DARK*MATTER: Midnight at Milwood Morgue

[zenld]

*stays at the door and keeps an eye on the front door, checking occasionally to see what is going on with the cellar door and desk*

 

[Greydt]

Joyce looks around at the others, unsure what to do.

"Isn't it a good thing that they're here?"

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"No, I don't think it is," Tom says. He rolls up the top on the desk.

 

[Cowpie Zombie]

Inside the desk is a human hand, the stump swollen and purple. It appears to be the hand of a male adult. Maggots squirm sluggishly underneath the cracked, blackened fingernails.

The door marked CELLAR opens awkwardly, as if the door is slightly larger than the opening. You see a rickety wooden staircase descending into darkness.

The pounding on the main door continues outside. You can hear Jimmy Barnes talking quietly, but it's impossible to make out what he's saying or who he's saying it to.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Yummy," Tom says, looking upon the newfound rotten hand. He points to the wall. "We already took the bat, I think we should take that axe too. You just never know. Think we should take our other American friend with us whatever we do or leave him for the Alien Sex Fiends?" The scruffy man grins at a 'joke' only he gets.

[Was the smell we noted coming from the desk? Or the cellar? Are there any papers or anything under the hand?]

 

[zenld]

*walks quietly up to jimmy, listening carefully, trying to figure out what he's saying, until very close*

"So, my friend, who might y' be talking to? Perhaps the folks what are outside right now?"

*Stands close to Jimmy, but ready to run for cover at a moments notice*

 

[Remus Lupin]

Jim ran back to his daypack in the booth at which he was sitting. He quickly pocketed his tobacco-less pipe and through the bag over one shoulder. Back in the office, he fished through one of the pockets. "I could swear that I had a little flashlight in here."

[Cowpie, I hadn't listed "flashlight" on my eqipment list. I don't know how you want to handle it, but if he doesn't find it, that's ok with me.]

 

[Greydt]

Joyce looks around unsure about what is going on, before yelling out to the door "Please let us out! We're trapped inside!"

 

[Cowpie Zombie]

Tom takes the axe off the wall. It feels heavy and solid and comforting in his hands. The blade has been sharpened to a razor edge. Once the cellar door is open, the strange smell intensifies; it's clearly coming from the cellar, whatever it is.

Adam and Jim leave the office and step back into the pub. Adam approaches Jimmy Barnes, who quickly snaps shut a cellular phone as soon as he sees the two men enter the pub. Adam says, "So, my friend, who might y' be talking to? Perhaps the folks what are outside right now?" Jimmy Barnes grins and shrugs. "Not talkin' to anybody, bub. Can't get a signal in this s**t-hole." He slumps back comfortably in his chair grins defiantly.

The pounding on the main door intensifies and suddenly you can hear the wood crack.

Jim runs over to the booth and retrieves his backpack, returning with it to the office. Inside the office he quickly pulls out his flashlight.

[There's a gift for ya, Remus! ]

Joyce calls out to the people breaking down the door, but if they hear, they do not respond.

The door cracks again, louder this time. Adam and Jimmy Barnes actually see it begin to splinter.

It will probably break off its hinges in 30 seconds or so, you estimate.

 

[zenld]

Says to Joyce, "Miss, I don't think these are folks that we should be talkin' to. But we may have another way out."

Grabs Jimmy and drags him along. "I think it'd be best for you t' come with us."

Heads back to the office, Jimmy in tow.

"Folks, I think its down we go. Comin'?"

Shoves Jimmy at the cellar door, and says to Jim, "Whaddaya say we let him go first."