((Oopsie.))
Brian stared at the ruins of his computer. What was going on here? Last night... was it catching up to him? He thought of the pills, but he had already had one...
Maybe a nap would do some good; clear his head or something. He still had no idea what he needed to do.
Naptime.
Home Inventory:
Enough Food and water for two weeks
Inventory:
T-shirt and jeans
Hoster with Sig P226, unloaded
In pockets:
Car Keys
Bottle of Anti-anxiety pills
Empty wallet with driver's liscense
Three magazines for sig p226 (10 rounds hollow point each)
Box of 70 hollow point rounds
Location:
Home
Time:5:30 pm Dec 1st
You look at the wreckage of your computer and furrow your brow.
"Yep. Probably better for me to just be unconscious for a while..."
You shake off the shattered remains of your pc and head to the bedroom, again crawling under the covers wearing the same clothing. A few minutes later you get back out of bed, close the windows and the blinds and attempt to block out every source of noon-day light you can. Even after the windows are sufficiently barricaded, the sleep that you get is restless and transitory. For several hours you hover on the edge of true sleep, semi-consciously drifting between darkness and hazy half waking. When you finally get out of bed, several hours have passed.
You're feeling pretty thirsty and somewhat hungry.
"Well, that was unnerving. Still better than the infomercials though."
More tv, or rest if no more information can be found.
Inventory:
Patient's uniform
In pockets:
Nothing
Location:
Asylum, game room
Time: 11:30 AM Dec 1st.
You flip through the channels for a few minutes. You find something that looks somewhat interesting on channel 98, but it turns out it's just some evangelical preacher talking about how Obama is the anti-Christ and that bar codes are the mark of the beast. He also goes on a long rant against communism; the contents of which make it very clear he doesn't actually know what communism is or entails.
But he is extremely sure that it is evil and that he doesn't like it. Hm.
You shrug and lay down on one of the tables, trying to make yourself as comfortable as possible on the hard, flat, unyielding surface. You fall asleep nearly instantly, the adrenaline of the morning's events finally fading and leaving you unexpectedly tired.
You wake up several hours later, with the sunlight of late morning or early afternoon streaming through the tall windows of the game room. You blink your stinging eyes, trying to get accustom to the glare.
"Mr. Vaskez" Someone beside you says, in a firm but not threatening voice. You sit up and slowly turn to face the speaker, a man in plain clothes with a silver badge clipped to his belt.
"It's Vasquez." You mutter.
"I have some questions I'd like you to answer." The man says, pulling a tape recorder from his jacket and placing it down on the table next to you. "Can you tell me what happened with Doctor Hubard this morning?"
Well that was pointless. I suppose if things really go to shit I can go to the police station. No way that'll go wrong.
Idly look up survival guides and such.
Also check the time.
House inventory:
Gallon of milk
Loaf of bread
Variety of fruits
19 bottles of water
Granola bars (box of 19)
Box of "Mr.Health" brand cereal.
Inventory:
Pajamas
In pockets:
Nothing
Location:
Home
Time: 11:50 AM Dec 1st.
You search online for survival guides. Most are, unsurprisingly, wilderness survival guides. The few that aren't, survivalist guides, are usually still under the impression that you should probably be off in some remote wilderness somewhere, reenforcing your shack against the encroachment of the FEDS and DEA and/or Zombies.
There is one you find about survival in an urban environment, though it's more of a checklist then a real guide of sorts.
1. Food, water, and a shitter. You're gonna want a hell of a lot of it. Enough to last you for the foreseeable future. And make sure to get stuff that isn't dependent on refrigeration or will go bad quickly. And that shitter is extremely important too. Chances are you're not gonna have indoor plumbing and you don't really want to have to go cop a squat in the woods or shit in a bucket in the corner. Beyond the smell, it's a good way to get sick. Have a way to dispose of waste. And toilet paper or some sort of substitute.
2.Survival supplies. Medical supplies, flash lights, candles, matches, guns and ammo, knives, machetes, four wheel drive trucks and cars, crank powered radios and tv's, tools, stocks of gasoline and batteries, generators, electronic parts, blankets, coats, fans, flares, the list goes on. In a survival situation, you should strive to have everything you need already bought, labeled and ready to use. Every thing you don't have either means living without it or risking your life venturing out into the world, searching for it.
Take the time to think about what you need and what the things you need, need. If you want to try and make contact with others, a good CB radio set up is a good idea. If you want to be able to track broadcasts, you'll need a tv or radio thats not dependent on outside electrical sources, if you have some sort of chronic illness, you're gonna need a supply of meds. And so on.
3.Become independent. That electricity, that heat, that water, that healthcare, that protection, all those things civilization gives you, expect them to stop. Be ready for this.
4. Entertainment. Like war, a large part of survival is waiting. Plan for this. Books are probably the best, since they don't need power and you can use them any time there's light. Find good ones, ones you can read a few times, and long ones. Get paper back to save some weight. Paper and pencils, white boards and markers, board games or cards if you're not alone. Simple things to keep you busy and help you relax. You can't spend all day staring out the window.
5. Fortify your location INTERNALLY. If your location is exposed (I'd recommend against it, but if it is) then it needs to blend in. Nothing screams "Come raid me" like a fortified compound. And while you can reenforce your personal fortress all you want; if they want in and they have the time and numbers to waste, then they're gonna get in. So window bars should go on the inside, Doors should be metal core but look standard from the outside, walls should be metal lined but look like stucco from the yard, etc. Really, the best thing you can do in a normal house is use the basement as your location and hide the entrance in such a way that people can raid and loot the house but never find your bunker.
6.Plan for all your plans to fail. Have backup locations, caches of supplies, escape routes, even a painless method of suicide ready, if you're feeling fatalistic. Because even if things go perfect and you have a fortress that would make medieval castles green with envy, it doesn't mean shit when a wild fire comes sweeping in, or a flood, or a earthquake. Assume the castle will fall. Assume everything will go wrong. Plan for it. The key to survival is never letting yourself be surprised.
If there's anywhere rationality has vacated, it's starting to look like you.
Sam's eyes narrow at the man.
And who are you, anyways, and what do you know of me? You act like you know me and what is going on far better than I believe I've said.
((Yeah, I'm being the Scully, Mulder.))
(( You know what the biggest challenge I'm having here? Trying to make bluffs with information my character knows without using information *I* know. Cause, for example, if I were to 'bluff' that Livwits had killed someone... well, it would be completely accurate and they would have nothing to question the bluff on, at least at that point. And it's an entirely justifiable 'bluff', but not the only option, and it's the only one I can come up with because I know that *is* what happened XD ))
That would be rational. But then, what is rational about today? It started with a dream, yes, but the dream didn't end. Something happened in the snoozer, and at the time it looked... well, perhaps not normal, but explainable. Understandable. But it didn't stay isolated, and the entire hospital is anxious about it. A fellow physician, a man you probably see every day, shoved an IV Pole through a wall. For no reason. And now you're talking to a man in a suit that knows your dream, and knows you can't forget it. As much as I would like it to still be here... Rationality has left the building.
Thomas glances away from the doctor at the exits.
And I fear that if we don't leave with it, we may never leave...
Thomas and Sam spend a few minutes talking in the lobby. During that time, nothing horribly different happens. Another pair of security guards wanders toward the elevators, less urgently then the others, and a few men in police uniforms walk in through the front doors and disappear back toward the OR.
Inventory:
Khaki Pants
Crimson Shirt and gray tie
Black socks and shoes
Lab coat with ID-tag
In pockets:
Cell phone
Watch
Wallet
Car keys
Location:
Redfalls General (Lobby )
Time:7:00 am Dec 1st
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Inventory:
Somewhat fancy Suit
Watch
Rubber band holding hair back
In pockets:
Wallet with Driver's license and $200
Car Keys
Bottle of stimulants
Location:
Redfalls general (Lobby)
Time:7:00 am Dec 1st
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