The creature ignores its assailants and focuses on its weakened prey, ripping into Claudius with a renewed frenzy. The man struggles against the creature, trying his best to avoid its claws and teeth from ripping him apart. His eyes look down at his gun besides him, then back up at the beast, and in a desperate ploy drops all resistances as he struggles to grab it. The strange beast wasn't expecting this, Claudius' arms ripping out of its grasps as they surge forth to reclaim his gun. The beast however uses this opportunity to instead try to rip into the man, but he brings his gun forward as a shield using it to push it at arms length. By now the air around the two was heavily congested with the strange black substance, Claudius trying to stay focused as he continued to hack and cough in the tainted air.
Samuel quickly searched around the room for a better weapon of some kind, anything better than his knives. But the store was beyond what was seen before, his hurried glances revealing nothing new to bring to attention beyond a slightly larger than usual shard of glass. Seeing nothing of significant use, the conductor rushed to assail the creature, taking Harvey's tactic and aimed for a leg.
His first slash clumsily went through the air, not even coming close to the constantly-moving leg, and wound up cutting a groove into the wood flooring. The second slash came closer, the blade closing in fast, but the creature was faster still. It easily dodged the blow, the leg almost appearing to be working of its own accord instead of in concert with its body.
While Samuel was assaulting the creature,
Harvey was inspecting the wound he dealt. The veins and arteries were blackened and engorged, a slow, black tar-like substance slowly leaking out of them into the wound, soon blotching whatever bone was visible with what must pass as the creature's blood of some kind. The substance... Looked like it was hardening, flowing slower and slower, and the exposed muscle, as the creature lacked skin in most places, slowly darkened. He noted that the leg was moving slower, he must of severed a tendon or important muscle in the leg.
Satisfied with his examination, he moved to assault the creature's other leg in approximately the same spot. His first blade went in, streaking towards approximately where he struck last time on the other leg. The leg was busy trying to dodge Samuel's last blow, and in doing so moved into Harvey's. The blade sunk into the leg like last time, cutting deep and releasing another powerful stench of rot and letting free the slow leak of fluid from the creature. His second blow went in, more surely at the success of his first, and also dug into the leg. The creature however was pulling back from the first blow, and while it seems the blow cut into the leg quite a ways, didn't seem to phase the creature as the other blow did.
Claudius, with his arms free and clutching onto his gun for dear life as he tries to keep the creature from killing him, shoves with all the might that he could muster, screaming in effort.
"GET BLOODY OFF OF ME!"The creature, inch by inch, was slowly pried away from the man, and in a swift movement the safari-clad man utilized the greater room to rear the gun back and bash it in the head once, twice, three times before sending a good to the creatures chest for good measure. The slithering monstrosity shook its head and snapped its jaws in annoyance as its prey rolled to the right, out of its grasp.
Assault (
): [1 + 2 = 3]
Dodge (Claudius): [2 - 2 = 0]
Soak (Claudius): [5]
Luck (): [4]
Search (Samuel): [3]
Dual Aimed Assault (Samuel): [3 - 1 - 1 = 1]
Dodge (): [4 + 1 + 0 - 1 = 4]
Dual Aimed Assault (Samuel:) [5 - 2 = 3]
Dodge (): [6 + 0 = 6]
Dual Aimed Assault (Harvey): [5 - 2 = 3]
Dodge (): [2 + 0 = 2]
Soak (): [1 + 1 = 2]
Wound [5!]
Dual Aimed Assault (Harvey): [6 - 2 = 4]
Dodge (): [1 - 1 = 0]
Soak (): [5 + 1 = 6]
Resist (Claudius): [6 - 1 = 5]
Restrain (): [3 + 2 = 5]
Freddie ponders something, and thinks he's onto something. He just needs something real quick from the carrier... He paces towards the vehicle and examines one of the headlights for a bit. It seemed bolted on, which was a bother, specially without tools, but he thinks he can managed. First he tries to unscrew the bolts with his fingers, but after half a minute of struggling he gives that up. Hm... Maybe he can pop it out? Yeah!
Freddie takes his club and gives the frame its attached to a good tap with the base of it, before rearing back and giving it a good clank behind the headlight. The metal mace smashes into the frame, denting it, and with a sudden crash the headlight shatters outward onto Freddie and the ground. ...Er, maybe that was a bit too much force.
Well, now is at least a good time to take stock of what it has. Well... It has an engine, a head light, a basic frame and two seats along with a bed in the back for hauling equipment. The framework and axles for the wheels are accounted for as well, but load of good that does without any wheels. Probably why its also missing its breaks, actually. Strangely, it has its muffler. Odd that its called that really, as it actually makes noises instead of muffles anything, but it has its uses though, some people tend the like the sounds, and there are the safety issues it addresses. Supposedly, back in the day, it was used to muffle the sounds of the vehicle so it wasn't terribly loud. Strange times.
Sadly also useless without a battery though. Well, no use dwelling on the past, Freddie searches the outpost once more for a flashlight. However, he doesn't spot anything new in his search, just the same old same old. Hm... Really, he probably would of seen any with the tools if he had found any. He's not sure if there's much else to find in this place. The garage is mostly bare beyond the vehicle, and by now he's searched the office three times and nothing new has shown up beyond what was already found. Bah, what a waste of time.
Frogdo still seems to be pondering on the stapler and on removal of said paper-combining device. The metal spike though seems to be troubling him in that regard.
Headlight Removal (Freddie): [1]
Search (Freddie): [1 - 1 = 0]
"I-I see. B-Better to not t-tempt fate. Now that everything seems clear, why don't we check this place for anything useful?""Doubt it'll have much, emptier than than the fucking void here. Most places around here have been picked clean anyway."Wilmer just sat and watched
Randall as he poked around the building, which was more a glorified room. By the floors and rubble, it seems that there was once inner walls but those are gone. There's no furniture, no containers, no nothing but rock, dirt, and junk. Nothing that would be too useful unless you count broken glass, rock, or old cans useful. Even if there might of been something edible here, it would probably be of really questionable value.
Not considering Randall to be doing anything of importance, Wilmer spoke up.
"So, am I in the bunker or what? I told you what I knew, far sight better than what you did before. It will be night soon, and I don't exactly aim to be stranded out in the damn night."
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