[d20 Apocalypse] After the Blast IC

[Willette]

As Xavier enters the mall he looks around at the chaos within, people are running everywhere with shopping carts and armloads of supplies. Making his way carefully, to avoid getting trampled, towards the closest store he spies several cans of pop and some canned good left over from the rush. Down the aisle a college student seems to have the same idea. Shoving 3 cans of root beer and 3 cans of spaghetti-o's in Gadget's bag he turns to leave when he notices the dog food on a low shelf. He grabs the 20 lb bag he places it in the bookbag and zips it shut.

"Sorry for the added weight boy but your going to need to eat too and this is the smallest size they have! But don't worry theres not room for much else in that bag anyway."

He is about to continue looking for a bike when suddenly a muted boom comes from outside the mall. That must've been what that man was talking about when he told him to run, yikes.

"Now where,can I find a bike in this mess without getting crushed by these crazy looters....Good thing your so big Gadget or i'd be a little afraid to be here.", he says, patting the dog's big head.

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I'll update my char sheet to fit new supplies. Cans in d20 apocalypse book are 0.5 lb. Gadget is a mastiff clocking in around 180 lbs or so, the bag will last ~2 weeks (90 cups @ 6 cups a day).
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[airwalkrr]

Game Info

[sblock=Dekana and Hob Marshmallowfoot]Sophie and James each take 4 points of fire damage from the heat of the blast. They are not in danger of catching fire however.[/sblock]

 

[airwalkrr]

Day 0, November 3rd, 2020, Approx. 11:20 AM (17:20 GMT)

[sblock=All Players]According to Willette, cans weigh 1/2 pound. Feel free to use that in your calculations for how much you can carry. There are plenty of plastic grocery bags in the supermarket to carry stuff, even though plastic bags don't tend to be the most durable things. The grocery store is completely out of cloth bags, paper bags, coolers, and any other type of more durable storage container. Those all appear to have been taken by the first round of looters. I might also mention that ice is gone as well.[/sblock][sblock=Willette]See post 6 for a list of buildings in the shopping plaza. Not likely to find a bike at any of them.[/sblock]

In the aftermath of the Mobil station fireball. People who had taken cover begin fleeing the scene. The other nearby stations are certain to catch ablaze soon. James and Sophie seem somewhat injured from the blast, as does Aziz, who is now too wearied to move of his own volition.

*****

Xavier darts outside to see the commotion around the blazing Mobil station. Sure enough, a large pillar of smoke is billowing into the air. It can't be long until the other two stations go up in flames as well.

 

[Hob Marshmallowfoot]

Sgt. James Matthews; 5/32

Singed from the combusting fuel, and with sweat dripping down to sting his eyes, James works his way over to the other side of the convenience store clerk. Propping him up from the other side, he turns to the girl, "It'll be quicker with both of us. Let's get out of here before the other station goes up."
James then begins moving toward the mall.

[sblock='roll']Reflex save: 1d20+1=9, if it makes a difference[/sblock]

 

[Dekana]

Sophie Lin, 2/9 hp

Thoroughly dazed from the blast, Sophie at first only manages to nod at the stranger's words. She resumes her support of Aziz and hobbles along the broken city street.

"Anywhere but here..."

 

[Blackrat]

Kyle 3/9

Kyle throws the last can in his bag and looks curiously at the hispanic assembling a small crossbow. Not at all. I'm afraid it might come useful if all the apocalypse movies got it right. He offers his hand to Francisco. Kyle. We should probably get out of here as fast as possible.

 

[airwalkrr]

Day 0, November 3rd, 2020, Approx. 11:25 AM (17:25 GMT)

It is slow going as Sophie and James carry Aziz to relative safety. By this time, only the most daring and foolhardy are anywhere close to the fuel stations. Sophie, James, and Aziz get about a hundred feet away from the intersection when they hear another burst of flame.

*FOOM*

The 7-Eleven has been engulfed in a gigantic fireball like its sister station across the street. Screams can be heard coming from the shopping center, which seems to have become a gathering place for the survivors. Many are in the main parking lot which, while full of debris, is still relatively clear considering the condition of many other places. Another popular gathering place is the south side of the Eagle Foods, which was well-shielded from the blast. It is here that there are several loading docks for the semi trucks that deliver goods to the store. Apparently a number of employees opened the bay doors and began tossing out the back-stock into carts and whatever other carrying devices they could.

*FOOM*

The third and final fuel station goes up in flames just as James, Sophie, and Aziz make it to the shopping center. A stream of people are running in and out of the store. Shopping carts are becoming a rare sight as opportunists snatch them up, fill them up with goods, and run down the street with them. Sticking out of the crowd is a young man coming out of the western entrance to the Eagle Foods store accompanied by an older gentleman with a crossbow slung around his shoulder. There is also another unusual sight, a young farm boy accompanied by a large dog with packs of food and supplies duct taped around his torso.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Francisco stretch his hand as well "Francisco Quiroga, physicist, if that matters somehow." Lifting his juice full case, the man follows Kyle outside.
He comes to see a man and a woman carrying an injured youngster. "Eu, are you alright? I mean, are you worse than the rest?" Francisco struggles to find the proper words.

 

[Willette]

Xavier emerges from the mall disappointed. "So much for the bike idea, boy. Looks like we'll be walking home unless I can find a car thats not beat up too badly to work. I hope Mom is ok..."

Looking around Xavier sees the college student he'd noticed earlier gathering food and the man who told him to run from that explosion he'd heard earlier. Maybe they'd help him get home. After all, if they got back to the farm there'd be no worries about food or a place to stay, the house was built for a much bigger family than his and they had food stocked in the cellar that could last months. The question is would they be willing to help...maybe if he could convince them he had something they might need.

"Hey mister! Hey!", he shouts at the man with the dreadlocks. "Could you help me get home? There's plenty of food and places to stay and I'm really worried about my mom. Plus there are guns there and with all the crazies I've seen running around I think they would be nice to have."

 

[Hob Marshmallowfoot]

Sgt. James Matthews; 5/32

James motions for the girl to set the clerk down, propped against the nearest abandoned vehicle. Looking over the approaching strangers, he turn to the young farmboy, "Guns? Son, I haven't seen much of a need for those here. Yet at least. If your home is nearby, then it won't be any safer than where we are now. If not... well, we've got some more immediate concerns." James motions to the two injured individuals he helped away from the fuel station. " We need shelter, and medical supplies here. Gotta consolidate, hunker down, and wait for the rescue effort." Looking at the young boy and his dog, the injured young lady, and the other three strangers, his features soften a bit in realization, "Look, I know you're all scared. But this country has seen terrorism before. We'll be fine. I'm CPD... as in police. Name's James."

James scans the streets surrounding the mall area, "Now let's see here..."

[sblock=ooc] Are there any medical centers, doctor's offices, or veterinary clinics in visual range? Or any that James would be aware of in this neighborhood? Anything but a hospital. [/sblock]