"They seem to be gone." Cindy said as she looked back from the front windows. "We should check out the rest of the neighborhood, maybe even see what's left next door..."
"Sounds like a good idea, same plan as before?" Mark replied as he finished off a bottle of water. "Anyone object?"
"Nah, let's go see who is out there!" Allen was excited to get back outside and explore the neighborhood. "Hopefully we can find some information about what has been going on."
|Early Afternoon starts out|
At the start all 3 PEFs roll to approach the group. The first raises the encounter level (to 4) and the second PEF reveals a lone zombie. The last PEF is hidden just behind a tree, next to the group's starting location.
|Did you hear something behind us?|
|Looks like a lone zombie|
Mark moved into the trees, and resolved the last PEF - another increase in the encounter rating (now 5). The groups moved out towards the homes.
|Turns out to be just nerves|
|Moving up the road|
|Its one way to stay alive|
"Are you from around here?" Mark yelled, somewhat wary.
"No, I have been trying to find a place to wait this out." She yelled as she approached Mark. "My name is Ella by the way."
"I'm Mark. Nice to meet you!"
The meet and greet goes well, and Ella joins the group. Doubles come up and 4 zombies enter from the board edge. Mark meets up with Ella, and prepares to face the group of zombies.
|A zombie skirmish line|
Meanwhile, Allen and Dawn get no response at 1217. They do manage to get two newspapers for the information check though. Cindy and Ben move on to 1215 Woodstock Lane. They knock, but the front door is open.
|This seems like a bad idea|
"Look out!" Cindy screamed as a zombie shambled into the front room. Ben yelled and ran out the front door as Cindy charged the zombie. "Get back here!" Cindy yelled after him.
|The owner shambles in|
Ben fails his Citizen brown pants roll, and ducks back, just outside the front door. Cindy charges the zombie, as others start shuffling in from other parts of the house.
|Ben Hides outside|
|Mark fights in the street|
|Keep knocking them down|
Ben wiped sweaty palms on his jeans,his hands shaking so bad he couldn't grab his shotgun. "They'll get me! They'll get us all!" He cried.
|Ben fails to recover|
|Cindy knocks another zed down|
Allen and Dawn move on to Springfield Road, having found two sources of information, but nothing about the house at 1217. Mark and Ella also gain some info at 1216 while talking with the neighbors.
|Allen and Dawn move on|
"Ben! Get your ass in here or the zombies won't be what you need to worry about!" Cindy yelled as the dead hands tried to drag her down.
Ben shivered as sweat poured from his body. Looking around he couldn't believe the zombies weren't just waiting for him everywhere... "I...I...Can't" he mumbled.
|Cindy faces off with yet another zed|
"My god! Look out!" Allen pointed behind Dawn as two zombies staggered into her. With a crash a third zombie came out the front window and grappled with Allen. "Dawn! Watch out!" Allen struggled with his attacker as he watched in horror as Dawn was knocked to the ground, and the two zombies collapsed on top of her.
|The zombies sense a dinner|
|Where is Ben?|
Mark charges the zombie the next round. Cindy makes her recovery roll, and is only stunned. At this point, I elect to check for infection at the end of the scenario (okay, actually I thought that was when I was supposed to. Oops!) Ella and Cindy meet, and Mark asks about Ben, who has vanished.
Dawn recovers from her stun, and Allen still struggles with his zombie, staying evenly matched. The zombies get initiative, and Dawn manages to stay evenly matched (even though prone!) Allen goes a third round of evenly matched (that was getting ridiculous!)
Allen wrestled the zombie, spinning in place. The zed's foul breath stank like week old meat, left in the sun. As they turned, Allen saw Dawn thrashing on the ground, kicking out and heaving the zombies away from her.
Finally, with a snap, Allen broke the things neck, and bashed the head into the house, killing it. Quickly turning around, he found Dawn standing over one remaining zombie.
"Damn girl, you are a bad-ass!" Allen grunted as he moved over and helped finish off the last zed.
"Aww, I just got this outfit clean!" Dawn complained. "Looks like more laundry when we get back home."
|Allen and Dawn finally finish the last zombie|
|Regroup at home|
|Need to avoid the police tape|
|Dawn finds a bat in the car wreck|
|Everyone back home. Where's Ben?|
|Paper collection - got 6|
Mark looked around as Ben sheepishly came out of the basement. "Sorry guys. I just couldn't handle it any more." Ben said apologetically. "There's just too many of them, I can't believe we can survive!"
"You can't just run away like that, not cool man." Allen was firm, holding back anger. "Any of us could be in trouble then!"
Dawn came running into the kitchen, crying. "No, no, no, no!" she just kept repeating.
"Were you bit?" Allen asked, horrified. "Please, no! I tried to help, I really did!"
"Not her, me." Cindy said calmly. "Looks like that last one got a bite on my leg." Cindy gestured to her torn pants leg.
Everyone broke into tears, they all knew this was a death sentence. "We'll take you to the hospital, get some help. Hell, let's get the cops here again, they can help out!" Mark was trying to suggest a solution.
"You know that won't cut it. Besides, I am already shaking bad, and burning up. I won't see tomorrow, and I don't want to cause any more deaths. Someone take care of me." Cindy was actually very calm for asking to be killed.
"I can't - I won't." Nobody wanted to be the one who killed their friend.
"I'll do it myself." Cindy grabbed a pistol and stormed out the front door. "It could be any of you next!" She yelled as she walked into the woods.
Dawn rolled a 6, and passed her check for infection. Cindy, unfortunately, rolled a 3, and is infected. This changed the successful mission to a failure (someone died) and figured into the keeping it together roll.
I gave Dawn a chance to increase her rep, but she failed her roll. I also checked for Mark to be reduced (this was technically two failed missions in a row.) He managed to stay at his current rep.
Allen and Dawn rolled only one success each, and Mark managed two, so they would stay. Ella had no successes, and would stay (and not need to check next time). Ben passed two dice, and would leave. Cindy was going to die, and traded her SMG for a pistol, and left as the sun went down.
It was a downer, but not a disaster. At least most of the group stayed, and in the end, the group is only down one, and has plenty of resources to last for some time. The group will consolidate their home, getting useful items from next door to make it livable (pots and pans, bedding, some chairs?) and try and see if this whole things passes.
I don't think things are going to get better...