travel has been suspended, leaving many tourists around the globe stranded. Most governments then placed a freeze on the prices of all goods and services, to include hotel fees. Many others announced programs to reimburse their citizens stuck abroad for the cost of food and housing during the crisis.

In the United States all interstate travel except the military, medical services, and truckers delivering food and other basic necessities have been halted. While no curfew has been put in place most people stay inside. They only go outside to get food or take a seriously ill friend or family member to the hospital.
After two weeks the 50% of the populous not stricken with the super fly are fed up with the restrictions in place. As the reports that people infected with the super flu begin to die the tweets, blogs, you tube videos, radio stations and news broadcasts reporting how unlawful the restrictions are turn to reporting the high number of deaths, and that many more are to occur.

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Inside his room, Jonathan Pembersley hears a knock on his door. It's not loud and the female voice on the other side announces in a thick Hispanic accent: "Room Service." The voice is recognized as the one of the few maids still working, and who have also doubled up to deliver food from the hotel/casino's restaurant.

OOC: Jonathan you can choose the exact hotel/casino your staying in, but your on the 5th floor. Please also decide on the fates of your university buddies (are they all sick? are only a few sick? Some of them would be sick, but I leave it up to you to determine how many and thier names, and if they have goen to the hospital yet). Last decide on the meal you've received form room service.

ALL other players who can see this thread: I will get you into the thread as soon as you've finished your character.

J.P had watched the world around him change from the suite on the fifth floor of the Caesar's Palace hotel and casino. The sirens had stopped being so frequent and the crowds had disappeared from the pavements. When he did venture down to the lobby there were no other guests and the place seem deserted except for the odd staff member at the front desk.

He was watching the large flat screen tv and yet another report on CNN about the conditions in other parts of the world. His own family had confirmed it was the same in the U.K. but they had now stopped answering his emails. His last post on face-book was “Is anyone there ?”.

Ralph had been taken to hospital several days ago and J.P had been unable to visit or even find transport. When he knocked on Piers and Rupert’s door there had been no answer and the door was locked. He tried calling and was unable to raise them so he left a voice mail and hopped they had gone to see Ralph.

The knock on the door had brought him back to reality. He jumped up and quickened his step across the suite. He thanked the woman and eagerly took the burgers and fries he had ordered as well as the two large bottles of water, the bottle of Johnny Walker and the pot of coffee. He had exhausted the complimentary beverages a couple of days back and even though he had refilled the bottles from the tap and had managed to rustle up some more when he went to reception he was running low.

He then asked the woman the same question he had been asking of anyone he met for the last few days;

”Have you heard anything new ?”

Jonathan receives his meal, water, coffee and booze in plastic bags which have been taped shut by the people down in the restaurant. The maid answers his question with a shake of her head and a 'No' muffled by the surgical mask she is wearing.

The maid quickly collects the dishes from breakfest (but leaves the silver ware) any old towels and linen, replacing them and making the bed before leaving and moving to the next room.

Jonathan closes his door, and goes about his business for the next few minutes before he hears the woman screaming in Spanish from the room next door.

"¡Dios mío!" A crash is heard "¡Ayudarme! ¡ayudarme!"

Johnathan jumps up and runs across the suite and pulls open the door. He looks up and down the hallway before stepping out and running to the aid of the maid next door.

Looking left and right (or right then left) down the hall, Jonathan can see that a few of the other people still staying in the hotel have also opened their doors to see what was going on.

Down to his left about 5 meters away in front of an open door, Jonathan see that the food cart has been knocked over, and the maid is next to the cart lying on the ground. On top of her is a nearly naked man (with only his underwear) punching and even biting her. One of the other hotel guests, whose room is almost across from the altercation walks up and kicks the man. The nearly naked man lets out a loud moan, and even down the hallway, Jonathan can hear ribs breaking.

The hotel guest then reaches down and pulls the nearly naked man off of the maid. As the naked man is lifted up an arterial spray of blood from the maids neck arcs into the air. The nearly naked man then tries to bite the hotel guest twice but fails to do so.  The hotel guest then throws the nearly naked man away. Turning to those down the hallway (incuding Jonathan) the man yells out at them. "The guy got rabies or some shit!" It the last thing he says as a woman staggers out of the open room and bites him on the back of his neck. The hotel guest immediacy collapses to the ground taking the woman with him. The woman then gets up and begins to approach Jonathan and the others down the hall. Behind her, the nearly naked man has gotten backup., and also begins to stagger towad those down the hall....

J.P initially thought it was some sex attack and then it dawned on him this was something all the more worst.

"Christ almighty... are you all right... shit."

J.P closes the door behind him and locks it before picking up the phone and dialing for reception. As he is waiting for them to answer he puts the chair from the table on its side and then uses his right foot to try and break off a leg on the chair.

The phone to reception rings three times before Jonathan is greeted by an automated message: "We apologize for the inconvenience, but we are receiving a large volume of calls at the moment. Please leave your name and room number at the moment and we will cal you back as soon as soon as possible."

It takes several kicks but the leg of the chair finally breaks away. Outside the door screams are coming from the hallway along with eerie moans.

CNN switches to a "Special Report" with a relatively unknown newscaster, who apparently hasn't contracted the super flu. With no introduction he begins to deliver a startling news report.

"It has been established that persons who have recently died, have been returning to life and committing acts of murder. Widespread investigation reports of funeral homes, morgues, and hospitals has concluded that the unburied dead are coming back to life, seeking human victims. Its hard for us to believe what we're reporting to you, but it does seem to be a fact."

With the chair leg in one hand and the phone in the other J.P stares at the t.v. He drops the handset of the phone as he watches the images before him.

The noise from outside the suite brings him back to reality. J.P moves a large table from the dinning area and puts it against the exterior door before closing the door from the suite proper to the vestibule area. His hands are shaking as he moves two large chests of draws and places them by the door he just closed.

Breathing heavily only a small portion of which was from the furniture move J.P surveyed the room. He opened the french door onto the terrace and tried to see if anything was happening on the road in front of the hotel.

Looking down at the street below (The famous Las Vegas strip), Jonathan can see some Army unit's and local policemen firing on people down below. There's a tank, two armored personnel carries and several humvees, along with infantry soldiers (M1A1's, Bradley Fighting vehicles, and humvees), and police cars.

FYI: The army units are primarily from 1st Squadron, 221st Cavalry Regiment, Nevada Army National Guard.

From the terrace J.P lets out a sigh of relief that the army units and police are so close. He keeps his head down so they don't mistake him for one of the undead things as he looks around at the other terraces trying to spot anyone else. He risks one last glance at the authorities down below before retreating back into his suite.

He starts to gather together stuff that he will need if they have to evacuate. Jonathan places the water and food that had been just delivered onto the bed and turns off the t.v. Next he starts the bath running, filling it with water. He checks through his bags and puts his passport and other important documents into his pocket as well as the small Swiss army knife he has. He takes the cutlery as well as the bottle of whiskey which he puts into his bag the knife he places on the bed. Lastly he also folds the sheets from both his and Ralphs bed and grabs the phone book in the night stand before placing them into his bag.

As he is making his preparations he tries to make as little noise as possible while listening for sounds from the hallway.
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Jonathan sees a few other people looking out to what is occurring down below. The screaming within the hallway has stopped, but the eerie moaning continues. Then a single scream is heard that is quickly cut off.

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley: Wait for Laney to post first before rushing out into the hallway. That is if you choose to rush out into said hallway.]

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Laney and her EMS partner, Marie Schrack ride an elevator to the 5th floor of a hotel/casino. For the past two weeks they two have been working 16 hours straight (sometimes 18) picking up individuals to sick to make it to one of the sports arena being used as mass care facilities.

As the door to the elevator opens the two women are greeted by a stumbling woman dressed as a maid. Marie tries to help the woman and is immediately bitten on the side of her neck. As Marie screams the two collapse to the ground. Behind the maid is a naked man wearing only a pair of underwear. The man tries to push it's self past the maid and Marine, but is having difficulty doing so. Even then the man would have t get past the rolling gurney (with Laney's eMS bag restign on top of it)

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: It will take you two actions to get your gun (one to open the bag, two to grab the gun. You can shoot on action #3). I also need a horror factor roll (get a 13 or higher on a 1d20). Fail and you lose your 1st action. ]

OOC: Jonathan and Laney please make just one post.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 11):

Driving up to Caesar's Palace via Flamingo, Laney and Marie parked the "rig" at the VIP entrance to Augustus Tower. They packed their bags, then placed them on the powered folding stretcher as they wheeled it to the VIP entrance. There was no one present at the VIP entrance but someone must have been watching the security camera because the doors slid open as they approached.

They wheeled the folding stretcher into the deserted lobby and the VIP elevator, continuing their present discussion. Marie had not been in favour of Laney packing her sidearm, and pointed out this was in fact against regulations. As they waited, Laney tried to justify her decision on the short ride up to the 5th floor.

"...and people gettin' real crazy now. I mean, any moron can see we got an honest-to-God life-threatening pandemic affecting the whole country and people are screaming their damn heads off about complete bullshit. Like, a virus knows and is going to respect folks' Constitutional rights or some stupid-ass shit like that..."

Just then, their radios started squawking. Only a partial signal was getting through due to the dead zone of the elevator shaft so they only heard short (and disturbing) snippets of the transmission from dispatch.

"...cease ongiong treatment and patient trans... ...luding quarantine areas such as Cox Pavillion, Mandalay Bay Event Center, the MGM Grand Garden, Orleans Arena, Thomas and Mack... ...vacuate the... immediately as.... ...again, patients who seem to have succum... ...are presenting symptoms of a mental state... and extreme hostility..."

"What the fuck? Did you catch that? We need to get to a land line, or at least where we can get some cell or radio reception. Wait, was that a gunshot?"

The elevator door opened and Marie immediately pushed past the stretcher to help the maid in the bloodstained uniform with a dazed expression. Behind her was a man, pallid white flesh showing his own wounds. "Marie, wait!" It was too late.

All Laney could do was look on in shock as the maid bore her partner down to the luxurious hallways carpeting, then attack her relentlessly and without provocation. She needed to react quickly to help her partner, but instead she found herself rooted to the spot. Who were these people? Why were they attacking them? Maybe they were sick, delusional, thought that the paramedics had antibiotics or antivirals that could help them. Or maybe the radio message and now the crescendo of gunfire from the street were harbingers of something much, much worse.

She reached into the paramedic bag side pocket and pulled the Glock free from its holster. Pulling back the slide to charge it she aimed it at the half-naked man stumbling over Marie and the maid. "Back! Get back!" The man ignored her and continued to stumble over the people at his feet, reaching out to push away the gurney.

Realising that she'd almost run out of time, and perhaps Marie had gone past that point, Laney aimed at the man's hairy chest and fired twice.

[Private to GM: My understanding is she gets 5 attacks/round. Failed her Horror check, needs 2 actions to ready her weapon, then 2 shots. Like her daddy taught her, centre-of-mass. You can edit out the radio traffic but I think at this point EMS is pulling out their crews if they can.

04:13, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 10 using 1d20. 2nd Shot.
04:12, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 10 using 1d20. 1st Shot.
03:31, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 5 using 1d20. Horror Factor Check.
]
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Jonathan had just finished putting the last of his and some of Ralphs possessions into his bag when he heard the scream from the hallway. He moved towards the door before turning back to grab the steak knife he had left on the bed.

The table fitted perfectly in the alcove so it took him a couple of seconds to get a grip and turn it on its side. As he moved pass it he gave it a further shove to give him some more room. J.P stopped and took a look through the peep hole.

What he saw was a confused blur of movement and sound. The undead things seemed to still be there as well as someone else. He cracked open the door to try and gain the other persons attention just as the gun shots rang out. J.P visibly shuddered as the shots echoed along the hall, but due to reflex or a fear reaction he pulls the door wide open.

The scene that greets him is one of sheer terror and madness. He gestures to the woman shooting who must be from army come to save him;

"This way ....quick....quick..."

The half naked man's approach into the elevator is only slowed down by the impact of a pair of .40 caliber bullets fired from Lany's pistol. They SHOULD have dropped the man. It's at this point Lany realizes that the naked guy look like he's been dead for a few hours.

The man's hands reach out and try to grab her with both hands out stretched. One had grabs nothing, the other gets a hold of Lany's clothing just above the left shoulder. Luckily the gurney is between Lany and her assailant, whose jaws are chomping as if wanting to bite her as he tries to pull her over the gurney.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael:
18:32, Mon 17 Mar 2014: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC naked guy, rolled 20 using 2d20 ((18,2)).
Grab #1: FAIL
Grab# 2: Unat 21 (PASS) (parry failed)

18:24, Today: Darkside Trooper, on behalf of Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael, rolled 17 using 4d6+8. pistol dmg .
18:24, Today: Darkside Trooper, on behalf of Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael, rolled 27 using 4d6+8. pistol dmg .
22 SDC  to Naked guy Zombie.]

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Jonathan opens the door to peek out into the hall. As he opens the door wide open he is greeted by the man who had initially kicked the crazy naked guy.

OOC:

Jonathan, I need to you make a roll vs Horror factor  (get a 13 or higher and you pass, Fail and you lose your first action). After that make a full melee's worth of actions. The door to your room opens into the room.

Please make parry rolls for each of your actions. I would prefer not to make rolls for player characters.

The naked guy tries to pull Lany over the gurney but loses his grip and then reaches out to grab her again before trying to punch/slap/claw her.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael:
19:04, Today: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC naked guy, rolled 21 using 2d6+18 with rolls of 1,2. PS.
+6 t PS dmg
18:56, Today: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC naked guy, rolled 10 using 2d20 with rolls of 2,8. punch/claw Lany +3 (actions 3&4).
18:46, Today: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC naked guy, rolled 20 using 1d20 with rolls of 20. grab Lany +3.
18:46, Today: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC naked guy, rolled 1 using 1d20 with rolls of 1. Pull Lany across gurney +3.

Action 1: Pull Laney across Gurny (FAIL, loses grip)
Action 2: Grab Lany NAT 20!!!!!!
Action 3: Punch/claw Lany FAIL
Action 4: Punch/claw Lany unat 11 (11 SDC)]

OOC: These are just the Zombie intents, your actions may affect the out come.
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The hotel guest tries to rush into Jonathan's room before trying to grab him then punch/slap/claw him.

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley:
19:05, Today: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC Hotel Guest Zombie, rolled 20 using 2d6+18 with rolls of 1,1. PS.
19:02, Today: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC Hotel Guest Zombie, rolled 20 using 2d20 with rolls of 12,8. punch/claw Jonathath +3 (action 3&4).
18:59, Today: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC Hotel Guest Zombie, rolled 11 using 1d20 with rolls of 11. grab Jonathan +3.
18:58, Today: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC Hotel Guest Zombie, rolled 8 using 1d20 with rolls of 8. rush into Jonathan's room +3.

Action 1: Rush into Jonathan room unat 11 (Jon you can 'parry' this action with the door, provided you passed your HF roll)
Action 2: Grab Jon, unat 14
Action 3: Punch/claw unat 11 (7 SDC)
Action 4: Punch/claw unat 15 (10 SDC)]

OOC: These are just the Zombie intents, your actions may affect the out come.

Almost instinctively he uses the door to hit the zombie as it tried to enter the room, before opening it again to stab the zombie.


Jonathan Pembersley rolled 13 using 1d20 with rolls of 13. Horror Roll.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 19 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 15. Parry.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 18 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 15. To Hit.
Jonathan Pembersley rolled 15 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 11. Parry.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 6 using 1d6+1 with rolls of 5. Damage.

He stumbles at the savagery of the zombies attacks

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 2 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 1. Roll with Punch.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 5 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 4. Roll with Punch.
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Although she wasn't thinking about it at the time, it was reasonable for a foreigner to mistake her as police because of Laney's khaki uniform shirt (like the NV Metro PD uniform), black cargo pants with bulging bellows pockets and black boots. And her gun, which, unlike her red reflective vest, was not standard paramedic issue anywhere in the world!

Sweet Jesus I put two in that ol' "ten-ring", like daddy called it, and that man didn't go down! she thought. Now he grabbed at her over the powered folding stretcher, twin dark holes in his chest missing the blood that should be pumping out of them. Shoving her gun in his mouth she pulled the trigger, sending a bullet through the back of his throat, medulla oblongata and spine before exiting in a spray of gore. If this were the movies he'd be launched to do a backwards somersault on the plush carpeting but this being reality, he just flopped straight down, over the Stryker hydraulic gurney.



The stories of drugs like PCP or crack cocaine making users so high they didn't feel any pain and could function was largely a myth of the drug war. Some adrenal or pituitary disorders will interfere with pain response, but no drug or disease will interfere with 1 or 2 rounds through the heart and lungs! If this was the flu somehow doing this, it was clear that she'd have to aim for the head to do any real damage.

Laney vaguely recalled a man calling something out to her in a British accent, although she probably couldn't hear much now due to the ringing in her ears. Maybe the man also needed help, but her first priority was to see her own safety and that of her partner, Marie. That required doing something about the insanely homicidal maid. It was clear that, due to the amount of blood coating Marie, her attacker and the deep-pile carpeting, she was in grave trouble and Laney needed to put down her attacker ASAP. Laney worried for a second about a spray of infected blood getting in Marie's wounds but as her attacker was actually biting her any infection had clearly already happened. She aimed at the maid's head and fired.

The bullet struck the skull at an angle, ripping out a patch of scalp and piercing the bone but only doing damage to the cerebral cortex, which the maid clearly wasn't using anyways. Laney switched her aim to a little lower, and this time the bullet blew out the back of the maid's head.


[Private to GM: Action #1: Called shot to head of naked man. Hit (Natural 20)
Action #2-3: Aimed called shot to head of Maid. Miss
Action #4-5: Aimed called shot to head of Maid. Hit, Damage 20 x3 (Head) = 60

20:21, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 6 using 1d20 with rolls of 6. Aimed Called Shot (Net 0).
20:20, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 3 using 1d20 with rolls of 3. Aimed Called Shot (Net 0).
14:14, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 20 using 1d20 with rolls of 20. Called shot to Head. -3 to strike, +1 Level Bonus.
20:28, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 20 using 4d6+8 with rolls of 1,2,4,5. Damage, x3.

I don't believe I actually need to make parry rolls as the geek attacking her was just force-fed a .40 S&W milkshake for her first attack, but I'll post my dodges just to be on the safe side and also to get into the habit:

20:34, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 18 using 1d20 with rolls of 18. Parry Attack #5 (+1).
20:34, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 6 using 1d20 with rolls of 6. Parry Attack #4 (+1).
20:33, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 3 using 1d20 with rolls of 3. Parry Attack #3 (+1).

From Yesterday (both the following rolls are +1):

20:01, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 11 using 1d20 with rolls of 11. Parry Attack #4.
20:01, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 3 using 1d20 with rolls of 3. Parry Attack #2.]
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Jonathan slams the door on the hotel guest as he tries to rush into the room. Opening the door he stabs the man in the stomach, but the man doesn't seem the least it phased. Stumbling backwards Jonathan is attacked by the crazy hotel guest, and is punched twice. The crazed hotel guest falls on his face but quickly gets back up to continue his advance towards Jonathan...

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley: 21:22, Today: Darkside Trooper, for the NPC Hotel Guest Zombie, rolled 25 using 2d20 with rolls of 7,18. punch/claw Jonathath +3 (action 3&4).
Action 1: Get back up
Action 2: Approach Jonathan
Action 3: Punch Jonathan unat 10 (8 SDC)
Action 4: Punch Jonathan unat 21 (10 SDC)

I tried to set the situation up so you can still use what you posted last night]

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Laney blows off the head of the naked man attacking her and is covered in blood, and brains. Shooting the maid in the head once is apparently not enough as she is still moving. A second shot  to head causes the maid to stop biting into Marie. But Marie isn't moving as the elevator doors attempt to close and are stopped by the two pairs of legs in the way.

Looking down the hallway Laney sees five people lying on the floor of the hallway. A single woman comes stumbling out of one of the open hotel room about 30 feet away. From the closest open hotel room (about 10 feet from the elevator) is where the sounds of the screaming British man are coming from.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: I figure it'll take you an action to get into the room Jonathan is in. ]

OOC: I tried to find some sort of floor plan for the hotel floor, but couldn't find anything. Once I have a floor plan (or I make one). I'll have Jacob show up.

J.P stumbled at the ferocity of the undead things attacks. He is able to stay standing by grabbing the table, but the momentum sends him further into the suite. He grabs one of the chairs from the dining area as the zombie rises and continues after him.

Johnathan's fear is rising and he is desperately clutching at straws in his mind as he looks left and right. He continues to move through the suite with no other means to defend himself he keeps the chair raised hoping to keep the zombie at arms length. His foot hits the edge of the french doors he left open after watching the soldiers.

An idea jumps into his head as he steps out onto the terrace. He makes a couple of thrusts at the zombie hoping to entangle its arms in the chair legs as he maneuvers the undead thing to the edge of the terrace. Once in position he gives the chair and the zombie an all mighty push hoping to send them both over the edge.

18:44, Today: Jonathan Pembersley rolled 17 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 13. Parry.
18:44, Today: Jonathan Pembersley rolled 22 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 18. Parry.

OOC do you need some sort of strength/attack roll from me ?

Hyperventilating, Laney reached into the elevator and made sure it was locked off. As a rule, EMTs and fire crews had keys that allowed them to lock off elevators, so they wouldn't have to wait for one in an emergency. The doors would not close automatically now, unless someone held down the "Door Close" button.

When the naked man had died, he's flopped forward, splattering her and the stretcher with blood and brains. Although she'd seen much worse in her years working as an EMT on different calls from homicides to industrial accidents and vehicular trauma, this was the first time she'd caused a death and it rocked her back, a little.

Then the cool analytic part of her mind took over and she observed the situation.

Marie would bleed out in three and a half minutes if the carotid artery in her neck was severed. This is probably what happened, as a loss of consciousness would indicate a rapid drop in blood pressure. And/or she could have arrested and/or suffered massive trauma in the attack. There were bodies all around and a woman was staggering down the hall, British tourist was gone, ducked back into his room, followed by the man attacking him.

"SIR! In the room! I can't come to you, you need to come out here NOW!

She pushed the asshole off the Stryker bed and he slumped backwards. Collapsing the bed, she took her bag off it and rolled Marie onto it and secured her for transport. She looked bad, but if she could get the oxygen on her and rig an IV drip, she might live long enough to get to the ambulance. She slapped a pressure bandage on her throat and oxygen mask over her nose and mouth, pulled the bed and her bag back into the elevator. Raising the hydraulic bed she shoved the maid out of the way to clear the door. Then she drew her pistol and pointed it at the approaching woman.

"Ma'am! I need you to stop where you are, do you understand me? Stop now!"

If the woman doesn't stop advancing or acknowledge her, she aims her pistol at her head and fires. (She holds her fire if the woman doesn't look a little dead, stops or acknowledges her.)


Actions:

1-3: Stabilise Marie for transport.
4: Ready weapon and aim.
5: Fire, aimed called shot at head.

14:03, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 15 using 1d20 with rolls of 15. Aimed Called Shot +1. A result of 16 is above a zombie's AR, so full damage.
14:06, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 24 using 4d6+8 with rolls of 4,5,4,3. Damage head shot. x3, so 72 damage total.

13:07, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 8 using 1d20 with rolls of 8. Parry Attack 4.
13:06, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 2 using 1d20 with rolls of 2. Parry Attack 3.
13:06, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 94 using 1d100 with rolls of 94. Parry Attack 2. (18)
13:06, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 10 using 1d100 with rolls of 10. Parry Attack 1. (2)

13:24, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 85 using 1d100 with rolls of 85. Medicine Roll 3.
13:24, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 24 using 1d100 with rolls of 24. Paramedic Medicine Roll 2.
13:05, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 4 using 1d20 with rolls of 4. Paramedic Medicine. (20%)

Ha ha, I suck! Her paramedic roll should have been d100 but I left the die roller set for d20. Converting a 4 on a d20 to percentile equals 20%. For serious or critical patients (and I would guess this really, really counts!) 3 rolls are required to "stabilise" the patient. You need to make at least 2 of these rolls, Laney made all 3 (Paramedic Medicine 85%.

 Then I forgot to switch back, so the first 2 parries were rolled with percentile and so should actually be 2 and 18. All parries are +1.



[Private to GM: I sure hope Jonathan makes it out of the room. Laney's not going to leave her partner behind, dead or alive. But Maria's probably still alive, barely. Even a severed carotid artery, the one that carries 20% of the body's blood to the brain, will take 3-5 minutes to bleed out. A severed windpipe will also cause suffocation, but again, takes minutes. Either way, she's not going to get trapped in a hotel room with no escape.]
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Laney manages to stabilize Marie, but she's in bad shape with a large bite on the left side if her neck. The odd woman continues to approach and Laney subsequently blows her head off just as she gets to the door of the adjacent elevator. As the body falls to the ground the elevator opens up.

[Private to Jacob Anderson: Your in the elevator that just opened up, responding to what the operator called a fight. You see the headless body fall tot he ground.]

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: The aimed called shot actually adds +2 to the strike roll because you spent an action aiming. Also you don't have your WP bonuses listed in your character sheet.]

Jonathan manages to use the chair to prevent the crazed hotel guest from attacking him, and further manages to guide the thing out onto the terrace and push it up against

OOC: Jonathan, I made a roll for you to entangle the Zombie with the chair. But with only one attack/action you were unable to push it off the side. You can make that action to push the Zombie off now.

J.P bent his knees slightly and then pushed with all his might trying to get the zombie and chair over the edge of the terrace. He thought he could hear something from the hallway and then more gun shots rang out.

Today felt a little more strange than others , almost like that full moon feeling you get when shit seems to always happen that night. Jacob did not usually take these calls as he was more accustomed to watching the Casino floor but it had been a dead night with little action.

Once in a while he thought it was good to take these calls so he did not forget some of the basics of the job. Grabbing his gear as he headed to the elevator he pushed the buttons to the floor to the reported disturbance and headed up. Humming along to the catchy song on the elevator he was almost zoned out when he heard the distinct sound of a gun shot right when the doors were opening. The loud thud and the scene of a headless body falling to the ground has Jacob wondering for a moment what the hell is happening.

Reaching for his weapon he pulls it out and his stop of the elevator doors before depressing a small button and speaking into his head piece"Code 246 -- I repeat Code 246-- Send backup and call this one in."

Jacob leans against the wall for a moment before speaking "Security ! -- Put your weapon down and get on the ground .. I have a gun and I have backup coming."

In reply to Jacob Anderson (msg # 25):

Killing the woman left her in a surreal state of mind for an instant, but she had a job to do and snapped out of it. Clipping the holster to the front of her equipment belt, she holstered her weapon. she then strapped an oxygen mask on Marie's face and prepped an IV drip.

The sound of gunfire outside was starting to penetrate her consciousness. Not just the cracks of pistols but popping automatic weapons fire and explosions rattling the windows. Good, it sounded like the cavalry had arrived. He could deal with whoever was attacking the British tourist.

"Las Vegas City Paramedic! You accessed us a few minutes ago through the VIP entrance, that's our rig parked downstairs off Flamingo. Remember?

"We just got attacked and my partner is critically injured. I think she's stabilised but yeah, I'm gonna bounce ASAP or I'm gonna lose her. So thanks for the offer to help, but there's someone in real trouble in room, ah, 514 and they could really use your assistance right now. Thanks again."

As a civil servant with proper ID and a CCW permit (not that she needed one, Nevada being an "open carry" state) Laney wasn't too worried about the hotel bull. The crew had obviously just been attacked, and she had been defending her life and that of her partner/patient in a legally justified manner. Hotel security had no more legal enforcement powers to arrest and detain than any other private citizen. If the bull thought a crime had been committed he could call the police on her (good luck!) at the certain peril of his job and own arrest for assault and interfering with emergency services (if not murder were the patient to die).

But hotel security was always helpful and cooperative with ambulance and fire crews to a fault and she trusted he'd be cool.
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Jacob had no real proof what the lady was saying was true at this moment. He had seen a few bad drug deals go wrong before and other shootings had happened at the Casino. Jacob had to hope she was who she was claiming to be at this moment , as he edges to the door and takes a look into the hallway before quickly heading towards room 514.

Getting to the door he can hear what sounds like a struggle as he grabs his access card and flicks it along the door and opens the door with gun held out.

"Security ! "

Jacob sees the so called paramedic and can tell that is who she is. He even recognizes her as a paramedic who had come to the hotel to take sick people away. The hallway of the hotel floor was on the other hand something out of a movie. In addition the the lady without a head several other bodies lie in the hallway apparently the victims of being bitten in the neck. About half the doors to guest room were open. From behind the closed doors there was some moaning. Accessing room 514 (the door was ajar and no key card was needed) he watches as a man pushes a crazed man off the balcony with a chair. Both chair and crazed man plument to the ground below. Gunshots and sirens can be heard as well.

J.P slumped to the floor having watched his attacker fall and hit the hotel forecourt. He glanced at the soldiers firing on the road to see if they were in control of the situation below before dropping into a sitting position with his back against the wall.

He looked at his trembling hands vaguely award of movement further back in the suite.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 28):

As the hotel bull went to check the hotel room, Laney gathered her breath and her wits. Shooting the woman stumbling towards her was different than defending herself or helping Marie. Something about that jogged her memory.

She called out to Jacob, who she vaguely remembered as being a supervisor or manager for hotel security

"Sir, something important I should mention... aim for the head. I'm not sure why, or what's wrong with these people. Something about the flu is causing this.

"This is also important: We are going to need a safety escort out to the ambulance. This is happening all over the place now and we're under instructions to evacuate the downtown area and I need to get Marie to hospital. You're welcome to come along. OK?"

She checked her radio and cell for further communication from dispatch.
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Opening the door and watching the man toss a lady and chair over the side Jacob could only watch on as the shit was hitting the fan in full force. Whatever was happening was not good and it seemed the Casino and other areas were getting hard by whatever it was.



Turning his head back towards the paramedic Jacob yells back " We need to get out of here , how are these people changing like this ? All the blood on the ground cant be good . This looks like a back horror flick right now."

In reply to Jacob Anderson (msg # 31):

Laney finished checking Marie's pulse with the stethoscope, then and looked at the pressure bandage on Marie's wound to see how bad the blood loss was.

"Good, let's get this done, then. Grab that guy, and I'll hold the elevator for you. It's not safe here."

Laney changed her gloves and mask, then got the ambulance keys from Marie's pocket. She also found the spare Glock magazine. Lastly, her ears were still ringing from the gunshots in the confined space, so she grabbed a few packets of ear plugs.
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OOC: You guys are no longer in combat so your free to run around and do what you want on the hotel floor. Once you get int he elevator or go down the stairs and leave (I suppose you could also just off a balcony to leave the hotel floor, but you'd need to make another character....) I'll have something up for you.

J.P got up off the terrace and moved back into his suite following the voices he could hear. It was more of an emotional effort than a physical one, but it still took all his strength to do it. Standing breathing deeply several scenarios ran through his head, he decided he need to leave and join the army guys out the front. As he had no significant weapon of his own he decided to find the lady with the pistol.

He spotted what he thought was a staff member next to the door and he also had a gun. He raised his arms;

"Hello security was it ? Are we evacuating to the army guys out front ?"

Before he can answer J.P remembers his bag.

"Just a minute my good man."

He collects it putting it on and returns to the security man.

Marie seemed stable for the moment. Laney stepped out into the hall where she could get a view in both directions. She tried her radio.

"Dispatch, this us 58-12. Does anyone copy?"

MedicWest had 2 voice channels and 2 data channels assigned. Most of their communications with dispatch were via the MDT system in the ambulance, either by a docked laptop or the dashboard terminal. When they needed to reach dispatch when they were away from the rig they used a cel phone or, as a last resort, the personal handset radio.

Getting nothing on her radio or cell phone [Private to GM: ?] she walked over to the room where the security officer and the tourist were located. Checking both ways, then back at the elevator, she knocked on the door.

"Gentlemen, ya'all gotta be showin' a bit more hustle here, 'cause this train's gonna be leavin' the station Ay-SAP." Her Louisiana drawl did tend to come out a bit when she was under stress, and the apparent lack of movement from either man was driving her crazy.

J.P crossed the suite having grabbed his back pack and gave the the room a quick glance so he had not left anything. He then went to the front door:

"Yes, cool I think I am ready to go. Should we try and contact the army guys out front ?"

He stood in the doorway of his suite wearing his backpack with the chair leg club in his hand

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 37):

Laney was waiting for him, a paramedic in a red vest marked with reflective tape and "PARAMEDIC" on the back, khaki shirt, dark pants, boots. Her expression was easy to read, despite the face shield and mask (. She wanted to GTFO! But she remained calm as she led Jonathan back towards the elevator where Marie waited. "This way, sir. Careful where you step. That's right, you're doing fine.

"I'm Laney, what's your name? And would you mind helping me with the stretcher? There are no stairs between us and the Ambulance, but you never know." She handed Jonathan a light green paper face mask and a pair of purple Nitrile gloves.


OOC: It's a good thing it doesn't sound like Jonathan has any hand-carried bags.
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J.P was dressed in cargo shorts and a rugby type jersey with the words "Itchy" and "Vegas" on the back. It also had some sort of crest on the front.

"Oh, my name is J.P. Um.. sure I can give you a hand. Hopefully the lift is working."

He looks the stretcher over and the victim on it.

"A couple of my mates went to look after one of my friends at the hospital. Hopefully they are still there. I think the security guy is checking something on the terrace."

OOC: No J.P only has the one bag.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 39):

She helped him with the mask and smiled.

"Oh, this one's hooked to the emergency genny." She looked worried as the sounds of combat outside kept increasing, near constant pops merging with echoing booms. She handed him a pair of earplugs.

"OK. The plan is we're gonna head down to the main floor. VIP entrance is right there. The Ambulance is parked right outside the entrance. Put in them earplugs when we get in the elevator. Otherwise, the shooting could damage your hearing."

OOC: That's great, because if he had extra bags she'd politely take them, then chuck them down the hall as far as she could."

Jacob gets no answer to his repeated calls over the radio to security or any other member of the casino who might have access to a radio. Trying to call on a ohone reveals that the lines is busy.

Lany likewise gets the same result with her cell phone. The radio seems to be dead with no one replying either.

---

Lany, Jonathan, Laney and the rolling stretcher carrying Marie squeeze into the elevator. The floor, walls and ceiling of the elevator all all covered in blood.

Lany uses her fire/EMS key to bring the elevator down to the main floor elevator lobby. The elevator opens up to a scene of carnage and death, some of which is still occurring. Nine people lie on the ground un-moving. Three people are standing about ten feet away. As they turn around from a body slides down off the wall. All three people seem to be in the same state as the ones Lany and Jonathan dealt with up on the 5th floor.

Almost in unison, the three people let out an eerie moan and begin to approach the open elevator....

OOC: Jacob, since you haven't actually seen a 'live' Zombie yet I need you to make a horror factor roll. Get a 13 or higher on a 1d20. Fail and you lose your 1st action.

The Zombies won't get to the elevator (i.e. you guys) until action 3.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 41):

As they rode the elevator down, they exchanged names and Laney gave Jacob his own mask, gloves and earplugs. She cautioned Jacob to aim for the head, bullet wounds to the body wouldn't work. Her plan (such as it was) was she would push the gurney while Jacob cleared the way and Jonathan followed and helped her. "Remember to shoot for the head. Nothin' else seems to work."

She also handed Jonathan Marie's red reflective PARAMEDIC vest. "Just while you're helping me. Put your earplugs in, fellahs, it could get pretty loud out there."

When the door opened she saw the approaching infected and saw in horror that they'd just killed someone. She put her own ear plugs in and moved out into the marble-halled foyer. "You all! Stop right there!" They didn't stop. Picking her targets,

Action 1: draw weapon, issue warning
Action 2: Aim
Action 3: Fire (00:05, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 10 using 1d20 with rolls of 10. Strike roll 1 +4 (+2 level bonus, +2 Aiming). Hit.
Action 4: Aim
Action 5: Fire (00:06, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 2 using 1d20 with rolls of 2. Strike roll 2 +4 (+2 level bonus, +2 Aiming). Miss.

00:09, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 10 using 4d6 with rolls of 2,1,1,6. Damage roll 1 (halved).

Correction, only 1 shot hit, so 1 damage roll.

Parry 1: 00:12, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 9 using 1d20 with rolls of 9. Parry 1 +2.
Parry 2:00:12, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 18 using 1d20 with rolls of 18. Parry 2 +2.
Parry 3: 00:13, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 16 using 1d20 with rolls of 16. Parry 3 +2.
Parry 4: 00:13, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 8 using 1d20 with rolls of 8. {P.

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J.P's eyes go wide as the elevator doors open and the scene of carnage unfolds before them.

"Oh... fuck me."

He is at the back of the elevator having been the first to enter. J.P readies his club and looks for a way to exit quickly if things do not go their way.

At the paramedics warning J.P puts his hands over his ears and tries to steady himself for the gun fire.

NPC'd

Jacob sees the people and after drawing his gun fires. Remembering that the paramedic had mentioned that only shooting them in the head works that's what he did.

11:09, Today: Darkside Trooper, on behalf of Jacob Anderson, rolled 17 using 1d20 with rolls of 17. HF roll.
PASS

11:11, Today: Darkside Trooper, on behalf of Jacob Anderson, rolled 40 using 4d20 with rolls of 11,7,12,10. shoot zombies in head +2-3=-1.

11:13, Today: Darkside Trooper, on behalf of Jacob Anderson, rolled 12 using 3d6 with rolls of 1,6,5.
11:13, Today: Darkside Trooper, on behalf of Jacob Anderson, rolled 9 using 3d6 with rolls of 1,2,6.
11:13, Today: Darkside Trooper, on behalf of Jacob Anderson, rolled 10 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,4,3.
11:13, Today: Darkside Trooper, on behalf of Jacob Anderson, rolled 6 using 3d6 with rolls of 1,2,3.

Action 1: draw pistol
Action 2: Shoot person in head, unat 10 (3 dmg)
Action 3: Shoot person in head, unat 6 (5 dmg)
Action 4: Shoot person in head, unat 11 (5 dmg)
Action 5: Shoot person in head, unat 9 (6 dmg)

The gunfire is deafening for anyone not wearing earplugs as Lany and Jacob shoot at the three people. Lany is slow and sure with her shots, while Jacob went for gettign moe rounds out of his pistol.

Neither method is enough to stop down the moaning people. But getting shot in the head cause them to slow down, just a bit. Lany and Jacob's combined gunfire bring down one person just as she reaches the elevator. Lany then presses her gun to the forehead of a second woman and pulls the trigger.

The third person then begins to bite, flail and punch as he tries to get into the elevator.

NPC'd

Jacob does the same trick the paramedic did and presses his gun up against the head of the crazed just as the crazed man punches Jacob in the chest.

The crazed man falls tot he ground while Jacob rubs his chest where he was struck.

Looking at the paramedic then to the tourist Jacob explains himself before leaving. "I gotta check on the other hotel staff you guys get outta here."

OOC: I have semi-written Jacob out of the game. If he comes back I can work the character back in.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 18:28, Sun 13 Apr 2014.

"Shit... yeah, good thinkin'. You take care of yourself."

She looked at Jonathan. "You can uncover your ears now, Ace. Just put in those damn earplugs! OK, I'm gonna need your help getting out to the ambulance. Are you with me?"

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 48):

Jonathan pulled his hands off his head and put in the earplugs as instructed:

"Sure ... yes, yes I am with you."

It was hard, but he could just make out what the casino security guard was saying. He gave the man a low wave as he moved off.

He looked at the bodies all around them to see if they had any weapons while trying not to heave up his lunch due to all the gore and blood. Jonathan stuck close the ambulance woman as they moved through the casino and he tried not to make any noise or bring attention to them.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 49):

It was a short walk through the ground floor lobby to the VIP entrance off Flamingo. The Augustus tower was one of the buildings that, thankfully, did not require one pass through a casino to enter or exit.

"OK. You go first, I'll push. The doors should open automatically. We're parked just outside. It's an ambulance, can't miss it. We parked with the rear doors facing the VIP entrance, 'cause we knew we'd have someone on a stretcher for transport."

She flipped up the clear face shield and pulled down the mask, and smiled at Jonathan. Laney had a warm smile, and she tried to give Jonathan strength and boost his spirits.

"All right, Ace! You're doin' fine. Just out the doors, turn right, the rig will be parked right there. Easy-peasy."

Lany and Jonathan make it to the ambulance without any problems. As they exit the hotel sporadic gun fire can be heard from all points of the compass.

"Sure easy as."

A sense of relief washed over J.P as they neared the ambulance. He helped load the patient and then climbed into the passenger seat next to Laney:

"So where to ?"

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 52):

Relieved they weren't going to have to fight their way to the rig, Laney directed the gurney to the rear doors. Unlocking them, she disengaged the catch on the stretcher and pushed it in.

"Take out your earplugs, it's okay now. Come on, climb in the back." She checked on Marie again, while hooking up the IV and heart and blood oxygen monitors.

Laney handed Jonathan a white disposable plastic Tyvek suit. "Put this on. Keep an eye out." She slid into the driver's seat and switched on the MTS terminal. This was mainly how MedicWest communicated with their units in the field. If she was going to contact dispatch, this was going to be how it happened. At the very least, data would be logged in regarding medical centres that were still operational, instructions from the Las Vegas Fire Dept. (who oversaw the ambulance services) or even bulletins from the Metro Police, the state governor, National Guard or even FEMA.

"My first preference would be the ER at University Medical Center. 'Bout 4-5 miles north. Not many fever patients were bein' takin' there to avoid trauma medical personnel being swamped, but some were. If not there, maybe some army medical station."

Added: As the terminal was booting up, she pulled out, heading west on West Flamingo towards the I-15 Overpass. There was no on-ramp there, but the area was relatively clear and they could pause to make a plan without getting rushed.
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The MTS terminal gives out explicit instructions to avoid any medical facility. The update is roughly 10 minutes old from Las Vegas Fire Dept. There are no updates from the Metro Police, but updates from both FEMA and the National Guard indicate that Nellis Air Force Base is the designated fall back point, and that all military, police and EMS units should begin to head there.

---

Pulling onto Flamingo Ave the National Guard vehicle are still shooting at crazed people to the east, but some vehicles appeared to be 'buttoned up' (that is all doors/hatches closed) and were heading west on Flamingo. The drivers of these vehicles are not driving in a panicked state unlike several civilian vehicles also headed toward I-15.

Several crazed people rush the military vehicles and civilian cars and are simply ran over by their drivers wanting to get away from the strip.

OOC: Lany, I need a Roadwise skill roll or a perception roll from you.
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In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 54):

She easily avoided the people, who were endangering themselves.

"Ok, we're gonna head north on the freeway. We're gonna stop at my work."

19:17, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 15 using 1d100 with rolls of 15.
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J.P caught a glimpse of the screen and the warning about medical facilities. It made sense if people were coming back to life that a hospital was probably not the safest place to be.

He held on for dear life as the ambulance joined the other vehicles in what seemed like a mad dash to safety. As people began running into the road J.P got lower in his seat and brought his legs up towards his chest waiting for what he thought would be an inevitable impact.
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While trying to avoid the crazed people running towards the ambulance several smash their fists into the side as it drives by. Each impact sounds as if a baseball bat (or some other hard object) and not fists was striking the vehicle.

As they get near the freeway on ramp, Lany can tell that's it's a large traffic jam where several fender benders have already occurred. But what's more horrifying is that the crazed people are banging on the cars, breaking windows, and them climbing in to attack people. Several soldiers can be seen trying to fight back with their rifles, using them like bayonets and or clubs.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: -24 SDC to the ambulance

Your road wise roll saved you from getting trapped on the freeway on ramp.

Feel free to take an alternate, non freeway route to your place of work.]

J.P flinches at each impact from the undead on the side of the ambulance from his low position in his seat. As they near the freeway on ramp J.P asks:

"Should we just continue along this road if we can and try a different approach. I would not slow down."

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 57):

Laney tried to keep her cool, not let the sheer insanity of the situation not unnerve her.

"We're doin' fine, Ace. Uh... Freeway is a bad idea. Yeah, we're gonna keep goin' straight. Take surface roads north. Yard's on this side of the I-15, anyways."

The Medic West yard was west of the Interstate. Better to be on that side of the Interstate.

"Do me a favour, Ace. Get in back, tell me if anyone's comin' up. Got an idea."

She checked the overpass to see if it was clear or blocked.

[Private to GM: Her plan is to pause in the middle of the overpass, turn on lights and siren. See if she can decoy some of the crazies away from the soldiers on the overpass.]

"O.k give me a second."

J.P began to climb through to the back of the ambulance.

"What is the plan once we get to the Medic Yard ? If we see a camping store or the like on the way we should try and stop."

He thought for a minute as he stood up in the back:

"Or if we see a gun store or one of the pawn shops... yep that might help."

He took a look at the patient as he grabbed onto a hand hold to stay upright and looked out the rear doors.

"All right I am here."

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 60):

Scanning the overpass ahead, she answered,

"I got camping gear, a rifle and shotgun in my Bronco. Belonged to my husband.

"Now, there's gonna be a drawer to the, ah, right of the rear doors. Down by the floor. Inside gonna be some white Tyvek suits like I got on. Find your size, put it on. While you're doin' that, keep an eye out the rear."

She slowed down to about 10 MPH. Placing her Glock on the dashboard, she switched on the ambulance's lights and sires. Continuing to slowly cruise west, she hoped to draw off or decoy away some of the crazies down below along with her, away from the folks (and soldiers) trapped on the on and off ramps to the east (the northbound lanes).

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 61):

"Right.. sure here we are."

He puts on the suit and dismisses the feeling of looking stupid. As Laney slows and the siren starts to sound J.P gives a visible shudder as he looks out the rear windows.

The ambulances sirens do get the desired effect of drawing some of the crazy people towards it. From their respective vantage points both Lany and Jonathan only see about a dozen people fall from the overpass. The people hit the ground and either get up and begin moving towards the ambulance, or try to get up and end up crawling towards the ambulance.

A much larger crowd of crazed people begins to come from all points of the compass and approach the ambulance as well. Most of these people are staggering or crawling. Five of the crazed people run, rushing at the ambulance. They slam up against the side of the vehicle and begin banging on it.

The crowd begins to surround the vehicle offer the diver either the choice to stop or begin running people over.
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J.P crouches down and looks out the rear windows to get a better view at the over pass.

Are they... just jumping off. Looks like we only got a couple."

Suddenly a face hits the rear window with tremendous force causing J.P to trip in his haste to move away. He hears the other hits as he gets himself off the floor.

Again looking outside he sees the numbers of people now approaching the vehicle.

"Looks like we are about to have a lot of visitors, might be the time to put the foot to the floor."

He grabs onto something to keep himself up.
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In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 64):

Pulling the wheel hard left, Laney replied coolly, "Hang on, Ace, we're out of here."

A bunch of the crazies had come out of the small patch of landscaping to the south of Flamingo, surprising her. Still, that direction was the quickest way out of there, as W Flamingo was blocked to the west and there was fighting to the east on the Strip.

Not bothering to avoid the crazies now, she instead tried to avoid blowing out a tire as they hopped the south kerb. No to mention wrapping them around a tree as they charged down the slope, to blow through the hedge at the bottom to get to Sinatra Dr.
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Lany manages to not crash into a tree, or roll the ambulance over as she goes 'off road' to reach Sinatra Dr. Once there though she finds that there are a fair amount of cars driving down the roadway. Since she is going against the flow of traffic several cars int he right hand lane swerve to go around her honking their horns.

Miraculously there are no automobile accidents, but in order to stay safe, Lany is forced to drive along the sidewalk. The other drivers speed by trying to get to wherever they are trying to go to get safe. None seem the least bit inclined to stop or slow for the ambulance going against the flow of traffic.

Vehicles originally headed for W. Flamingo, are pulling off and driving into Sinatra Dr into the south bound lanes. Several accidents have already occurred, and the lanes are quickly becoming packed with cars.

OOC: Good idea with the map link! Your speed is greatly reduced, and if you really want to try and go northbound to try and turn around will require a control roll at -20% (-10% with combat driving). Or you can drive down to entrance to  the Bellagio. Of course the northbound traffic is getting crazy.

Jonathan hung on for dear life and was swung around several times before they made it back onto the road. Once they were back on the flat and relatively stable highway he continued to scan the signs they drove past. He moved forward to the front of the ambulance but not into the passenger seat in case Lany needed something from the back.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 67):

"Get in the passenger seat, buckle up."

Keeping the lights and siren on, she continued slowly down the sidewalk of the northbound lane.

When Jonathan was strapped in, she would try and cross over to the southbound lanes of Sinatra, probably at the entrance to the Bellagio where the median had a break.

http://goo.gl/maps/BtlHV

If there was no was of crossing over without causing an accident, hey, sidewalk's good enough!
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J.P climbed over into the passenger seat and put on the safety belt. He tried to watch for any more of the crazy people and to let Laney know before they got close.

J.P head was on swivel as he tried to spot the mad people rushing the ambulance as well as the signs for shops or businesses that may help their situation. He watched the right side of the road as he asked Laney:

"So... what is the plan once we make it to your ambulance lot ? Or even after if our luck holds out ?"

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 70):

Focussing on driving and not getting into an accident with these maniacs, Laney paused before answering.

"Damn. This may surprise you, but folks are usually like this. Just more around rush hour.

"If we can, we can pick up my husband's hunting rifle and shotgun at the lot. Along with camping gear out of my truck. Then we can try and use surface streets to make our way through North Vegas to get to I-15 somewhere around the race track. The north side of town is a little scary if you don't know your way around, but those are my people. If anything, folks there will help you out a lot more than the "better" parts of town."

The radio squawked for a moment, spitting out fragments of a transmission, probably from a Metro PD unit. "...code Fower Zero Two, structure fire, Yung's Market, I spell Yankee Uniform November Golf. Address as follows: Tree Tree Niner Niner Howard Hughes Parkway. The windows are all busted out and it's going up pretty good. Can you, uh, get a local fire company roll out, meet us at, ah, Howard Hughes and..." before drowned out by a burst of static as another transmitter "stepped on" it.

He nodded in agreement to Laneys ideas. He had already asked her what they were going to do after they had made it to the ambulance deport. This time though she was more forth coming as to where they were going after they pick up her gear.

He did not know anything about the various districts of Las Vegas so he just nodded at the reference to North Vegas. He was sceptical as to how much help they would find anywhere.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 72):

"That assumes we can get off the sidewalk and onto this road. As well, we are headed in the wrong direction from the safe area, and are on the wrong side of the Interstate from the yard. But other than that, we're in great shape! At some point we'll get turned around and cross over."

Assessing the flow of traffic, Laney realizes that pulling into the north bound traffic to get over to the currently mostly empty south bound lanes is a risky endevor, but not impossible.

OOC: Laney if you want to get across the road I'll need 2 dodge rolls (I'll be making 'strike' rolls for the incoming cars), and then 2 control rolls. The control rolls are meant to asses how bad of crash you end up in if you fail to avoid an incoming car.

Jonathan can do little then hold on for his grim life. He has a hand on the front console hand hold and his other on the passenger door above the window. He tries to yell if he see a likely crash otherwise he keeps quiet.

OOC: Laney you get a +1 to dodge due to Jonathan keeping an eye out.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 75):

Looking for a hole to drive the ambulance through, Laney nodded her thanks at Jonathan's help.

"Hold on. People in America don't stop for ambulances at the best of times, and they know from horror movies this is the time to freak out and panic. Wasn't like this at all during Katrina, thank God. For one thing, all the more respectable people left town. Cut down on the craziness, for sure. We may not be so lucky today."

Finding a hole, she gunned it.

[Private to GM:
OOC: Any benefit to her "Special Aptitude: Quick Reaction Time. +2 to Initiative."

00:22, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 16 using 1d100 with rolls of 16. Driving Roll.
21:38, Yesterday: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 56 using 1d100 with rolls of 56. Driving Roll. Collision effect. Drive Skill 95%.
21:23, Yesterday: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 5 using 1d20 with rolls of 5. Control Roll #2. Probable collision. (adjusted to 10 due to +5 to Vehicle Dodge)
21:22, Yesterday: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 10 using 1d20 with rolls of 10. Control roll #1. (adjusted to 15 due to +5 to Vehicle Dodge)
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Laney pulls into the on coming traffic with sirens blaring. She manages to avoid a sedan type car but finds herself directly in front of a pickup truck. Laney swerves to the left in an attempt to get into the empty and safe lanes of traffic. Unfortunately the driver of the pickup truck does the same thing and the two vehicles hit each other head on.

19:09, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 12 using 1d20 with rolls of 12. car strike #1.
No collision

19:10, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 20 using 1d20 with rolls of 20. car strike #2.
Nat 20 = bad news head on collision!

19:13, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 3 using 1d3 with rolls of 3. Size of vehicle 1=bike, 2= small car 3= truck.
Pick up Truck or van

19:12, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 32 using 4d10+10 with rolls of 6,10,3,3. Other vehicle spd at impact in MPH.
32 MPH

19:12, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 20 using 3d10+10 with rolls of 2,5,3. Laney spd at impact in MPH.
20 MPH

Total MPH: 52 (1d6 SDC per 10 MPH due to Nat 20)

19:23, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 16 using 5d6 with rolls of 4,3,4,2,3. dmg to Jonathan.
16 SDC

19:23, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 20 using 5d6 with rolls of 6,2,6,5,1. dmg to Laney.
20 SDC

OOC: If either of you lost all your SDC in the impact roll a 1d100. Get a 25 or lower and you suffer a broken arm or leg.

J.P continued to hold on to the hand holds even when he saw the collision with the pick up was inevitable. He felt himself lifted forward on his chair only to be restrained by his seat belt and thrown back into his seat. His body rattled or felt like it had as he slowly regained his senses.

He looked across "Are you all right, nothing broken. I am fine though it will sting in the morning."

J.P looked out through the window trying to see the other people in the pick up truck.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 79):

There was a screech of tires and a jolt. Laney was slammed back by the deploying airbag. The airbag quickly deflated, leaving her stunned but not seriously injured.

"Uhhh... shit. Good to hear, I'm aight, too. You might want to get down, Ace. No way they didn't see us, they tried to ram us instead of stopping. No telling what they might think is rational, maybe try and jack this rig."

She tried to get the ambulance moving again, over into the south lane.

Jonathan and Laney feel several more jolts as another vehicle slammed into the pickup truck, and then that vehicle was rear ended. The accordion effect ultimately causes a four vehicle pile up behind the pickup truck. One such vehicle swung it's rear end into the next lane over and four more vehicles piled up behind that one.

With the lane effectively blocked drivers began to resort to driving in the opposite lane of traffic, which by this time had vehicle from the freeway coming from the opposite direction. Several more head on collisions are caused and the road way becomes a jumbled mess of cars, and crushed people.

Thus in the span of a minute Lany's accident has caused several more to occur and subsequently a major gridlock.

OOC: The ambulance isn't going anywhere.

Jonathan turned back to Laney a look of terror on his face as the engine tried to turn over unsuccessfully.

"That doesn't sound good, should we bail ? How far is the parking lot ?

He has his hand on his pack handle near his feet.

Surveying the carnage, Laney sighed in frustration at the senselessness. "From MedicWest? About eight, ten miles. Look, Ace, you've done more than enough to help me out. I'm gonna try and make it out of here on foot, with Maria. You might be better on your own. We really got no good place to go. The casinos are to the east, Interstate is to the west, crazies that attacked us are north, people in cars goin' berserk actin' like the crazies are literally driving after them or in their back seats. No telling what's gonna happen next."

She climed into the back, checked on Maria, then got ready to move by putting her paramedic bag with extra oxygen cylinders and saline bags on the powered gurney with her.

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 83):

J.P looked through the windscreen towards the pile of managed vehicles in front of them;

Are you sure you don't need help ? I don't have anywhere else to go and you have a gun at least ?"

He was quite sure that he probably would not be better on his own. If the ambulance officer did not need his help he was at a loss as to where to go.

Laney climbs into the back of the ambulance and checks on her partner. Medical supplies are strewn all over the place, and with the gurney secured in place, Maria is still alive. But she seems to be in a bad condition.

Since Laney saw her last Maria's skin had her natural olive complexion. But now her skin has taken on an ashen look....

---

Meanwhile up fron in the cab of the ambulance, Jonathan can see people outside yelling and screaming. Some of these threats are directed towards the ambulance....

19:59, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 17 using 5d6 with rolls of 4,2,1,4,6. dmg to Maria.
17 SDC dmg (she wasn't that well off to begin with....since she has been in a coma)

19:59, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 26 using 1d100 with rolls of 26. Maria expired? 25%.
Hey Still alive!

She shut off the siren and lights. It seemed Maria was hanging in there as she checked her over.

Looking up, she smiled at Jonathan. "Oh, never said I wouldn't need your help, Jonathan. Just that it's not gonna get any easier if you hang with me. Take those fools outside. They crashed their cars trying to accomplish, what, I don't know. Now they want to stand there and yell like jackasses. Again, accomplishing what? Welcome to America.

"You want to stick together, I appreciate the company and I, we, can use your help. Put on this vest, maybe they think you in charge around here? Let's keep goin' south. Maybe we can cross over, maybe find some National Guard or Metro PD, who knows?"

She picked up a red reflective vest with silver tape and "PARAMEDIC" across the back and left it where he could grab it if he chose. With that, she opened up the rear doors and climbed out, then began pulling the power gurney out. Once it was down she could activate the hydraulics and stand it up.

Laney turned to those gathered around. "Listen, everyone. We don't have time to do anything other than get out of here. There are crazy folks trying to kill people ahead of us, so there's no point in going that way. There are more in those casinos, they are gonna be here in a few minutes. Get what you can, bring the wounded and I'll treat them when I get a chance. But if you want to live, follow me. We're goin' south."

OOC: Ha ha, no dice on either Trust/Intimidate or Public Speaking. So close!

20:44, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 74 using 1d100 with rolls of 74. Public Speaking 55%.
20:44, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 63 using 1d100 with rolls of 63. Trust/Intimidate 60%.

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As Laney spoke Jonathan climbed over the centre console and stood up in the back. He put the reflective vest and put his own bag on his back.

"Somehow I don't think it will be easy either way and hopefully I can be of some help even if it is an extra set of eyes."

He stood back and let Laney work the gurney while trying to keep an eye on their surrounds and directly behind the ambulance through the double doors. Once out the door he tried not to get in the way as he looked along the row of shops to their left next to the highway.

"There looks to be another casino and strip mall to our left."
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Laney's speach is largly ignored. Instead people begin to shout and yell. Some at Laney and others just general questions.

"Who put you in charge?!"

"What crazy people? You the crazy one driving into traffic!"

"It don't matter which way we go! Shit's fucked up everywhere!"

"Fuck you woman!!!"

J.P does not engage with the other people instead he slips out the back and around the left side of the ambulance. He tries to see if the people in the vehicle they hit are O.K.

"Jonathan, we gotta go. First rule is see to your own safety. Take the front of the power gurney if we gotta climb over a vehicle."

Laney busied herself with moving Maria. The advantage of the power gurney was it was self-mobile (to a degree) and could be easily collapsed or raised at the touch of a button.

"Well, chief, in Vegas we got this here law where you gotta stop for emergency vehicles that got their lights and siren on."

"But it's not me shootin' everyone back there. That's the army fighting the people who were infected, then went crazy. Everyone, bring who you can, I'll deal with them when we get some place safe, because it's not safe here. And if someone attacks you, they don't feel pain so aim for the head, shoot 'em or bash 'em."

She kept an eye out for anyone getting too close.

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 90):

Jonathan back tracked at Laneys instruction and stood holding the door open. Once the gurney was down on the ground he says;

"Look over there looks to be another entrance to a casino... Bellagio. Should we try it. Those trees on the left look pretty thick and I don't see any way through."

He could hear the noise of the highway on the other side of the bushes that ran the length of the road they were on. Looking up he could still see the towers of Caesars Palace, it was somewhat concerning that they had only made it a couple of kilometres from where they began.

Laney looked back in concern. They were maybe a half-klick from Caesar's Palace, if that.

"I know, you suggested that already. What makes you think that casino's gonna be different than the one we left?"

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 92):

"Well It probably won't be, but unless you want to go through the vegetation and across the highway its a pretty long walk up the pavement to somewhere else. These monster buildings take up a lot of space."

"Where do they do their valet parking, maybe we could find another vehicle ?"

He pointed to the service or mass tour bus entrance of the casino.

"Valet parking is behind us. No way anyone's getting out of there."

She raised her voice so that others could hear her. Laney used her "authority" voice, the one calculated to penetrate the red haze of a mean drunk or other uncooperative patient or bystander.

"Attention, everyone! The official instructions are for people to evacuate to Nellis Air Force Base. Follow I-15 north past the race track. There is a safe zone being set up there with food, shelter and medical care. North of us there's fighting between the army and the crazies so it's not safe, we need to go the other way, head south and circle around."



OOC: OK, better. This time she passed!

14:01, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 38 using 1d100 with rolls of 38. Trust/Intimidate.

J.P turned to look at the mess of cars and trucks and could see the car park at the back of the casino was blocked in both directions. It looked as if Laney was not happy to go through the lobby of the hotel on get to the next road so he stayed silent.

While she tried to calm the crowd he jogged to the trees and bushes that lined the road and looked through to see how much traffic was on the highway.

Laney's 'authority voice' gets the attention of about six family/friend groups totaling about 16 people.  The small crowd of people gather around Laney.

Jonathan scouts of the highway, and sees that traffic in the closest lanes are moving slowly due to several groups of crashed cars. Traffic on the far side is almost stopped to a stand still.

J.P is about to turn and walk back to Laney when he spots something on the other side of the road. He rummages around in his cargo short and produces a small pair of binoculars. Raising them to his eyes he crouches down and makes out a sign on a building across the highway.

"Citadel...Citadel Safe and Gun."

J.P puts the binoculars back in his pocket and stays in the crouched position for a few seconds before returning to Laney via the pick-up truck they hit. He checks the front seats to make sure the occupants are not hurt and have got out O.K.

Once back at Laneys side he says;

"Highway could be passable if we need to. Traffic has slowed right down in one lane and stopped in another."

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 97):

Looking around, she replied, "OK. Let's keep going south down Sinatra. People weren't stopping for an ambulance with siren and lights goin'. They ain't gonna stop for pedestrians. When they do stop it's gonna be bumper to bumper, so we'll have to carry the stretcher. Let's keep that gun store in mind but, you know, table it.

"Is that parkade clear? Any other vehicle we could use closer by on this side of the Interstate?"

Addressing the small crowd she said, "come on, those that can walk, help those that can't. There's another stretcher in the back of the ambulance. We gotta move. Anyone know first aid?" She started directing people, getting them organised to move and help each other out.

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 98):

J.P takes a street map he got from Caesars Palace reception when he checked in and marks the location of the gun store using his knee as a table.

"Sure thing. I think it will only be a matter of time before the highway is blocked so at some point we should be able to cross safely. I can't see the entrance to the parking garage looks like we will end up going past it anyway as well as a couple of goods entrances for the casinos before we get to a cross road."

He helps with the stretcher if he is able and then moves off with the others.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 99):

She nodded, they needed to keep moving and Laney didn't think being anywhere near the Strip was a good idea.

The adrenaline of the accident was wearing off. Laney made a point of checking on the driver of the truck. She assumed he chose to ram, but it could be that the loss of control could have been due to the driver crashing out at an inopportune time because of the flu. If that was the case, that person was an immediate hazard.

As Laney discussed options those who were interested in not sticking around began to leave on foot, or if their vehicle wasn't too banged up began to drive north.

Walking to the front of the two vehicle Lany saw no sign of the other driver. Whoever it was had apparently already walked off.

---

The hasty organized group of 18 people and one stretcher began to move south on Frank Sinatra drive along the sidewalk.

MAP: https://maps.google.ca/maps/ms...02384&dg=feature

I don't know how to add all that cool stuff like little trucks, and plus signs.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 101):

Laney tried to organise some kind of transport for the seriously injured. As they were at the centre of the traffic snarl and the drivable vehicles were at the periphery, this was difficult to say the least.

J.P gave the front of the pick up a glance looking for anything that may help their current situation before following Laney. He tried to help out as she looked for a vehicle they could use.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 104):

It was a little odd the driver was gone. She checked to see if anything useful was left behind, like a weapon (this was, after all, Nevada). Forehead star on the windscreen?

Grabbing anything easily obtainable, she gets people moving.

"Ok, everyone. The infected, they are going comatose, then regaining consciousness but are irrational and homicidal. It seems like only trauma to the head affects 'em. Look for folks with a kind of blank look, look like they just got out of bed, maybe in pyjamas, naked, partially naked. I seen it myself, and it's been reported on the radio.

"The most sick people around here are in those hotels and casinos to our left. Everyone on the west (right) side of the street. Children, injured and elderly keep to the right, adults on the left to keep in between 'em and the hotels. Stay together, keep your eyes open, keep quiet unless you see something suspicious. Jonathan, you gotta take the stretcher so I can deal with any, ah, threats. Whatever happens, keep going. Push this bar here, 'lectric motor will help you out."

She showeed him the controls for the powered bead. It was a real advance in technology. There were hydraulics to assist in raising and lowering the gurney, and a small electric motor. Advanced composites and plastics meant it was even a little lighter than older non-powered ambulance stretchers of days gone by.

Laney finds nothing of use inside the truck other then a pack of Camel cigarettes.

---

Organizing her 'people' Laney tries to get everyone to the west side of the street. With a row of hedges separating the group from the highway  and few cars heading south the way is clear, but slow due to children and elderly.

Soon though Laney's group grows into a small mob of 50 or so people, and it becomes hard to direct as they begin to go underneath West Harmon Avenue.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 106):

Laney tried to flag down a vehicle heading south.

"If we don't get Maria to where we can get more serious medical attention, she's going to be in a lot of trouble. The bleeding has stopped and she's stable, but we need to pay attention to the "Golden Hour". Maybe you should have a go trying to get someone to stop?"

She grabbed a couple men to help with the stretcher. She also sent someone ahead to make sure no crazies were waiting under the underpass. There was a security fence under the abutment to prevent the homeless using it for shelter or a campsite.

"Shit, on this side of the overpass is the Bellagio employee parking. On the other side is the Aria hotel. There's a security fence that prevents us from getting onto West Harmon. Vegas is a pretty lousy town for pedestrians."

She looked and wondered, were there any vehicles parked on the ground floor of the Bellagio? Was West Harmon clear or was it the scene of more fighting?

J.P looked as the other cars past them travelling South. He walks to the edge of the pavement and waves his arms and yells "HELP, HELP...." He even takes a step onto the road thinking this may help.

He looks back to Laney and then continues to wave his arms. J.P then has a thought what if he is able to flag down a car, it is likely that other from their group will also want a ride. If that was the case there was little he could do.



"There must be a way through at some point, I'll try the doors as we keep walking one of them must of been left open in someone's haste." He then saw the security booth just past the overpass.

"Laney there is a security booth and gate I think it will allow us to get onto the overpass and West Harmon."

He moves to the front of the group and makes his way to the booth checking for attackers. J.P then looks through the booth if it is unoccupied looking for a way to open the gate.

None of the cars stop for Jonathan, and he is almost hit by a driver unwilling to swerve away from him.

Of the cars in the northbound lane cars are stopped and due to not only the accident that Laney was in but in several others that have occurred. Some cars are empty with doors but none have keys in the ignition. Those with people still in their vehicles (as if expecting the traffic jam would let up) wave Jonathan away. One man even points a gun at him.  Several cars pull out and begin driving down the west side laine and into opposing traffic.

West Harmon, like the nearby freeway, was also a jam packed mess of cars.

---

Those sent by Laney to check ahead come back to report that there are no crazies under the underpass. She sees that there are vehicles in the Bellagio's ground floor parking, but with the roadways becoming a mass of mangled cars trying to commandeer one will be a wasted effort.

OOC: I don't see a 'security booth' on the map.
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Jonathan reports what he found in the security booth to Laney and then moves under the overpass at the head of the group. He can see a second security booth and gate that may give them access to the overpass.
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In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 109):

"Watch yourself there, Ace. Man, people watch too many disaster and apocalypse movies! That's why they're so crazy. I don't recall there being any road or foot access to West Harmon on this level. These casinos and hotels don't want pedestrians walking around the back of their property lookin' to jack shit from staff and guest parking.

"I don't think West Harmon's gonna do us much good neither. But I do recall there bein' some kind of ramp access from the Bellagio and Aria to West Harmon. Yeah, let's continue under the overpass."

Laney performed a visual check of the abandoned vehicles on Sinatra. Specifically looking for an older model vehicle that wasn't completely boxed in and could move. Laney checked her pack find her tool kit. She had a flathead, a Leatherman and a roll of 3M surgical tape. She'd never hotwired a car before but it was basic automotive mechanics. Didn't work for newer vehicles too well. She rummaged around in her bag some more and handed Jonathan a hand radio with handset.

"Take this. It was Maria's."
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In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 111):

J.P takes the radio off Laney;

"Thanks. Looks as we will be walking until we find a road going back onto the strip ?"

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 112):

"Who knows? The Strip is a battle zone. Interstate is a big traffic jam. Looks like we're caught in between."

She kept her eye out for an older-model car.

"Can you use a gun? Or a knife? For protection."

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 113):

"Yes I have hunted on my families estates with rifles and shotguns back home in England. No one has pistols though, ever since the police did not properly vet some nut job and he went mad in a school up in Scotland. I have a couple of steak knives in my pocket."

J.P helped with the search for transport as they hurried along the foot path behind the large casinos.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 114):

They were in a reasonably safer place. There was a security fence separating Sinatra from the hotel-casinos, and a chain-link fence between on the other side blocking them off from I-15.

"Good to hear. Let's hold up for a minute, I want to assess some of these people. With all the fences and lack of foot access, we may not be able to get up to Harmon or into the Casnos, but at least that means no one can get to us from those directions."

She posted someone to watch the north and someone to watch the south. Then she did a survey of the injured they were carrying along, just a visual check to see if anyone was really badly off.

OOC: Harmon's a madhouse, correct? The southbound lane of Sinatra is clear or blocked? Thanks!
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In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 116):

The visual check was strictly of the "triage" nature. Who was in really rough shape and could use immediate care? Who was going to be allright? Who was not going to make it? She spent less than a minute in checking them out.

"If any crazy comes... look for someone heavily injured, moving slow, pass the word. But keep it quiet. Then, everybody ducks down so we're out of sight behind the cars, and always keep moving."

She also made sure the group (as a whole) was travelling on the western side of Sinatra, with the hedge-screened chainlink fence on their right and the line of stalled traffic in the southbound lanes of Sinatra Dr. to their left.

OOC: Like, actual fighting on Harmon? Or just blocked to vehicular traffic? I mean, as far as we can tell from looking up!

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 117):

J.P nodded at Laney;

"Sure thing."

He helped to shepard the group as much as possible and at the same time keep an eye out for any threats as they moved along the road. J.P kept and eye out for another vehicle as well, but from the look of things no car was going to be going anywhere along the road they were currently moving down.

Laney doesn't see any large crowds, up on W. Harmon, nor does she hear any gunshots or screaming.

Laney's crowd makes to the other side of the underpass without incident but directly ahead at the T-intersection of Frank Sinatra and Rue De Monte Carlo is a large crowds of people.  The crowd just doesn't look right.....

OOC: You guys are just on the other side of the overpass.

I will need perception and (suitable) skill rolls for you guys to determine how threatening (if any and what it is composed of Zombies, Looters etc) the crowd is.

Jonathan tries to keep up a steady pace as they continue down the road, keeping an eye out for danger as they move. He stops when he sees the large group at the intersection and moves back through the crowd to Laney;

"These is a large group ahead at the intersection, I don't know there maybe something out of the ordinary. Here take a look."

He passes over his binoculars.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 9 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 7. Perception.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 120):

Finished with changing Maria's bandages, Laney took the binoculars and had a look.

"If they're crazies, we're probably screwed. If they're looters, we're probably in luck. I can talk to them, and if they got a truck then they'll probably give us a lift, just like they did during hurricane Katrina."

00:25, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 12 using 1d20 with rolls of 12. Perception.

As they take a look at the crowd down the street the binoculars allow Jonathan and Laney to easily identify the crowd as 'crazies'.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 122):

"Damn. Don't look good at all.

"Everyone, get down and keep quiet, pass the word.

"If we can get behind the fence under the underpass, that should help. Then, we can scout out W. Harmon. Otherwise, we can't go south, north... west is the Interstate, east are the hotel-casinos and the Strip."

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 123):

J.P ducked down as soon as Laney confirmed his initial Id of the group.

"I'll try the gate over there. Looks to let us into the back lot of the casino."

He crosses the road and makes his way to the second security booth looking for a gate release.


OOC: This is the one just past the overpass we have walked under. Looks to let into the back lot of the Aria Casino.


https://maps.google.ca/maps/ms...pn=0.001774,0.002642

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 124):

Peeking her head over the fence and hedge, Laney checked the Interstate.

She was wondering if the traffic was still moving in both the northbound and southbound lanes, and if the median was clear.

"We could even try to cross the Interstate to the west side."

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 125):

"Its certainly and option, I'll check this gate and if its to much trouble then we can try something else. To be honest if these mentals have made it this far along the strip cutting through the casino back lot to the strip may just put us behind them."

J.P heads off to the gate trying to stay concealed.

As the crowd of crazies approach only a few people leave to make it on their own, the rest listen to Laney and get down.

Jonathan find that the security booth gate is locked with a padlock. Laney, looking over at the freeway sees that while it is a grid lock of stalled cars (including the median) there are people moving about on foot and it appears that no fighting occurring.

J.P turned and trotted back towards Laney a look of disappointment on his face. He kept low and used the cars for cover;

"No go on the gate, big lock and chain."

He popped his head up over the hood of a car and dropped back down;

"Shit...shit they are coming this way." He looked around spinning his head from side to side looking for an escape route.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 127):

Jonathan's radio message was bad news. They were running out of options.

"10-4. Come on back. We're gonna go West, across the Las Vegas Freeway."

They were about 400-500m away from the crazies so it would take some time for them to get here, she hoped. If traffic was stopped on the Interstate then crossing would seem to be the best bet. The chain-link fence and hedge separating Sinatra from the Las Vegas Freeway was low enough to easily cross but might hold up the crazies a bit.

"Everyone, pass the word: we gotta get across the Freeway. Meet up at the base of the overpass on the other side. Help each other out but keep movin'. If you get separated, remember, get to Nellis Air Force Base. Good luck."

She pointed across the freeway to the base of the overpass on the far side to make it clear where they were trying to go.

If possible, Laney dragoons a couple of strong-looking people to help wrangle the gurney over the fence and across the freeway.
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Up ahead the crazies begin dragging people out of cars and attacking them. This allows Laney and those she has gathered have plenty of time to get to the freeway. A pair of bolt cutters (sombody either had them or pulled them off a nearby vehicle) are used to cut a hole in the fence thus allowing the gurney and those who would have trouble climbing the fence an easy path to the freeway.

J.P had jumped over the fence and went down to the free-way to have a look before the others had a chance to stumble onto something bad. He clicked the button on the side of his radio and spoke; "Looks clear Laney, traffics pretty dense but I think I can see a way across."

He steps between the cars and tries to find a way through. As he moves past the cars J.P checks the seats for anything useful. He will not go more then four or five cars into the free way as he waits for the others to make it to the road edge.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 131):

Taking 2 zap-straps, she closed the fence up in a makeshift way to slow down the crazies.

Laney tried to make sure whoever had the bolt cutters stayed near. "Probably going to need 'em on the other side!

"Ace, you doing good. Maybe get up up on an empty car. That way you can direct us a bit with getting the stretcher across?"

Maria groaned for a moment, still feeling more than a little disoriented. Her eyes were still closed, but something was wrong. It felt like... Almost as if someone was trying to shake her awake. Sounds were wrong too, as if she was outside. She didn't yet feel strong enough to open her eyes yet, but it was clear that would only take a minute or so at most given the current circumstances.

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 133):

Aaaannnnd... then Maria started to wake up! Laney felt an unexpected thrill of excitement. Her partner had been so badly hurt in the attack at Caesar's Palace, then the accident in the ambulance on Sinatra Dr. The fact she was gaining consciousness was fantastic and certainly a good sign, something Laney hadn't really expected, but it could complicate this operation.

They were on the side of the Interstate, with a crowd of other refugees, trying to get to the other side across lines of stalled traffic. The crazies were hot on their heels, maybe a few minutes behind them, at most. Not the best time to be dealing with this, but that's the way it goes, sometimes.

Maria was strapped to the power gurney for transport, arms and legs immobilised, and with a spinal collar around her neck. Maria's throat was heavily bandaged, IV drips were in her arm, blood-oxygen monitor taped her hand and EKG/defibrillator shock pads taped to her chest. There was an oropharyngeal airway tube stuck down her throat attached to the oxygen tank, and this would choke her as she woke up.

Quickly, Laney removed the "oral airway" tube from Maria's throat to allow her to breathe naturally. Shading her face she quickly checked Maria's pupils with her penlight. "Maria, it's me, Laney, can you hear me honey? Do you know what day it is? What's the last thing your remember?"

These questions were general yet specific enough to allow her to assess level of consciousness. Unfortunately, there wouldn't be time to do much more before they needed to move again.

Maria had to cough a couple of times, and would have fought had she not been strapped to a gurney. Her movements were still erratic as could be expected from someone just regaining consciousness, but she calmed down slightly once her mind realized that whatever was being done to her throat was actually making it easier to breathe.

- "Nnih... Uhh... I... don't know..."

She tried opening her eyes, but after a brief flutter pressed them shut again, the brightness of the light being a little painful. She couldn't recall the voice, but it sounded familiar, and she figured the voice had to belong to the person that had made it easier for her to breathe, so that at least was something to go by. Laney. She had to remember that.

- "S'all.. blurry. What the Hell happened?"

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 135):

Lack of pupil dilation indicated some level of concussion.

Alert but still disoriented. Not great but pretty good considering Maria had just had someone try and tear her throat out and then been in a motor vehicle accident in the rear of the ambulance. That put her high up on the Glasgow scale but not at the top. Next, determine if she responded to verbal commands.

"Wiggle your feet, honey." This would also determine if she was paralysed due to spinal trauma.

From his vantage point J.P could see Laney working on her patient and he thought the worst had happened until he saw movement from the gurney. He stayed on the roof of the car until the others started to move across the highway and he was able to direct them through the stopped traffic.

As Laney checked out Maria she found several odd things about her partner....her skin has taken a lighter ashen tone then t was before, and the her skin was cold to the touch.

With traffic at a standstill, Jonathan easily climbs up onto the roof of an abandoned car to get a better view of the situation. In both directions, north and south the freeways is a jammed packed with cars. Some are still occupied and honking their horns, while many others have been abandoned. Groups of people ranging in size from 2-3 individuals to up to 30 are making their way south. To the north there appears to be some sort of fighting going on....

J.P keyed his radio;

"Laney if we are going to cross it best be soon. There is fighting north and people are all moving away fair quickly."

He stayed on the roof of the car watching and then he takes out his binoculars for a better look north.
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Maria nodded, and tried to wriggle her feet. She could feel her toes, and somewhere in her foggy memories there was something that told her this was a good thing, though she did not know how or why. But the ability to move -- though a little lethargic - was there. She just needed to get her muscles to respond a little faster.

- "Mmih strapped into something?"

She tried to move her arms and legs again, but they were still strapped soundly in the gurney and she ended up moving little other than her hands and feet. She opened her eyes again, a little bit to start getting used to the light and trying to get her bearings.

- "...Why are we on the freeway? Was there an accident?"

Laney pinched one of Maria's fingertips and noted a lack of perfusion in how the blood was sluggish in returning. Heartbeat slow and erratic, skin cool and clammy, a confused mental state. Maria was clearly in shock, probably Stage III (irreversible).

Putting an oxygen mask on her, Laney finished her quick LOC exam and signalled they should get moving. She continued speaking as they began trying to negotiate the jammed Las Vegas Freeway.

"Good, good. You're doin' fine, honey. Your feet are moving. Yes, there's been a big accident, you've been immobilised for transport. Now be still, we gotta get outta here.

"What's your name? What's the date? Who am I?"

Maria's voice was quite rough, which made sense as her throat had suffered a massive trauma. On one hand it seemed difficult to understand how Maria was even living at all, but then, as a paramedic you get to witness miracles like this alongside tragedies on at least a weekly basis. Maybe God had some kind of plan here, who could say?

Putting this out of mind for the moment, she could she continued trying to move westward across the stalled northbound lanes, then the median, then the southbound lanes. As she went she told anyone she came across, "the army is evacuating to Nellis Air Force Base, north along I-15...Get there any way you can."
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- "I'm Maria Hernandez, and... and..."

She frowned for a moment, trying to recall pretty much anything specific from her mind and failing horribly. She knew her name, but anything beyond that was just trying to catch water with a sieve.

- "...Okay, as far as everything else goes i don't know my left from Wyoming."

She looked around again, noticing that she was indeed on the freeway, and the cars... something looked off about them. They were too.. empty, for lack of a better description, or perhaps that had been the best way to describe it after all. They could have been injured, but not with that little damage to the cars.  She tried picking at the gurney straps again when she heard Laney say something to someone they had come across.

- "Wait, the army is evacuating? What is this, World War Three?"

She chuckled for a moment, expecting Laney to tell her any moment now that she had been the target of an elaborate joke of some kind. True enough, it was rather hard to believe this was really happening despite what she was seeing.

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 142):

Hearing Maria's muffled voice, Laney looked down. "Yes. There's an emergency on, a big one. Could be a terrorist attack. Where are you hurting?"

She kept moving, the best she could.

Marie tried to shake her head, though it was made more difficult with the spinal collar around her neck.

- "I'm not, it's just... I can't remember a damn thing. Occasionally there's flashes of memories but i don't know how i know them... Does that make sense?"

She took a deep breath before opening her eyes fully and looking at Laney, her eyes having gotten used to the light again.

- "Hey... Laney? If i can move my fingers and toes and i'm not hurting anywhere, think you could strap me out and help me up? I'm a bit cold, and moving around might help get some circulation going, right?"

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 144):

She looked around. It was slow going around and over the stalled vehicles, even with help.

"Maybe, honey. Now, if we get stuck, yeah, you may have to walk it off. Just try to relax for now. Tell me what your job was, and what the treatment for hypovolemic shock would be. Tell me how your throat's doing."

Laney sounded a little worried. On one hand, it sounded like Maria was confused, presenting what seemed to be Stage III hypovolemic shock. A saline drip with an RBC (Red Blood Cell) pack was the required treatment, and that could be most effectively administered while she was on the power gurney.

The thing was, Maria wasn't presenting all the symptoms of shock. The clammy skin, cool body temperature, lack of perfusion and confusion were symptoms typical of hypovolemic shock brought out by massive hemorrhaging (blood loss). But her pulse was slow and someone who was shocky had a strong but weak pulse. Still, she couldn't worry about it now.

OOC: My deep apologies, it's my character's lack of understanding of Maria's condition that's keeping her from letting her up, even though this robs some of your autonomy as a player.
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OOC: No problem, IC trumps OOC. Don't hold back on my behalf :)

Maria thought for a moment. She didn't much like being strapped into something, even if the ones that did it did so with the best of intentions. Seeing as Laney asked her if she knew the treatment for hypovolemic shock she guessed her work had to be something to do with a hospital as she figured the term sounded Medical enough for most people -- her current self included -- to have no idea what it was.

- "I work in a... used to work in a Hospital. Hypovolemic, that's, uhh... Something about blood loss?"

She took a deep breath through the oxygen mask, trying to swallow though her throat felt parched, which wasn't surprising given the way the airway tube had specifically been keeping it open to allow herself to keep breathing. She didn't know about the tube though, given that Laney had removed it just as she had started to regain consciousness.

- "Throat's... parched, honestly. I'm guessing coffee's out of the question, but if i could get some water..?"

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 146):

Maria wasn't feeling the effects of her massive throat wound. Could be shock or the meds. Either was, Laney needed to pay more attention to where she was going as she almost tripped over an abandoned wheeled suitcase.

"Ooof! Almost went down, there. Sorry honey, didn't work in a hospital. Guessing isn't gonna work here."

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 139):

Watching what is occurring to the north, Jonathan sees the riot/fighting is quickly approaching.

---

After tripping on the suitcase, Laney sees that there are a lot of  cast away items littering the space between the cars. This of course would make maneuver the litter a bit of a chore for the two men who had volunteered to move it.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 148):

He lowered the binoculars and clicked the button on the borrowed radio;

"Laney we need to move across quickly there is a fight or riot moving down the highway quickly." He gets down from the current car he is standing on and moves across by two cars and climbs up on another car roof.
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In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 149):

"Ace, how far is the riot? How long till it gets here?"

Normally, taking Maria off the power litter would be a terrible idea. She could have suffered a skull or spinal injury in the attack back at Caesar's Palace Orin the traffic accident. A fracture could lead to paralysis or death if the patient is moved. But there was a principle as well about "life over limb" in that if your safety was at direct risk, like it was now, then you could maybe chance it. Never a good choice.

She started to rip open the Velcro restraints. As she did so Laney addressed the litter bearers and Maria, "OK, we got no choice. Maria, let's see if you can walk it. If she falls, grab her, fellahs, and put her in a fireman's carry but let's see if she can walk.

"Maria Dolores, see if you can walk, honey. I'll get you a little water."

Laney slung her paramedic's bag over her shoulder and held the IV bag with the other. Now her head was free Maria could see Laney better. She was wearing a baggy white plastic suit with red reflective PARAMEDIC vest, white plastic over-booties and purple gloves. She had a shoulder bag and backpack, head bare with sweat running down her face.

OOC: How far across are we? In southbound or northbound lanes? Median?
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In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 150):

Once he was on the new car roof he again clicks the button on the radio;
"I don't know but these people move fast so I would say minutes."
He guides the people who have started across the highway.

From his vantage point on top of one of the cars int he northbound lane, Jonathan's assessment of minutes isn't off the mark.

The two men assisting Laney help lift Maria up into a standing position. They let Maria make the attempt to stand on her own, but standby to catch her in the event she collapses.

[Private to Maria Delores Hernandez: You manage to stand up without any trouble at all.]

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 152):

"OK, Ace, we're getting Maria up on her feet now."

She removed the EKG pads and steadied her friend.


https://www.google.com/maps/ms...spn=0.003147,0.00327

OOC: How far across are we?
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About halfway through the northbound lanes.

Maria stood up with surprisingly little trouble, a slight numbness in her legs being the only problem she had managed to pick up from the straps that had tied her to the power gurney. Much as she had guessed, some circulatory problems a little movement would make quick work of.

- "So this... Air Force Base, which way is it?"

She bent her knees while keeping one arm on the gurney, doing some squats to get her muscles warmed up a little, odds were they would be walking for quite a while and she didn't want to pull a muscle, especially not this fast after getting off the gurney.
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In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 155):

"Here you go, easy does it."

Laney was grateful that Maria hadn't collapsed. She checked the dressing on the throat wound and there was little fresh bleeding apart from seepage. "Looking good, Maria Dolores.

"Nellis is to the north of the city, but something bad's coming from that direction.

"Hey, Ace? Let's continue to the median, than turn left and head south for a bit. Try to put some distance between us and the fighting, then continue crossing."

Laney was addressing a man that Maria didn't recognise. He was wearing the same flimsy plastic coverall "bunny suit" and vest Laney was, plus a backpack. He was standing on a car, keeping a lookout.

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 156):

"Sure thing. Hopefully the side streets may be a little clearer."

He gave the on coming fight a last look and leads the way as Laney suggested. Once they were across to the other side he stops and waits as he again checks north with his binoculars.

The mob northbound continues to get closer. The median has cars half in it which were attempting to pass stalled/stopped vehicles.

Southbound is a large interchange where I-15 and Hwy 593 connect. To the left and right Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra drives are packed with stalled vehicles.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 158):

"The median is a bust! Keep trying to go west, instead. That way!"

At least the mob was just as hampered by the stalled vehicles. Still, helping Maria along was a real chore one not helped by the dire circumstances.
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"All right I will have a look." J.P. made his way across to the footpath between the south bound lane of the freeway and Dean Martin Drive. In front of him was a restaurant called the Blind Pig and tall gates enclosing the base of three tall apartment buildings.

He click his radio to contact Laney "Looks like we can go down the road between the two apartment buildings or there is the off ramp on the other side. Both are heading West."

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 160):

"Keep going, we'll choose a route when we get across the Freeway!"

She tried to keep everyone moving.

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 161):

J.P waited for Laney and co to make their way to his position on the other side of the freeway. He was watching North and if need using his binoculars to keep an eye on the commotion up that way. He then swivelled and faced South trying to see any other threats. It was then he saw the large sign over Dean Martin drive. "Laney there is one of those machine gun experience places just a few meters south of my current position."
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In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 162):

Laney knew that gun range, it was quite difficult to miss.

She raised her voice so that the others could hear her. "Everyone! Aim for that big blue building! The one with the sign that says "Range" At the far corner!"

Maria didn't interfere with Laney and Jonathan as they talked, mostly because she figured she could learn more listening in to the conversation about what was going on, and she could always ask the parts she didn't understand later. For now, there was danger of some sort coming up, and now that she had the strength in her legs to run and a destination to run into, she started running for the Range.

The first couple of steps were somewhat hesitant, but as she managed to advance a couple of yards without falling on her face she increased the pace until she was running at a brisk jog. It wasn't a full run in terms of speed, but then again she wanted to make sure she didn't trip over her own legs and fall this short after waking up.

J.P made his way to the building using the other structures shadows on Dean Martin Drive to try and mask his movements. Once at the right hand corner he stopped and listened before popping his head around and looking at the car park in front and the entrance to the building itself.

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 164):

Laney was glad Maria seemed to be recovering, it was amazing what the human body and mind was capable of in the right circumstances. They were dodging around and over cars now and she didn't want there to be some kind of fracture from a wipeout.

"Lookin' good, Maria Delores. Watch out for the cars, now!"

OOC: Travelling west to get clear of the Freeway and then booting it south.

https://www.google.com/maps/ms...pn=0.001564,0.001635

Despite being full of stalled cars it becomes relatively easy to cross the freeway then cross Dean martin dr and reach 'The range 702'. The first odd thing seen is that the main entrances/exits are blocked by vehicles. The next odd thing seems normal considering the day's circumstances. A large crowds of people have gathered near the entrances obviously wanting to get in but it appears that the building has already been taken over and those inside are not allowing anybody in.

A man with a bullhorn addresses the crowds "GO AWAY! We don't have any weapons or ammo to give away. IF you try to get in WE WILL SHOOT YOU!!"


OOC:I looked up the list of guns you can shoot at The range 702. So this should give you an idea of what the people barricading themselves inside are armed with.

• Glock 19
• Px4
• 1911
• MP5
• UMP-40
• AK-47
• M-4
• SAW
• RPD
• Mossberg 500
• Sniper rifle (type not listed on website, but look like an M-40)

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 167):

Surprised at making it to the building in one piece, Laney figured she would try to reason with the people inside. "Ace, in case these folks decide they're gonna play post-holocaust "King of the Mountain", find us a route going west. But holing up here's just gonna be a slower way to die."

Raising her hands above her head, she addressed both the crowd and the people behind the barricades. Hopefully, her Paramedic uniform would lend a little credence to her words.

"Listen everyone! I'm with the Ambulance service and Fire Department! We're advising people to evacuate to Nellis Air Force Base north of the city.

"The crazies are almost here! If we leave now, we can get away while they're distracted by people holed up here, and make it to the evacuation area in the north of the city at Nellis Air Force Base.

"Hiding here isn't going to be the answer. Pretty soon, there's gonna be more crazies flocking here that a thousand guns and a million bullets won't make a difference. Staying here only ends one way. If we work together we can all get out of here alive. The folks with the guns can cover the rest of us while we find enough transportation to get out of here. Otherwise, everyone loses if folks try and rush the building.

"This shouldn't be us versus them. It should be all of us against the monsters. If we work together we will survive. If we fight our own, we all die. If the people inside won't help the people out here just leave them alone, they're already dead. I can't tell anyone else what to do but I want to live!"

Either way, they probably had one shot to get people working together. If not, they'd move on.

[Private to GM: 19:11, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 27 using 1d100 with rolls of 27. Trust/Intimidate Check. Success!]
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J.P watched from the corner of the building with growing apprehension. Once it was certain there was no immediate threat he made his way to the pavement in from of the range702 car park.

from this point he watched until the others caught up and then he gives a quick run-down of what he has seen. After Laney makes her speck he waits to see if there is any response from the crowd or those inside.


OOC: J.P will start down West Tompkins Ave as the route west.
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The people holding the shooting range ignore Laney but about a dozen people in the crowd outside listen to her.  A few others take the distraction created by Laney's speech to fire at the men holding the building. The man with the bullhorn collapses to the ground after being shot in the neck. Those controlling the building immediately fire back with fully automatic weapons. People within the crowd begin to run and scatter as some are gunned down.

Instantly dropping to the pavement J.P crawls as fast as possible into the stalled traffic on West Tompkins Ave. He puts a vehicle between himself and the pavement before using the cover to poke his head around the hood of the car once the shooting stops.

He tries to spot Laney and Maria in the chaos while keeping most of his body hidden. If he is able to see who the shooters in the crowd were J.P keeps an eye on them.
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"No! Wait! Stop! You don't have to..." but there was no stopping it. "Everyone RUN!"

Although this turn of events shouldn't have been a surprise, she was still shocked by the eruption of violence. Maybe she couldn't have stopped what seemed fated to happen, maybe it was foolish to even try.

Laney hustled the people around her towards safety, following Jonathan westwards down West Tompkins. "Keep movin', people... Fuck fuck fuckingfuck..."

Once out of the line of fire, she paused to take stock of the group and the over-all situation.

After going westwards about a block away from the shoot out Laney takes stock of the people with her. The group has grown to about 21 people, and while there are many new faces some of those she had seen before were gone.....

Once they had stopped J.P again took out his map of down town Las Vegas and marked the location of the range. As he marked the map he was talking under his breath.
"Shit did you see that, never seen anything like that... never."

"Looks like this street ends at the railway tracks if we can get across it may serve as a barrier." He was thinking of the tube lines in London that had fourteen foot fences their entire length topped with razor wire.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 174):

Laney felt numb from what she'd just witnessed. Maybe at some point she'd process it, or maybe it was just something she'd need to leave behind to survive.

"We could follow the tracks north, yeah. Roads ain't gonna get us nowhere, gonna be a traffic jam every couple blocks. Plus, less people to shoot at "looters". Like us."

She started moving everyone westwards, towards the rail line. Using her Camelbak she started doling out sips of water. The white Tyvek suit didn't seem like it was serving any practical purpose so she shucked it, rolling it up and putting it in her pack. Laney made sure her Glock was holstered in back, under her reflective vest.

"I think what we're seein'... it's what they call a "moral panic". Same kinda hysteria that moves folks to grab a woman and hang her for bein' a witch, or a crowd of respectable folks to have themselves a good ol' lynchin' because a boy with the wrong coloured skin looked at a white woman. They can see Satanists in every daycare, Jihadists bringing Sharia Law to Michigan.

"My daddy was a cop down in N'Awlins, he always told me that with most people, guns were the "devil's right hand". I can't say I seen much on the streets there or here to persuade me otherwise. I tell you another thing, some of the cops there were the worst folks during Katrina. Lootin', murderin'. Broke my daddy's heart. The local Metro PD and State troopers are a lot better than the NOPD, for sure, but let's keep a little on our guard."

Taking out one of his small bottles he took from his rooms fridge J.P downs the whole thing and places it back in his pocket. "Lets hope we can bypass any more incidents like that."

He continues to take the lead trying the doors on the vehicles they come across. He focuses on those they would be able to get to the end of the street and towards they rail lines. J.P did not worry about those stuck in traffic or currently occupied. He continues to scan the seats for usable items as well.

Once they are at the T junction he points out the landscape supply store. "We should have a look it might have usable tools."

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 176):

"Could be a couple 4-wheel drive crew-cabs, too. Yeah, let's get moving north, folks."

Hopefully in an industrial area like this there would be less risk of infected.

J.P moves off towards the large irrigation and garden supply store. He stopped in the vegetation that bordered the car park and the pavement next to the road. He crouched down and tried to see if anyone was standing in the car park between and vehicles. Finally he got right down and tried to see if he could see feet and ankles.

Getting back up to a knee he watched the door to see if it is open and whether anyone was standing inside. If it was clear he runs towards the door keeping low as he makes his way across the car park and lays himself against the wall as he takes a quick glance inside.

Maria paused her jog for a moment to catch her breath when Laney addressed the crowd, feeling as if she had just ran a marathon. They had reached their goal now, and she relaxed a little, with the guns stored there it would be safe.

She was still there when the shooting started, and it didn't take much effort to convince her legs to break into a full run for another couple of miles or so. If the bullets whistling through the air weren't enough the veritable stampede of people behind her would have done the trick. If she stumbled or fell back, she doubted they'd stop in the state of panic that they were in.

After a while the crowd naturally started to thin out as the people fled in every direction, some even trying to rush at the gates. She didn't know whether they succeeded, but going by the gunfire she doubted they had. As distance increased the panic lessened somewhat, and eventually she found herself following Laney and Jonathan again to wherever they were heading to now. What was it again...? Ah yes, some military base or another.

But first, it seemed they'd be going into a supply store. She walked up next to Laney.

- "Y'know, after all that back there i'm going to feel much safer with a hammer tucked behind my belt."

She sighed, looking at Jonathan advancing towards the supply store, trying not to think of the joke she had made. Fact was, she wasn't even sure if she had been joking herself.

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 179):

Laney smiled at her friend, trying to encourage her. The fact she was conscious and actually running around was a minor miracle of sorts!

"Hey, once all these clowns wavin' their guns around shoot each other down, the meek gonna inherit the Earth. Just you watch! Don't worry, we gonna get you back to your family."

After treating what injuries she could, she continued moving everyone forward, taking care to use what cover and concealment was available.

Jonathan looks inside the garden supply store......from his vantage point he sees no people, or crazies. The store does look like it has been looted though. Various items lie strewn on the floor having been pulled from the shelves.

Maria comes up behind Jonathan and sees the same thing.

---

Laney and the rest of her follows stop as Jonathan and Maria check out the garden supply store. Behind them the shooting from the gun store can still be heard.

Laney looks around for vehicles in the lot.

She also looked towards the Ryder lot, see if these were vehicles parked there.

Seeing no one in his initial look J.P opens the door and steps into the store. He walks the entire front of the store looking down each alle until fairly sure there are not threats or obvious dangers.

He makes his way to the front door and gives Laney a thumbs up before returning inside and making his way to the tools section. He stops to look for bladed weapons either a scrub cutter or machete as well as a fixed blade knife. He also keeps an eye out for the managers office and anything else that could be used for survival such as tarpaulins or large plastic water containers, batteries etc...

He will also check under the cashiers desk and around the till area in his search of the store.
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Jonathan searches the store while the other wait outside......

Within the store, Jonathan finds items lying on the ground as if ripped from the shelves as he goes from isle to isle looking for danger.He doesn't see anything inn particular that he is looking for, and when Jonathan looks down an isle near the back left corner he sees a pair of large double doors.

The doors immediate bust open as four crazies come staggering out. In unison the four let out an eerie moan that can be heard by those waiting outside.

OOC: Jonathan is the only one that can see the Zombies. Everyone else is outside.

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley: There is a lot of space between you and the crazies.]

[Private to Maria Delores Hernandez:
For some odd reason you know the moaning is coming from the rear left corner of the store.]

Maria's head whipped around when she heard the eerie moaning coming out of the store Jonathan had just gone into. She frowned for a moment before turning to Laney.

- "Hey, what was that? It came from the rear.. left... corner..."

As she spoke, her voice trailed off for a second as something occurred to her. Her ears had never been poor, but she could have pointed straight at the source of the moaning dizzy and blindfolded as certain as she was that it was coming from there.

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 185):

Laney looked around. She couldn't hear anything.

"What is it? I can't really hear anything outside. You think it's coming from inside? You think it's crazies?"

She drew her Glock but kept it pointed down. Using her other hand she transmitted, "Ace, talk to me, what's going on?"

As soon as the infected came through the door J.P started back towards the front door. He grabbed the transmitter when he heard Laneys voice; "There are four of them just came through the back door...I am making my way back to the front door."

J.P looked for something he could use as a weapon as he moved back to the door. Either a length of pipe or something similar.
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In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 186):

Maria hesitatingly shook her head.

- "No, i know they're there. I don't know how, but i do."

When she heard Jon's voice through the transmitter, she suddenly felt a little cold, rubbing her arms even though it had nothing to do with the temperature. To claim that she didn't feel uneasy would have been an outright lie.

As Jonathan whispers into the radio the four crazies hear (or possibly sense him?!) and begin to walk towards him. To make matters worse eight more come staggering from the double doors.

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley:
Please make a perception check to see if you can find a useful weapon.]

Realising his time was up J.P made his way to the doors and out of the building. He gave the isles a quick scan as he moved off.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 3 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 1. Perception.[Private to GM: So I assume that is some kind of Submachine gun.]
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In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 188):

"Ace, get out of there! But don't lead them outside, if you can."

Laney motioned to the people in the yard. "Maria, take everyone and move up the street. There's a Ryder lot up the block, see if you can get inside?"

OOC: Any driveable vehicles in the landscaping yard? Anything visible in the Ryder lot?

As he runs out of the building, Jonathan doesn't see anything he can use as a weapon against the crazies who are following him.

Laney surveys the vehicles in the parking lot of the hardware store. There are a few cars and small trucks present.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 192):

"Ace, can you close the doors and keep the crazies inside? I can try and hotwire some pickups. Get some guys to drag something heavy to block the door!"

Privately, she doubted she could do it. Hotwiring a vehicle wasn't rocket science, but she wasn't skilled at it and it would take some time. Plus, it was a waste of time with new vehicles, which would have anti-theft devices.

OOC: Are there any older vehicles? If the building fire codes are like they are here, the front and other doors to a business will swing outwards. This should allow them to be easily blocked by dragging something heavy in front of them (planters, trailers, propane tanks, etc.).

OOC: I see the doors at the front of the store to be auto opening. Please realize that I am going by an assumption here and frankly we don't have to make things exactly as they are in real life.

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 193):

"Nope they are fuckin coming and they are pissed and I found shit all for weapons. We need to either bugger off down the road as fast as possible or try to fight."

He was pissed and confused, they seemed unable to get a break. A couple they could deal with but twelve.

It looked like the doors were auto-opening. The mechanism usually had a switch to disable this (so they could be closed and locked for the night) but finding and activating the cut-off would take time, seconds they didn't have.

There was an old rusted F150 parked in the lot with some white plastic buckets of some kind in the back. But they needed a lot more transport if they were going to haul a couple dozen people! Still, needs must as the devil drives! Get this old heap of junk started, then see if there was more in the Ryder lot.

"All right everyone, keep low and head up the street to the Ryder lot. I'll be there in a minute or so. Go, go go!"

She tried the door, hoping it was unlocked, but drew her pocket knife (with glass-breaker end tip) in case it wasn't.

Maria had hesitated when Laney told her to lead the small group of people still with them to the Ryder's Lot, she still wasn't quite sure what was going on that got everyone spooked but the scene at the gun range was still playing in her head, and there was nothing that told her there were no 'crazies' in the parking lot either.

The knowledge that a couple of aforementioned crazies would be heading out the door and right at them managed to break her through her uncertainty though, as guaranteed crazies still trumped possible crazies on the scale of dangerous things that could happen. So, she set about guiding the people to the Ryder lot, making sure that everyone remained low and moved as stealthily as a group of stressed out people on the fringes of panic was capable of.

Not much to work with, but she did her best.

J.P tried to help look for the locking button, usually they were high up on the door. If he could not spot it he looked for something he could jam in the door and as a lost resort as he was leaving he would rip the sensor off.

Trying to find a way to stop the automatic doors before the crazies get to it is an exercise in futility. Those closest to the doors run away before the crazies arrive. Most people follow Maria leading people to the Ryder truck lot.

Laney finds that the truck door is locked but the window is down. Climbing in she sees three of the crazies heading straight towards her, while five follow the group Maria is leading towards the Ryder truck lot. Two of the crazies follow Jonathan. Six more (there must have been more in the hardware store then just the dozen Jonathan saw) follow other individuals who chose not to stick with the group.

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley: You can easily outrun the 2 crazies coming for you. Not sure where you plan on going, so I left that open. A perception roll might net you some sort of improvised weapon....]

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: Good thing you have the basic electronics skill......if not you wouldn't be able to hot wire the truck. It will take about 15 seconds to accomplish, by which time the three crazies will be literally on top of you. We'll deal with the consequences if you fail your roll next melee.]

[Private to Maria Delores Hernandez: If your group stops it will have to deal with the crazies.]

OOC: Although no one is being attacked you can consider yourself in 'combat now.' Please make one post describing what your doing. Once everyone posts I'll get a post up.

Also keep in mind that just because you as a player can look up the fact that an automatic door has a locking button on the internet doesn't mean your character would necessarily know that. This is of course where skills factor in, as they determine what your character knows, and what they don't.

J.P saw the door was a no go as they crazies began to move in the background of the shop. He makes a run out the door and tries to find something to use as a weapon. After a frantic search he decides its time to leave and fast. He runs to the truck and the passenger side door grabbing the handle and getting in once Laney pops the lock.

Once in the seat J.P searches the glove box and pulls down both sun visors and then he opens the central console if it has a storage compartment.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 3 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 1. Perception.
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OOC: the die roller has decided there is no chain link fence.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 200):

Handing the Glock to Jonathan she slid behind the driver's seat. "Cover me, Ace!"

Laney had never stolen a vehicle before but talking to Las Vegas Metro officers, there were several easy ways to do it. She could get under the dash and, using the multi-tool and some 3M surgical tape, splice some wires together. This would bypass the lock cylinder but take several minutes to locate, strip the insulation and splice the right wires together. The ignition would be undamaged afterwards and could be fixed. Plus the hotwire could be used on other vehicles. Other switches would be bypassed so headlights, air conditioning, wipers wouldn't work, but that would be the least of her worries.

Or, she could jam something like a screwdriver in the ignition cylinder and hope for the best. This would work within seconds but ruin the cylinder. In movies like "Gone in 60 Seconds" hotwiring a car was an art. Most professional car thieves opted for the brute force method if speed was of the essence blowing through the window and ignition. So did she, jamming the blade of her knife into the ignition and wrenching it around to make the connection. "Come on! Come on!"

00:25, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 10 using 1d100 with rolls of 10. Hot Wire Truck. Should be good enough!

Jonathan finds nothing that he can use as a weapon as he makes a run for the Ford F150. Meanwhile, Laney works on hotwiring the truck so it'll start.

As Jonathan climbs into the truck he doesn't find a set of keys lodged between the roof and sun visors (of course at this point finding the keys is a moot point). But when he opens the glove compartment he finds a Smith & Wesson 910 automatic pistol. A magazine is inserted in the weapon, and there is a spare magazine sitting next to it.

The old Ford 150 starts and just in time as the five crazies reach the driver side of the truck. Two begin to bang on the driver side window, while the other three begin to movearound the front of the truck to reach the passenger side.

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Maria, and the nine people she is shepherding to the Ryder truck lot are now across the street and at the edge of the lot. The five crazies are still following and moaning. The moans are being answered by other nearby moans.

[Private to Maria Delores Hernandez:
You don't know why, but you can sense moaning coming from inside the Ryder office.]

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley:
Here is your new toy, please add the weapon to your equipment sheet.
http://www.kitsune.addr.com/Fi...o-Pistols/SW_908.htm
1 S&W 910 magazine is inserted with ??? rounds
1 S&W 910 magazine in glove compartment with ??? rounds

No way to tell be looking if there is a round in the chamber, or how many rounds either magazine has unless you check.

So it'll take you an action to do any of the following:
Check to see if a round is loaded in the gun
Check to see how many rounds are in the magazine that is currently inserted.
Check to see how many rounds are in the spare magazine. ]

 OOC: Since the driver side window is up it's a moot point, but I figure I might as well point out that in my games if you shoot past another character and roll a nat 1 you will hit them! So for example if Jonathan fires a gun from the passenger seat past Laney and rolls a nat 1, Laney will get shot.

Maria was doing her best trying to herb the people across the street without the crazies scattering them to the winds. So far she was doing a pretty good job at it, and she started looking around for a safe place to lead the people to.

- "Okay people, i think i spotted another one in the office so that's off limits too, try to see if some trucks are unlocked and when you find one, get yourself and some people inside for cover. Groups of three, let's go."

And she proceeded to do just that, checking to see if any doors were unlocked and waving people over when she found one. It would be a temporary measure of course, but they'd be both easy to find and relatively safe from getting bit until they could be stopped and the Ryder lot sealed off.

J.P takes the Glock in his right hand as he rifles through the cab. He takes a glance out the window at the advancing crazies as his hand strikes something metal and hard in the glove compartment. He checks the spare magazine before putting it into his pocket and doing it up again.

Snatching it out he holds it up to show Laney while yelling in relief as the truck engine starts and in triumph having had a stroke of good luck; "This shit just got shooty shooty gun gun. Go Go Go....."

[Private to GM: Is the automatic black or silver ? Thanks.]
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In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 203):

The banging on the safety glass was close and furious. Somehow it seemed hungry. Of the two men trying to get to her, one was wearing a torn black golf shirt with the "Valleycrest Landscaping" company logo and the other was Hispanic and in "Northwest Landscaping & Maintenance" coveralls ("Luis"). Obviously, landscaper and workman.

She whooped when the engine caught. "Yeehaa! Let's drive it like we stole it! Literally!"

Cranking the wheel to the left she slammed the gear selector into R and hit the gas, doing a reverse burn-out into the parking lot. Blue smoke spurted from the rear tires as they spun out, and more smoke shot from the rusted exhaust. Leaving a black skid mark the truck stopped facing into the lot, then she pulled the lever down into DRIVE.

[Private to GM: Calming down now the crazies were left in the dust at the rear of the lot, she drove more slowly. They were headed around the south side of the building towards Polaris Ave. Try and draw them as much away from Maria and the others as possible.

"Nice heater there, Ace! I'll take the Glock back. Let's go find Maria, see if she needs some help. Roll down your window, when we go around to the front of the building there could be a couple crazies there, try and jack us. Put these earplugs in. Don't shoot 'less you need to." She gave him more earplugs, put in her own.]

https://www.google.ca/maps/ms?...spn=0.003129,0.00327

OOC: I assume the truck was parked in the rear of the lot. Backing out quickly while the wheel was cranked to the right should throw off the crazies on the left side, while avoiding those to the front? If that works, I'll make the rest of my post.
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As Laney puts the vehicle in drive a pair of people come running up obviously wanting to hop in the back of the truck. Both Jonathan and Laney recognize them from the freeway. One man is armed with a baseball bat and the other (who looks like his teenage son) is armed with a  gardening machete. The two quickly hop in the back and Laney drives towards the Ryder parking lot.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: Thanks for allowing the 'break' it allowed me to add a few bodies to help out with the horde at the Ryder truck lot.]

Jonathan checks out the pistol and finds one round in the chamber, and three in the magazine. The spare magazine has 8 rounds. All the ammo is standard 'ball' ammo.

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Maria and a few of the mothers check the Ryder trucks to see which ones are unlocked. Only two of the five are found to be unlocked. Four people (2 adults and two children) climb into the first trucks and five cram into the second truck. Maria closes the door to the second truck, and decides to try and get the crazies to chase her.  But oddly they ignore her and head for the two trucks full of people....

One truck is begin assaulted by 3 crazies and the other by two crazies.

[Private to Maria Delores Hernandez:
Sorry about taking the liberty with your action/idea to try and lure the crazies away but it gave me the opportunity to let you know in character that the Zombies don't see you as food.]

21:46, Yesterday: Darkside Trooper rolled 5 using 3d4 with rolls of 2,2,1. Ryder trucks in lot.
Five trucks in parking lot.

21:48, Yesterday: Darkside Trooper rolled 150 using 5d100 with rolls of 31,36,8,66,9. Doors unlocked? 20% chance.
Only two trucks have unlocked doors

OOC: Laney you can fee free to drive up to the Ryder lot now, and mount some sort of rescue for the people in the Ryder trucks.

As Maria ran off, she gave one last look over her shoulder, noticing that the crazies seemed more interested in a gathering of harder to get to targets rather than follow an easier one by chasing her. She was aware enough of her own capabilities that she felt she could not take down three people all on her own, so instead she ran out on the streets, attempting to wave down a passing car. Going by what she heard there was one approaching now, not knowing Laney and Jonathan were driving that particular Ford F-150...

J.P continues to check out the cab of the truck looking under the seats, behind them and if present lifts up the central console. Once satisfied he has looked in every nook and cranny he sits back and puts on his seat belt reminds Laney to do the same. The look of relief on his face is obvious to any who look as he loads a full magazine and insets it into the automatic in his hand and chambers a round if need and applies the safety before putting the weapon in the thigh pocket of his cargo shorts. He takes his time in this task and asks Laney for help.

J.P slides back the rear window* and introduces himself to the passengers in the rear. He also introduces Laney before asking them to be ready on either side of the bed of the truck to attack any crazies the pass or get close to.

*Not sure if this is an option in this model if anyone has images of the particular year model we are in I would appreciate it.

There is a safety on the left side of the weapon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S...%26_Wesson_Model_910

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 210):

OOC: Sorry I was meaning the rear window in the truck. But thanks for the link makes things easier.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 207):

Amped from adrenaline, Laney forced herself to not put the pedal to the metal. Especially as they hadn't yet left the landscapers' lot! As well, it't took seconds to realise the radio was blasting. Someone was saying something excitedly in Spanish.

"¡¡¡...una a dos semanas de comida y agua en su casa...!!!"


Laney switched off the radio. Seeing a clear route to the street, she carefully drove around the south side of the building. "Hang on, guys! There could be more of them waiting for us around the corner!" She hit the gas, aiming for daylight (the exit to the street).

But there weren't any more (close by) and they made it to the street in one piece. Turning right on Polaris, fishtailing a little, she saw a familiar figure waving to them. It was Maria! Holy heck, it still amazed her that woman was still standing. Laney also noted the crazies banging on the Ryder trucks and the frightened people trapped within.

Carefully, she pulled up beside Maria. "Don't worry, Maria, we're gonna get those people out!"

She pulled into the lot, about 20-30 feet from the closest trucks that were under siege. Laney got out, leaving the driver's side door open and engine running.

"Maria, you're in the drivers's seat. Get ready to move.

"Ace, put your ear plugs in, stay in the truck and roll down your window. We're gonna pick 'em off from here. Concentrate on the 3 closest, then we'll take the other two. Remember, aim for the head."

Using her free (non-gun) hand she waved to the father and son in the bed of the truck. But the weapon was visible, in case anyone got ideas about taking the truck."OK muchachos. Stay in the back. Keep en eye on our rear.

"YOU! IN THE TRUCKS! GET YOUR HEADS DOWN! WE'RE GONNA START SHOOTING!"

She put her own earplugs in. Using a 2-handed grip, like her daddy (and Greg) had taught her, she used the hood of the truck to brace her weapon. She aimed at the head of the first crazy of the three at the Ryder truck. Controlling her breathing, she began squeezing off shots.

https://www.google.ca/maps/ms?...pn=0.001558,0.001635

OOC: Laney has 4 attacks, so Aim, Fire, Aim, Fire

[Private to GM: 14:03, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 1 using 1d20 with rolls of 1. Shot #2.

14:03, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 10 using 1d20 with rolls of 10. Shot #1.
]
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J.P nodded as Laney gave instructions looking at the pistol in his hand and then the quickly approaching Ryder yard. He lowers his window as he takes the safety off the handgun and uses the edge of the door as a brace for the pistol. He aims for the head of one of the crazies using the simple three dot sights on the pistol.


Jonathan only has one attack.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 4 using 1d20 with rolls of 4. Initiative.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 18 using 1d20 with rolls of 18. To hit.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 9 using 3d6 with rolls of 2,2,5. Damage.

J.P has no weapon proficiency with handguns.

I need to use this for a Motovation poster that ends with: J.P. is going to die.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 214):

OOC: In all the years I have been on this site I have never rolled a natural twenty on the dice roller. Also if I am unable to roll at least half the possible damage... well yes.

Just to let you know I don't single players out for death in my games. I just thought those lines you posted were pretty ominous.

The father and son in the back of the truck ignore Lany. Instead the two jump out of the truck and towards the second Ryder truck being mobbed by two crazies. The father and son each pick a different crazy and attack. After several strikes both crazies go down as the son severs the head from the body of one crazy with a gardening machete, and the father bashes the head of the other crazy in with his baseball bat.



Those inside the Ryder truck listen and get down.

Lany fires first and hits one of the three crazies in the back of the head. The bullet exits out of the crazies forehead and splatters all over the driver side window of the Ryder truck. The GLOCK 22 then jams, and Lany ends up having to clear the weapon before firing a second shot, which strike the chest of the third crazy.

Jonathan takes his time and fires a single round that hits the second crazy in the face only after it has turned around to approach the Ford F150.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: So I had the nat 1 strike like a nat 20, but the weapon jammed. Action three was spent clearing the weapon and the last action was firing your second shot.

With the jam you expended 3 rounds.]

OOC: There is only one Zombie left.

Opening the door J.P drops beside it and crouches as the other Zombie turns. He does not shoot again, instead relying on the more practised hand of Laney or the father and son to deal with the last threat. From his vantage point he tries to spot anyone who may have been hurt before they arrived.

Scanning between the trucks wheels and the pavement on the other side, J.P gives the yard a good look over.

Laney was impressed by the father-son duo's expertise! And initiative.

She also felt foolish because she couldn't remember the last time she cleaned the pistol. Greg had drummed the necessity of doing so on a regular basis, due to his Army training and experience. But she figured as she didn't fire the Glock on a regular basis it wasn't that important. Lesson learned, as a jam could have happened in a muc more critical circumstance.

She steadied the weapon again on the truck, then fired once more, aiming at the last one's head.

03:32, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 14 using 1d20 with rolls of 14. Firing Aimed shot at last Crazy.

16:17, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 15 using 4d6 with rolls of 4,4,4,3. Damage.


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Maria nodded, and ran towards the driver's side of the vehicle, jumping in as if the crazies were nipping at her heels. They were still around the truck of course, but the adrenaline made the difference trivial at best. Slamming the door shut with strictly more force than necessary, she kept her foot on the gas but didn't push her foot down just yet, not until Laney would give the signal to get the Hell out of there.

Firing a single round at the last crazy standing, Laney's bullet strikes the chin and the lower jaw explodes to the left and right as a shower of bone, teeth and blood. While the bullet impact crazies the crazies head to snap back he doesn't fall back wards. Instead he keeps approaching Lany.....

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: You have two actions before the crazy is on top of you.]

Jonathan looks around the Ryder rental truck yards and sees no more crazies. The father/son team are helping the people out of the second Ryder truck.

Maria. looking behind, sees six crazies coming from Polaris avenue (probably the same ones from the gardening store).

[Private to Maria Delores Hernandez: You still have the feeling that there are crazies inside the Ryder truck building.]

From his position on the pavement J.P looked up slightly and saw the first walker still moving towards their truck. He raises his own pistol and using the side of the door as a base he aims before pulling the trigger


Jonathan Pembersley rolled 7 using 1d20 with rolls of 7 Initiative

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 20 using 1d20 with rolls of 20. To Hit

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 7 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,1,3. Damage.

First ever natural twenty on the dice roller

Maria stopped sitting tense on the driver's seat, going from keeping both hands on the wheel in a deathgrip to looking around and almost pulling down the window of the car as she seemed to notice something she couldn't quite put her finger on again.

- "...Careful, i got a feeling there's more of those in the truck building. Same feeling as with the other store earlier."

Then she spotted the crazy whose lower jaw Laney had just shot off and for some reason ended up looking at it almost mesmerized, her mind partially trying to disbelieve what she saw. Earlier there had been much the same but adrenaline and old fashioned fear had kept her from noticing it, but these people... They weren't really people anymore, were they?

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 221):

Laney suppressed a shudder of revulsion as tissue, teeth and blood splattered on the pavement. The middle-aged man continued to stagger forward. His lower jaw was now in two pieces, flapping wide open like a barn door and then back with each step. Only his yellowed upper teeth remained in his white-pink upper jaw.

Come on, keep it together, you seen worse on countless night shifts, splattered across the streets and highways, glistening in the flashing lights from police, fire and EMS vehicles... but where's the rest of the blood?

Mastering herself she aimed at the man's head and fired another shot. The Glock jumped in her hand and she saw the spent casing fly over her shoulder in slow motion.

21:29, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 20 using 4d6 with rolls of 6,4,4,6. Damage.
21:28, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 17 using 1d20 with rolls of 17. Called shot to head (+3 Strike).

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Jonathan fires his S&W pistol at the middle aged man/crazy before Laney can get a shot off. The bullet hits roughly where Lany's first bullet had struck. But with no intact jaw, Jonathan's bullet strikes the upper spinal cord and severs the head from the body. While the body goes limp and crumples to the ground, the head rolls towards Laney and stops just short of her feet. Looking down Laney can see the eyes move as well as the upper check and forehead muscles.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: You didn't get a shot off, since I want Jonathan to get the glory with his nat 20. You can use the strike roll to shoot the head, kick it away or stomp it into paste.]

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley: Well I tried to make the Nat 20 as spectacular as I could. Rest assured with the number of times I require players to make roll in my games you'll get a nat 20 again.]

The sight of the severed head rolling towards Laney is quite up setting for J.P who has had no real world experience in such matters. He gives Laney a look before straightening up and looking back along the road. J.P sees the six other crazies moving towards them and a low moan escapes his mouth.

He looks towards the people helping the woman and kids and then back to the truck before asking Laney; "Are we taking them or leaving them ?"

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 225):

Although the head was no longer attached to the body, Laney fired anyways. This was something called "bullet fever" and although she was not firing wildly the nerve impulse was already telling her trigger finger to tighten when Jonathan's shot took the man's head clean off. The bullet sailed harmlessly through the space the head formerly occupied, spent brass ringing off the pavement. [Private to GM: I'll just have her waste the shot instead!]

"My God! Nice shootin', Ace!" Her triumph at seeing Jonathan take out the crazy turned to horror as she realised the eyes were still moving. She clobbered the severed head with a boot to send it away from her, catching it under the upper palate with a steel toe. It reeled backwards across the pavement with a wet but wooden clopping sound.

"Wait, what? Maria Dolores, you think there are more of them in there? Like you hear them? Okay, shit, I see there's more of them coming up the street. Maybe I can hotwire the panel truck.

"Careful of that head, don't go near it. It's still, ah, infectious. Yeah. A biohazard."

She checked how many people were left standing, so to speak. If there was less than a dozen, they could just squeeze in the back of the pickup.

Maria hesitated for a moment before nodding.

- "Yeah, I... Well, not like hearing or seeing them, i just know. It's... hard to explain."

Talking about it was starting to come easier for her now, Laney would notice compared to the last time she had brought this up. As for Maria, she had found herself willing to accept this strange new ability of hers if it meant she could keep people safe with it.

OOC: yes everyone could fit in the truck.

There's like a total of 14 people (I'll look at the thread later) and 3-5 of them are children.

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 228):

"OK, I'll take your word for it.

"Try and get everyone in the pickup, I'll try and hotwire this Ryder van."

Laney stepped over the bodies (all men) to reach in the cab of the Ryder van. Attacking the lock cylinder on the steering column with her multi-tool and pocket knife she showed no subtlety, trying to get it started as quickly as possible. Practice makes perfect!

OOC: I'm trying to remember what skills are needed to hotwire the Ryder truck. Automotive Mechanic? Streetwise?
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"These crazies are really pinging my nads..." J.P goes and lend a hand getting the other people on to the pick-up. "Over here... get in the back."

He tries to keep an eye on the other six coming along the road as he gets people in the back of the truck.

Everyone who was in the Ryder trucks begin to pile into the pack of the Ford F150. Maria (in the drivers seat) patently waits to drive off while Jonathan picks up one child after another and hands them to the adults already int he back of the truck.

Meanwhile Laney tries to hot wire the nearby Ryder truck.....

The group of six crazies begin to converge on the Ford F150....

List of NPC's
Father (has a base ball bat)
Son (has a gardening machete)
1 Male adult
2 female adults
1 female teen
5 children (ages 10 and under)

J.P gets into the truck and asks Maria to pick up Laney and get out of dodge once all the crowd is in the back. "Right lets go before this gets ugly again." He checks the glove compartment for a map or he gets out his own from his pocket if there is none.

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 233):

"Just warn me, Ace, if someone is about to start biting my leg!"

Muttering to herself, she leaned in and removed the cover to the steering column and exposed the wires leading to the ignition cylinder. Choosing the likeliest ones she cut and spliced them together. The truck engine started to sputter, starter motor seeming like it was going to catch.

"C'mon, Lord Jesus I pray to thee in thy merciful wisdom to help me out in, ah, stealin' this truck... hot damn! I think I got it goin'!"

07:22, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 39 using 1d100 with rolls of 39. Hotwire Truck.

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- "Right, everyone get down and hold on!"

At the sound of the engine starting, Maria wasted little time in flooring it, muscle memory from spending years driving ambulances kicking in as she kept her foot just a little above the 'sweet point', the point where the tires were accelerating too fast for grip and traction to do their work. Otherwise it'd be a lot of noise and no actual driving, the exact opposite of what they were trying to achieve.

As Laney starts up the Ryder truck, Maria pulls the F150 away from the horde of crazies. With some mobility now everyone feels a little bit better.

OOC: I need to know where your going and how fast your intending to drive, to include who is the lead vehicle. Remeber you guys don't have radios, so once your driving the chase vehicle won't get much say in things unless the lead vehicle stops.

10:25, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 4 using 1d8 with rolls of 4. Ford F150  truck tank of gas (amt in 8ths).
F150 has half a tank of gas (has a 26 gallon tank).

10:25, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 3 using 1d8 with rolls of 3. Ryder truck tank of gas (amt in 8ths).
Ryder truck has 3/8ths a tank of gas. It is a Ford 350 'long bed' model and has a 38 gallon tank.

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 235):

Pulling out behind the pickup, Laney carefully manoeuvred the large panel van out onto Polaris Ave. She swung north towards Harmon, keeping the crazies behind them in her left side mirror. She put the Glock on the wide dashboard in front of her and grabbed her radio.

"Slow down, hold up, guys! The crazies can't fly.

"I can take a couple folks up front and everyone in the back if we want to stop somewhere.

"We gotta get north, but north from here's all a big dead end where the railroad and the Freeway come together. We gotta get turned around and head back south to West Tomkins."

J.P listens to Laney on the radio before passing the message to Maria."Laney wants us to park up somewhere and swap out some people into the new truck." His breathing had started to return to normal as they had left the crazies behind and he safes the pistol, as Laney had shown him and puts it into his thigh pocket on his cargo shorts.

Once they had stopped he gets out and climbs on the cab roof keeping watch on their surrounds and looking for business that may hold something they need. J.P still has his map in his hand and will offer it to Laney if its needed.
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In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 238):

"Go, ah, north on Polaris, take the first left, on Harmon. Follow it to where it dead ends at the railroad tracks. Should be no one around. We'll get sorted out there."

Unfortunately, they were truly boxed in with regards to the surface streets. North on Polaris dead-ended at the tracks. West on Harmon also dead-ended at the railroad tracks. East on Harmon was a cluster-fuck where it crossed over the Freeway. Back south would take them through the crazies that were staggering out on Polaris.

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 239):

J.P again clicked the button on the side of the radio: "Ah.. ok, follow close. See you soon." He guides Maria using his map though she probably knows the route better then he does.

It was a right turn instead of the left they took so J.P guides the truck back along their old route and to the empty lot Laney mentioned.

Maria listened to Jon's instructions as he talked to Laney on the radio. While she did know her way around the city streets, with traffic being as permanently congested as she'd seen so far there was no way to tell which roads were essentially 'better' than the other. So, she slowed down a little to allow Laney to follow her more easily -- not like the crazies were fielding jetpacks or the like -- and headed to where Laney had planned them to go.

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 241):

Waiting for the truck to get headed north up Polaris, Laney pulled out and followed behind.

OOC: just waiting to see if the GM is going to spring anything on us! If not, we're just going to the west end of W. Harmon where it hits the railroad tracks.

Other than being followed by an every growing mob of crazies (which are promptly left behind)
the two vehicles reach the intersection of Ziebart Place and W. Lamont Ave to stop for a moment as a large fright train moves along the train tracks ahead.

To the west about a mile or so beyond the train tracks a large explosion occurs followed by a mushroom cloud. One of the women in the back of the Ford F150 begins to hysterically scream that the army is nuking the city. Several of the children in the truck begin to break down and cry as well.

To the immediate north in a large vacant lot a news helicopter lands (it looks like a rather controlled landing, NOT a crash). It blows up a small amount of dust which envelopes the two vehicles.

OOC: The mob of crazies are at the intersection of Polaris and W Lamont. BUT there are a few small groups of 3-4 crazies converging on the two vehicles, none of whom will reach the group for a few minutes.

[Private to James Herson: You've landed because you ran out of fuel, and while filming the chaos on the ground you noticed that this group of people are staying alive as opposed to the several other small groups you've seen wiped out by the hordes of what the news anchors are calling 'Zombies'.

PM me with a list of equipment you'd like to have.]

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 243):

Noting the Jet-Ranger's somewhat hard landing, Laney stopped the Ryder truck and hopped out.

"OK! I don't think they're nuking the city. But it's still probably a bit safer in the back of the van. So everyone out of the pickup except Maria and Jonathan.

"Maria, Jonathan, can you go see if the folks in that helo need any help? If you do, my paramedic bag is by your feet, take it. Jonathan can cover you.

"After that, we're going through the parking lots, head south, then west over the rail tracks, then north. Remember, we get split up we can meet back at the MedicWest company yard, maybe pick up another "bus". If not, get to Nellis Air Force Base."

Gun in hand, she raised the rear gate of the Ryder van, deploying the folding steps. "Step lively, folks, let's get a move on!"

Laney indicated for the capably-armed father and son to join her in the cab instead of the back. "Hey guys, I'm Laney. What're ya'all's names?"

J.P climbs out of the cab of the pick-up truck once it stops and takes the handgun out of his pants. He flinches and drops slightly at the explosion and then tries to calm the kids; "Lady please try to stay calm for the kids." As Maria begins to look over the people J.P keeps an eye on the crazies making their way towards the truck. For a split second J.P wondered if they should try and jump the freight train wondering where it is going, he shields his eyes as he watches the train looking to see if anyone is in the cab.

As the helicopter lands he holds his hand over his mouth to try and keep the dust out and then he waits for the occupants to get out or for Maria to move towards the aircraft.
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James thanks the stars that he had run out of fuel here and not in the middle of nowhere.

James gather his gear as well as the tape from the T.V. camera then exits the chopper, making no aggressive moves

Maria gave Laney a quick nod before picking up the bag and heading off in the direction of the helo, shielding her eyes from the dust that had been blown up. She decidedly ignored the mushroom cloud for now, there was little she could do about anything that wasn't in front of her right now, and having watched too much Discovery Channel certainly didn't help either.

If the army did start bombing the city however, that helicopter looked a hell of a lot safer than the roads, especially considering what she'd seen so far. She spotted James climb out, and shouted, trying to get over the sound of the helicopter powering down and the wind it still caused.

- "Hey, anyone hurt in there?"

Before urging people into the back of the van, Laney checks it out to make sure there are no crazies trapped inside.

[Private to James Herson; Maria Delores Hernandez: As a note, Maria looks like a paramedic belonging to one of the local companies, MedicWest. She does have a pressure bandage on her neck and there are bloodstains on her khaki uniform shirt.]

James singlas for no then moves towards Maria non-threateningly "Shes out of gas"

Maria nodded in response, and motioned in the direction of the cars.

- "'Kay, grab what you can carry and head to the cars, there's crazies all over the place here. Just you?"

While Maria and the helicopter pilot make their way to the trucks, the train fineshes trveling by.

Laney check the back of the ryder truck and finds it empty except for a dolly (i.e. a hand truck).

The horde of crazies continue their approach....but it will still be a minute or so before they are a threat.

J.P makes sure no one is being left behind as he climbs into the passenger side of the truck. "Come on lets move." Once everyone is in the back he slides back the small rear window and asks James; "Do you know what's going on, did you see a way through this mess ?"
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In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 251):

Laney helped the people into the back, then closed the roll door.

Getting in the cab, she motioned for the father and son to follow.

"Guys, what are your names?"

"The freeways/interstate and highways are jammed with people hell even the side streets are I think your best bet is using the rail road trucks but those are going to play havoc with your tires" James says then adds "James Herson, News copter pilot"

In reply to James Herson (msg # 254):

"Looks like there is a a bit of ground on either side I think Laney wants to say on that as much as possible. That's her in the truck." He points to the truck in front."I am J.P and this is Maria. Good to meet you."

He watches the helicopter get smaller in the side mirror, regretting it was out of fuel.
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Maria gave a brief wave behind her while keeping her eyes on the road.

- "Herson, eh? I knew a Diana Hersson back in Uni, she moved out of state though."

She sighed, glancing in the rear view mirror having much the same thoughts as Jonathan was having at that time.

- "Can't go on the tracks, if we pop a tire there's no telling when we'll have the time to replace it with all these crazies around."
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In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 255):

Laney signaled the truck to pull up beside the van so they could talk.

She kept an eye on the crazies who were approaching them from the direction they'd come from.

"We need to get north, to Nellis. The roads all dead-end here at the tracks or the freeway. That means we have to get by those crazies we just left behind. Go south, then make our way west, then north, on surface streets. Anyone got any better ideas?"

Maria shook her head in response.

- "Nothing that would be worth discussing here and now, i think we can all agree that we need to get out of this dead-end pocket before we can talk road maps."

Reminded of something, she turned to look at James, her almost unnaturally pale skin and dark circles around her eyes quite clear now that the dust was no longer hiding it from view.

- "James, you got a birds eye view earlier, anything blocked with that route as far as you could tell?"

"Anything that's not a side street is blocked and I not too sure about those"  James responds to Maria's question

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 258):

The movement of the train on the tracks caught Laney's eye.

"The railroad right-of-way should be passable. If nothing else, that train should punch through anything blocking the crossings, and it's going our way. As long as we take it slow along the side, our biggest worries would be getting bogged down in soft spots. We'll keep to that track off to the side, then try to get up on the gravel berm and go along the ties."

Where they were, in the cul-de-sac at the end of Ziebart and W. Harmon, there looked to be no easy way to the tracks. To their left was an unfinished construction project. The ground was littered with trash and debris, including several concrete traffic barriers. There was also a chain-link fence around the lot.

To the right was the open lot where the helo landed. It too was fenced-in with a chain-link gate and barrier, but that fence was topped with razor-wire. They could use the bolt cutter to cut the lock on the gate, then push the fence down, but that razor-wire would do a number even on steel-belted radials. But it looked like someone had used the area right in front of them as a way to get to the road running along the right-of-way before; the traffic barriers were moved aside and the chain-link fence was pulled back a bit. If they needed to, they might need to push aside the end pole but that was easier than trying to cut or ram their way through the middle of the fence.

It looked a little rough, but do-able.

"Hold on, everyone!" She began manoeuvring the truck up over the kerb and through the 3-4m gap between traffic barriers. From there, there was a way to the railroad right-of-way, although it was a bit rutted.

OOC: Looking at street view it seems there is a gap right at the "elbow" of the intersection of Ziebart and W. Harmon. If need be, a couple men can push down that end pole with some effort, or else the van's bumper could do a number on it. Let's go for it!

16:14, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 64 using 1d100 with rolls of 64. Driving Roll.


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Nodding, Maria shifted in gear and followed Laney, taking extra care to follow her tire tracks to ensure she wouldn't end up bogging anyone down.

02:51, Today: Maria Delores Hernandez rolled 15 using 1d100 with rolls of 15. How's my driving? Call 555-DEAD.

The two vehicles begin to slowly drive (no more the 30 MPH) next to the rail road tracks in a north eastern direction.


The going is clear until they reach the Hotel Rio Dr and W. Flamingo Rd overpasses. Both overpasses are the full of parked/stalled vehicles. Numerous bodies have fallen off both overpasses, all belonging to crazies and are moving. Most of the crazies are just crawling around as the legs have broken. A few are walking up right on both legs.

Up on the overpass Hotel Rio Dr some people seem to have taken shelter on the top of the trailer to a west bound semi truck. Other people have taken shelter on the tops of cars too. In every case where there are people on top of a vehicle the vehicle is surrounded by crazies.

J.P shimmied down in his seat slightly so he could look up at the overpass and the awful hell that was playing out before his eyes. There was nothing they could do so he did not say anything, after several seconds he had seen enough and he again concentrates on the immediate area around the truck. "That could have been us."

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 262):

After pulling the van over to the side of the service road, Laney looked up at the overpasses. "Shit. What a gong show." She motioned Maria to pull up beside her.

"Well, girl, I feel sorry for those people but I can't see how we can help them! Just too high for people to jump down, even onto the roof of the van. At least a 3 story drop.

"I say take it slow, I'll go first and punch our way through along this road. We don't have a lot of other options 'cause if I try and get up on the rail tracks I'll probably roll it. Damn, wish we could do something for those folks. Tell you what, when we're clear and past I'm gonna lay on the horn, see if we can draw a few of the crazies off, maybe get 'em to fall down. Give the people up there a chance to make a run for it.

"Got it?"

https://www.google.com/maps/d/...FgixyKU.k8zDM0WJOC8w

OOC: What are the names of the 2 man in the truck with her, the father-son with machetes?
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Maria nodded in response, leaning out of the window for the planning session.

- "Hmm.. Or, one car could play bait while the other circles around and fishes those people from that trailer, but from this angle it's impossible to tell how close we can get to it."

She groaned, running a hand through her hair.

- "Ahh... Could be jammed for miles, fuck, there could be a hundred more of 'em up there. We hit the horns a number of them's going to fall off since they're none too bright, but they'd still be as stuck as they were before we rolled on by for all we know... Gimme a minute, i need to try something."

She looked at the overpass again, frowning for a moment as she got an idea. Opening the door, she got out of the car and leaned against the hood, keeping her arms crossed as she focused on the overpass. She had 'felt' the crazies out twice before right down to where they were and how many of them there were, and while she didn't know how she actually did it, it was helping everyone to stay alive and as such was worth getting the hang of. It certainly beat trying (and failing) to remember the other stuff her amnesia didn't want her to remember.

In reply to Maria Delores Hernandez (msg # 265):

"Ok. So send the pickup through first to draw off the crazies down here and distract the ones above, then maybe park the van under the underpass where people can drop down?

"The problem is that, well, it's still going to be a 20-30 foot drop from the overpass to the van roof. 2 stories at least."

Laney was game but looked somewhat doubtful at the distance people would drop.

"doing that is pointless unless we have something to cushion their fall since they will at least break bones at that height" James points out

In reply to James Herson (msg # 267):

Laney nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Distraction might be the best we can do!

"But this is a moving van, there will be tie down straps in the back and mover's mats. If we had time we could rig a line, throw it up, have people slide down. Put down mats to cushion their landing.

"The problem is we'd need time to get that all set up. Fifteen minutes? Ten at least.

She watched Maria, wondering what was going on.