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[StrawBarrel]

The marching masked man listened contently. He must be lucky today. Or maybe everyone was just in close vicinity to him. No matter, the former professional wrestler soon took notice of his fellow masked survivor. Although the man's old style hockey mask concealed a good portion of his face, Osama thinks he hasn't spoken yet.

"Hey Johnny. Where do you think all the undead are today? You think we scared them off?" Osama says, his right arm waving a baseball bat.

Edit: Removed zombies

[crazyabe]

We might have, hopefully not because they might be one of the few signs we are even going in the right direction.

[Ardent Debater]

The marching masked man listened contently. He must be lucky today. Or maybe everyone was just in close vicinity to him. No matter, the former professional wrestler soon took notice of his fellow masked survivor. Although the man's old style hockey mask concealed a good portion of his face, Osama thinks he hasn't spoken yet.

"Hey Johnny. Where do you think all the zombies are today? You think we scared them off?" Osama says, his right arm waving a baseball bat.

Spoiler:  Urgent OOC GM Note (click to show/hide)

StrawBarrel, remember, in the setting Modern Zombie Culture never happened, and the Zombies were a complete surprise, the people don't call them Zombies, because the term Zombie never spread beyond West Africa. Please Edit Your Post to reflect this.

[spümpkin]

Swinging the oar around recklessly, the fisherman looks at his reasonable new acquaintances curiously.

"How do you manage to wear all that?" He asks the girl with the dog.

"I'm albino. I gotta cover up as much as possible." Sun finally reaches the chew toy, before lovingly passing it back.

[Ardent Debater]

Day One

The Group has a fairly pleasant conversation about Metallurgy, the Summer Heat, and the Merits of Clothing. As they walk, John notices a glint of something off in the distance, quite a ways off of the Road out in the Plains. As he squints to make out the Details the others notice and stop walking. It appears that Car swerved off the Road, and drove at top speed for a few Minutes before crashing into a Tree. The Car is definitely totaled, but judging by the amount of Suitcases and Duffel Bags attached to the Roof, it might have something useful inside. But then again, who knows who, or what, is in the Car. The Wreck appears to have happened sometime yesterday.

Spoiler:  The Group (click to show/hide)

Numbers: Six Survivors.

Organization: None so far, No Leader or method of Organization beyond Individual Collaboration.

Current Supplies:

4 Food Rations. 6 Are Consumed Daily.
7 Water Rations, 6 Are Consumed Daily.
A, (Possibly Inaccurate), Pre-Apocalypse Road Map, It says that a small Town with a Population of Fifty People is ahead, but You haven't seen any of the Gas Stations it claims are beside the Road. If a Survivor had Navigating Skill, they would be able to decipher this much better.

Luxury Items:

2.5 Rolls Of Toilet Paper
1 Bag Of Crystal Meth, Claimed By Johnny Jimson, Highly Addictive and Dangerous but grants massive temporary Stat Bonuses, with a small chance of Overdose.

Total ZR: 18

Current Transportation:

Everyone is Walking

[spümpkin]

"I say we explore it. Who knows what kinda treasure it could hold?"

[NRDL]

"I'm starving, and if there's any food, it can't have gone that bad yet.  Let's check it out."

[StrawBarrel]

Osama spots the aforementioned car. The survivor strays from the long road and heads into the plains.

[crazyabe]

We might as well Search it, Either way I will.

[Pencil_Art]

"There's no reason not to. The occupants might still be in there though, and understandably not very happy, so we better keep our eyes out."