A couple of zombies started shambling towards him. Mark saw he didn't have space to keep running - he faced them down.
|I don't think that's a parking spot...|
|The zombies close in|
|Just stay dead!|
Mark knocked a zombie down, then finished it off with a blow to the head from his hammer. The next one was just about on him, and Mark launched at it.
|Not a zombie?|
|Uhhh, Hi? I'll just leave you two alone...|
Mark automatically failed a zed or no zed (passed 0) and went right to melee. I also gave an extra 2 dice to the zombie for the first round. It was going to be rough.
Mark stepped up, and managed to fight to a draw that round. The next round, he won and managed a kill. At least he didn't have to administer a coup de grace.
With a sigh, Mark looked around - no more zombies could be seen, but he could hear sirens and explosions. He slumped to ground, cradling the remains of what was the most important person in his life. The tears flowed, and Mark sat there for what felt like hours.
Looking over, he saw the bar and grill where they had spent so many lunches, Mark needed a drink.
|I know they have some good stuff here.|
|Now all it needs to do is rain...|
So, Mark proved himself in a pinch. I got very lucky in the melee with his zombie wife, but managed to get the dice to go my way.
What to do now? Day one will wind down for Mark. I figure he will loot the bar thoroughly, and then find a place to hole up.