Zday in Sunnybright

[LogicsFate]

"Yeah, they need tanks to plow through young ruffians like us. Can't have us playing our "rock and/or roll music"" Constantine makes a pronounced sniffing sound, like he's "tasting the air". "Do you smell bacon, Max? I sure smell bacon...."

Following the reat of the group in, Chip wonders idly if that was a crack against him.

 

[Nephtys]

Inside, Caitlin looks around. "So this is what a police station in Hicksville looks like... Cozy."

"Hey, give me a hand with this." She begins dragging a heavy archive cabinet towards the door.

 

[Captain Tagon]

Alyx starts to move towards Caitlan but then stops. "Wait, do we want to do that just yet?"

 

[Nephtys]

Alyx starts to move towards Caitlan but then stops. "Wait, do we want to do that just yet?"

"We can always leave trough a window. From what I've seen of the Zombies they can not. They're pretty good at jumping out windows, but they seem to clumsy and stupid for climbing. This will hinder them a lot more than us."

 

[Mithran]

"Hopefully you are right" Max says as he moves over to help move the cabinet.

 

[LogicsFate]

Chip looks around the greeting room, looking for exits, supplies, zombies, bodies, zombie bodies and anything else note worthy

 

[Candide]

Constantine is lost in the surreal nature of the recent turn of events. He keeps looking around, "scouting" for any oncoming zombies so as to notify the others.

 

[Captain Tagon]

Alyx looks over at Max. "Are there any medical supplies in here? Any at all?"

 

[RobotRobotI]

The building itself seems to be safe from zombies ; Chip will notice, in the greeter's office of the waiting room, the zombie corpse and dead woman that Max had seen before. Constantine doesn't really need to 'scout' - the shambling hordes aren't hard to make out. They're coming from all direction, closing in slowly, slowly. Their moans are so loud by now that it's becoming hard to hear your own thoughts over them. Chip estimates that the closest ones will be right on the police station in less than fifteen minutes.

Deeper within the building, a very *distinct* lack of bodies, human or otherwise, will be notable. Wouldn't people flock to the police? The office has a small armory, with a handful of rifles and shotguns, and a mess of personal sidearms. The medical supply cabinet has what you might need for immediate first aid, but nothing extensive.

 

[Nephtys]

Caitlin, having pushed the filing cabinet to cover the front entrance, takes a moment to breathe. Slowly getting off the high of adrenaline and endorphines the emotional reality of the situation starts to sink in. Sickened, she rushes into the nearest bathroom to vomit.