Casting menacing red light, the sun sank in the west. The last rays of sunlight passed through the heavy smoke from three burning buildings, and the world sank into darkness. The steady shuffle of zombies dragging themselves through the streets continued as night began to fall on a world being conquered by the undead.
Inside the house, Mark hefted his bat. As the sunlight failed, he moved towards the zombies clawing their way through the shattered windows. If he didn't start killing zombies, the next sunlight would find him shuffling along with the already turned...
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| Evening starts |
As evening started, 3 new PEFs were generated. One was between zombie groups, and would become more zombies. The other two were both quite close to the rest of the group, making it easier to get to them (I was hoping for more survivors to use for reinforcements) and finish the day.
Allen's group had completed their move around the east side of the board, and formed a firing line in the street. They started firing on zombies heading for the house, which did distract some of the zombies from going into the house. This helped take some of the pressure off of Mark and Horace.
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| They shoot, just not very well... |
The zombies didn't activate for a turn, which gave me a great opportunity to thin out their numbers. Allen and team formed more of a circle for firing, as zombies summoned by their fire last turn had revealed both PEF markers. This turn they were a bit more successful.
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| Allen and friends find themselves surrounded |
In the house, Mark and Horace make good use of their chance, and clear out the dining room. They move to the front hall, to make the zombies from the kitchen move to them. I used some Advanced Heroquest tiles for this house (quick and easy!)
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| Trying to clean house |
The house shook, the thumping and pounding from the zombies was incessant. Mark was exhausted, and tried to keep Horace moving through the house. "We'll hold in the door, you watch the back, and shoot any that come around!"
"There's no time!" Horace shouted as the front door caved in and zombies spilled into the hall. "They're all around us!"
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| Zombies swarm the house |
Just in case you had forgotten, the last deserter was hanging out a window, getting ready to jump from the gas filled house. She had managed to not even activate for two turns, so even though the zombies hadn't all moved into the house, it was time to go. She needed to pass 2d to drop to the ground and be able to move 4", pass 1d to drop to the ground and not move (but can move up to 4" by passing 1d on a second check) passing 0d results in an impact 1 hit, and no chance to move.
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| Passes 0 |
The deserter passed 0d, and hit the ground with a thud. Being protected helped, she passed 2d on the recover from knock down. Unfortunately, she gets charged by the nearest zombies.
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| Charged, she fires at the zeds, killing two. |
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| Spotters say you got 27 with that blast... |
Being charged, the deserter fired on the zombies, killing two, but detonating the gas filled house. On the up side, she did kill nearly 30 zombies in one shot. Too bad she died in the blast as well. Of course, she did kill poor Frank, so I didn't shed any tears...
Mark and Horace were fighting for their lives. Zombies grasped at them, stumbling through the broken remains of the house. A muffled thump shook the house, sending already broken windows to the floor in a cascade of shattered glass. "Sounds like another house exploded! I hope the gas lines don't all go!" Mark shouted as he swung his bat.
"We need to get out of here!" Horace yelled and fired a blast from the shotgun. "Everything is falling apart, let's just get the truck and go!"
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| Fighting in the hall |
In the streets, waves of zombies continue to move towards the house and Allen's group fighting in the eastern side of the neighborhood. They tried to shoot up the horde, but their shots were wild, and didn't get much done.
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| More zombies shamble into the area |
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| Great shooting...sigh |
Doubles come up and I drew the "No More Zombies" card. I could actually see the end of the zombies, finally... However, as the group continues to fire, zombies have piled into the Cole family house. The Coles are two Rep 3 and one Rep 2 civilians, I figured parents and a child.
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| Zombies in the house and street |
With a crash, the zombies came through the window, scattering broken glass and bits of window frame through the house. "Stay back!" Rob Cole yelled at his daughter. "Head for your corner!" Rob kicked a table into the zombies, slowing them down.
His wife, Samantha, grabbed a knife and attacked one of the zombies. "Honey, get outside and run!"
A zombie crashed around the table and grabbed Rob by the leg. He crashed down into the gnashing teeth, blood pumping out. Samantha screamed, slashing one zombie which collapsed to the floor. A second zombie slammed into her, biting her shoulder and two of them crashed to the floor.
Maggie Cole scrambled to her 'secret' corner. She could slip out between boards on the window, but she needed to hurry. A zombie lumbered closer, Maggie screamed...
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| Maggie tries to escape |
The family makes a stand, but only the little girl survives the first round of melee. She runs for a corner as the zombies close in...
Allen and the gang fire on the zombies closing in, listening to the screams of their neighbors getting cut off inside the house. The little girls scream curdles their blood, but there is nothing they can do to help from where they are.
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| Keep shooting |
The zombies charge, and Dawn fails her citizen brown pants roll, and hides behind the house. Allen knocks down the zombie that triggers Dawn's flight, as it tries to eat him.
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| Dawn runs from the zombies |
The gunfire attracted a couple more zombies, but I managed to roll a 6 for one of them, and no more zombies would appear from gunfire. Now I just needed to roll the same for the zombies appearing each round, and the group could finish the day...
The zombies win initiative, and charge. Gene misses his brown pants roll, hiding near Dawn behind the house. The rest of the group manages to shoot up the zombies, fight a couple off in melee, and then regroup by the back of the house.
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| The zombies have thinned out |
Mark's grip on his bat was getting slippery. It seemed he had been swinging the bat for hours. Horace kept up a steady stream of shots from the shotgun. Corpses and body parts littered the floor, creating a grizzly carpet that made footing treacherous. "Just keep shooting, we will wear them down eventually." Another zombie fell under the swing of his bat.
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| Mark and Horace make a stand at home |
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| Mark presses forward |
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| More zeds join the fun |
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| Mark and Horace fall back to the kitchen... |
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| ...As more zombies shamble into the house |
Maggie felt the fingers grasp her from behind, dragging her back into her room. She kicked down on its foot, but got no reaction. Screaming, she shoved backwards with all her strength. The zombie fell over backwards, loosing its grip on her shirt. Maggie turned around and kicked her dresser, just like her Mom told her never to do. The old TV that was perched on top fell over and with a dull crunch, killed the zombie.
Grabbing her stuffed rabbit and backpack, Maggie wiggled out the window, and ran past a startled Ella, off into the darkening evening.
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| Maggie runs off |
Amazingly, Maggie passes her brown pants roll, WINS the melee against the zombie that attacks her, and rolls a kill. Tough kid. The meet and greet with the group goes her way, sort of. Allen manages zero successes, Maggie got 1, and just runs off. I think she just might turn up again...
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| More zombies enter |
As more zombies enter, I roll a 6 - this is the end of the horde! They are spread out pretty well, the group just needs to organize to shoot them down. I didn't mention it earlier, but everyone was suffering a -1 on rep for fatigue at this point. I put that penalty into play when 5 turns of evening had gone by.
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| Horace knocks one down in melee |
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| The shotgun clears out the back rooms and Mark moves forward |
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| Zombies start clearing out |
Dawn snapped out of her fear, running back around the house, emptying her magazine into the nearest group of zombies. "Sorry about that guys! I'll help sort these out!" She was changing magazines, getting ready to shoot up the zombies still stumbling up the street.
"Glad you came around! Hey, where is Gene?" Allen asked as he fired off a pair of shots. "I thought he was right here!"
So Dawn recovered from her duck back, but Gene failed his and 'ran away'. I would have kept him on the board, like the other survivors earlier, but rather that deal with that, I removed him and will roll for him to rejoin the group after the battle.
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| Dawn comes back into action |
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| Allens group moves forward, trying to keep zombies away from the house |
Muscles burning from swinging the bat, Mark moved through the dining room. Darkness enveloped the room, a deep blue light filtering in as the only illumination. Mark kept hammering the zombies as he heard a constant crackle of gunfire from the outside. "Just keep swinging. Just keep swinging" Mark keep muttering to himself.
Horace yelled as the zombie closed on him. His shotgun roared, and then clicked empty. The headless zombie tumbled to floor. "Got you!" he panted and started reloading.
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| Cleared the house |
Mark and Horace managed to clear out the house, and moved out the front door to rejoin Allen and the rest of the group, shooting down zombies in the street.
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| Back into the street |
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| The zombies charge, but are overwhelmed. |
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| The team regroups |
The team regrouped in the front yard of the house, as the zombies finished feasting on their neighbors, and burst out of the house. With light failing, the team moved up and shot them, leaving just a last pair as night fell.
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| The last stragglers |
Night fell at this point, limiting vision to 6". No more zombies or PEFs would appear, and night actually only lasted a single turn.
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| The last scene at night |
The group managed to clear the neighborhood, and survive another day. The area is barely livable, so they will need to relocate. Gene returned to the group, ashamed of his cowardice. Everyone, except Gene, became a survivor after this day. Dawn increased her rep to 4, Horace made Rep 4, and Gene managed to stay Rep 3. Dawn will not need to check to stay next time, and everyone else elected to stay together.
All told, I played a total of around 40 turns (day, afternoon and evening were at least 10 turns each) and it felt like a loooong day. Overall, I got the feel from the scenario I wanted, but it was ridiculous how long it took to play. It was almost like playing three to four scenarios in one long chain. I don't recommend trying something like this in one go, I should have split it up over a few sessions.
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| Night finally comes to the neighborhood |
Exhausted, each person stumbled up the stairs, Allen and Gene moving tables and chairs to block the stairs off. With disregard to safety or comfort, everyone found a section of floor to drop on and fall asleep. Fires burned just north of the house, adding inky pillars of smoke to the dark night sky. The continuing gurgle from the shattered fire hydrant was the only other sound beyond the crackle from the flames in the empty night.
