A rattling chatter sounded in the distance, some automatic weapon firing several bursts breaking the silence. Mark looked to the north and could see scattered headlights on the roads. Still far away, but a source of potential problems. Sighing, Mark leaned on the rail, wondering if they were doing the right thing staying here.
Five days before, an army patrol had come through the neighborhood. Just after they saw the President's address on TV. Martial law had been declared, FEMA camps opened, help promised. The Richardson family took the opportunity to move to a nearby "safety center" (not refugee camp) after the recent home invasion they suffered. The last family, the Coles, had barricaded their home, as had the group. In the last two days, the power flickered a few times and died. Mark figured it wasn't coming back.
Mark missed Pamela, and felt the tears flow as his thoughts turned to the past. He hated to feel the pain at her loss, but it seemed to be coming at him more every day. With a glance at one of the zombies, he felt the sorrow turn to rage, and moved back into the house, waking up everyone. Mark had a feeling it was going to be a long day, and he sensed they had best get started.
Far overhead, silent and out of sight, a drone executed a lazy turn,, its cameras recording the neighborhood. It the control room, the drone operator entered data into his terminal. "Confirmed living in sector R-7" he said with little emotion. Glancing at the map, he piloted the drone along its designated patrol route.
"Sector R-7 is along the movement axis for Task Force Roscoe. Those folks might be in trouble." Lieutenant Moore said to the operator as he walked by his station. "Keep an eye on that area, maybe we can help."
|Predawn in the neighborhood looking north|
This is a watershed scenario, the military has started taking over the security from the local police forces. Unfortunately, they have stirred up the zombies and various survivors in the nearby city, and the military forces are withdrawing to a new security line. I have a few special rules for this scenario, and it will be a long game.
The plan for the scenario is to play through the entire day, with the situation deteriorating the whole time. The game will end when either the group is eliminated, leaves the board, or manages to clear the board of zombies. Enough rules and stuff, this will be long enough, let's get started!
"I'm telling you, it sounds like something is out there. I don't want to find out it's some gang looking for easy prey." Mark said as everyone finally got their gear together. "We'll check it out and get back in cover, no problem."
"I hope you are right. It certainly looks like the city is burning, I hope that doesn't get here." Allen replied. "After those punks attacked the Richardson house, I don't want to have unwanted visitors, either. Let's go."
|Getting an early start|
|More zombies arrive (this will be a common theme)|
|Two PEFs bracket the house (they moved closer)|
|The group meets Frank|
|Zombies! Who expected that?|
|First random event|
|Dawn is surprised to see the zombie come back|
|Allen and Frank hold back the horde|
|Gunning in the street|
|These appear looted.|
|Nobody is home|
Echoing from the south came the sound of car engines. They were moving through the neighborhood.
"That better not be another gang coming here!" Ella growled. "They are going to be sent packing!"
It took another turn, but the day part changed, and morning started. Instead of zombies, I drew a pre-generated group, and ended up with a police patrol. Two squad cars entered from the south, and drove through the neighborhood. Maybe they were looking for the deserters?
|Who's driving that car? Stevie Wonder?|
|Not in the cross walk means fair game!|
|The patrol keeps moving|
|More PEFs at least one is close...|
One zombie triggers a PEF, and a new group shambles out towards the police cars. The group moves forward to a nearby PEF as well.
|Behind the neighbors house|
|Zombies in the woods|
|What could be in the road?|
|We meet Gene and Horace|
"Yeah, the city was getting a little too crazy for us. You folks got a place to stay?" Gene lowered his sub machine gun. "We're not a threat if that is what you are worried about..."
The PEF resolved to a pair of civilians, Rep 3 Gene with an SMG, and Rep 3 Horace with a BAP (and nightstick, he is an ex-cop). The meet and greet goes well, and they join the group.
The police patrol moves forward, and the deserters hold fire again. Zombies start piling up on the western side of the board, even with the police thinning them out. Really it seems like this is pretty tame so far, nothing to worry about...
|Lots of zombies in the road|
|The car careens out of control...|
|...and bursts into flames|
While the police were playing with the zombies, the group moved forward trying to get to the last PEF to be able to advance the day. As they moved forward they stayed in cover, the police officers bailed out of their burning car, into the open street...
|Moving towards the PEF|
|The deserters choose to attack|
|Zombies move up the middle|
|The fire spreads into the house|
|Regrouping police kill zombies|
|Do you know these people?|
|Zombies close on the deserters position|
|At least the group doesn't have to deal with it|
|They fared poorly in the charge roll|
|But did well in melee|
|Lots of open ground to cover|
|Time to move|
|The deserters don't quite make the next house|
|Time to leave the neighborhood, as the fire spreads to the trees|
|Fires and zombies spread unchecked|
|This way seems safe, wait, what is that?|
|Maybe they can hold out?|
|Heading for home|
"Maybe we can just hunker down and let this blow over." Ella suggested. "I'd like to get off the street before someone shoots me!"
"Yeah, anyone else getting hungry?" Frank asked. "I could go for some water at least..."
Mark checked his watch, it was just past noon.
To be continued...