PufferfishYou stuff the revolver in the inner pocket of your overcoat and glance at the boy. He can't be more than ten years old. You wonder whether or not he might have any friends around while creeping towards the front desk. Probably not, you decide as you peek over the counter, spotting the elevator against the wall and the staircase access against the wall. If there were more the boy would have sounded the alarm rather than take you on alone, but then again you could be wrong.
You sit down, leaning against the front of the desk, and finally take the time to look down at the hole your shoulder. It doesn't bleed, and you don't feel any pain when you stick your fingers into the shallow wound and dig out the flattened slug. You shrug your overcoat partway off and find your skin unbroken. Apparently Terrence is bulletproof. You chuckle in surprise and relief. This just keeps getting better!
gman8181Waters nods.
Already done Sarge. Its clear. You voice your thanks and start moving the team towards the clinic. Luckily most of the buildings facing one side of the street are ruined, providing ample cover and shadows to keep the squad safely concealed as you lead them through.
It isn't long before you encounter a patrol, a pair of ragged civilians, likely belonging to the clinic you were moving to investigate. They move down the opposite side of the street without making any effort to hide themselves, conversing in low voices and cradling hunting rifles. Apparently they don't encounter much resistance around this part of town and as a result they've let their guard down. You could bypass them easily, though they could become a problem if you need to fall back in a hurry, as your retreat would be cut off. They come to a stop, now directly across the street from you and you hear a low crackle as one of them holds a hand radio to his mouth. They don't seem to have noticed you.
SomeStupidGuyYou bring your legs closer, pushing yourself halfway up against the wall, hollering and swinging your pick wildly in front of you. You feel the tip of the pick glance off of something hard and the monster in the dark hisses unnaturally. You feel sharp jaws clamp down on your calf. You scream and something hot and wet pours down your leg, soaking your trousers.
Pufferfish - Allora
Warm Rags + Leather Overcoat [pack of cigarettes, Terrence the Amorphous Blob, switchblade, revolver (empty)] + B-3 Gas Mask (doesn't need filters), Long Lead Pipe [on ground], Briefcase [on ground; full bottle of whiskey, 4 tins of spam, 10 cans of fruit], Backpack [broken gas mask]
gman8181 - Jim (Green)
U.S. Army Winter Uniform [Sergeant rank; hand grenade, combat knife], Trench Gun [in hands; 6 shells], Ammo Pouch [9 shells, map of the city, compass]
At Outpost
Andre "Lexi" Alexi
Edvin "Ed" Ganados
Timothy "Tom" Reese
Benjamin "Benny" Neal
Johnny "Pits" Pitola
Lucas "Luca" Paulson
Lonnie Hampton
On Patrol
James Schweitzer (Indigo) - U.S. Army Winter Uniform [Corporal rank; Bayonet, sketch of outpost and immediate vicinity], Springfield rifle [magnified scope]
Guy Waters (Crimson) - U.S. Army Winter Uniform [Private rank; bayonet, field medi-kit, flare gun (one flare)], Springfield rifle
Lance "Marble" Marburg (Dark Blue) - [Private rank; bayonet, 2 hand grenades], Springfield rifle
- Finn (Teal)
Loose Cotton Shirt and Trousers [matches, two cigarettes, wallet], Pickaxe [right hand], Gas Lantern [on ground]
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Topic: Apocalypse - The Story Continues! (Read 15365 times)