Fire... shit. The fire in his dream... was this all what was going to happen next? He should probably call for help, at least.
Call 911 to report the fire, then go outside to see if there's anyone who needs help.
Brian was torn between staying inside and hiding or getting help, but he couldn't just leave his neighbors to burn- plus, if it came to his own house...
((Don't you love it when the logical IC action is the totally wrong one from OOC knowledge?))
You pull your cellphone from your pocket and dial 911 without even looking away from the window. You attempt to select Fire and Rescue but it does nothing but play a rather harsh chime at you and then say all operators are busy. Huh...bad sign. You stuff your phone back into your pocket and then run outside, still in bare feet, and into the middle of the road in front of the burning home. There's no one else around, it's quite early in the morning after all, distressing glowing red sky not withstanding. No screams for help from inside the home, no one that needs rescuing...the only thing you can think to do is try to warn other people in the neighboring houses...that would be a thing. As you stand there, contemplating what to do, you notice that there are other pillars of smoke rising to the sky beyond the burning house in front of you. You spin around. Plumes of black are rising from all, some far away, but others quite close. The entire subdivision and the suburbs around it have broken out in scattered fires.
"That's not good..."
Agreed... that fire truck looks beat to hell. No way a sane man drove that. Think whatever this is claimed them next?
Thomas glanced back at the entrance.
Cause if it has, then I think that's a pair of firemen breaking in and smashing skulls. In which case, we need to run. Now. And hope they can't catch us wearing all their fire gear.
"I have no idea who they are or what is happening, and boy do I ever not give a damn. On a scale of one to ten: fuck it let's blow this joint."
Peek outside the door till I can see the firemen. Wait until the nearest one is inside a room, then go out and quietly try to reach the stairs. If spotted, make a run for it. If way blocked, machete time. See if I can reach my car.
You very quietly unlock the door and ease it open until there's a big enough gap for you to get your head through and peek out. The second level walkway looks clear for the moment, though a room several doors down is spewing black smoke out through a smashed in door. You glace around one more time, grip your machete nice and tight, and then ease your way out onto the walkway, half crouched with the machete held out in front of you like a shield. You crouch walk your way toward the stairs and make it all the way to the upstairs landing before something lumbers out of the burning room on the second floor. It's a fireman in full fire gear complete with heavy, flame retardant suit, gas mask like facemask and oxygen tank and helmet. He stands maybe six and a half feet tall, with broad shoulders and a heavy, deliberate gait, as though he's wearing leaden boots. In one hand he holds a fireman's ax, the blood on it's blade boiling and black from the heat. In his other hand he holds a drip torch, which is leaving a steady trail of burning liquid behind him. He's just sort of staring off into the middle distance, out over the second floor railing, at down town area in the distance. He doesn't seem to have noticed you.
(( Thanks, cause I think pretty much everything going through my head was 'I can't really make an action until I know where our room is in the motel' ))
Yeah, let's go.
Find something blunt and heavy, make a run for it behind Rico
As Rico peeks outside, you rummage through the room, looking for the heaviest thing you can find to make into an improvised club. You open all the drawers and find nothing more useful then a bible and a takeout menu. The bathroom doesn't have shit beyond the shower curtain rod thats bolted to the damn walls, and, while the idea of killing people with a crt television is pretty cool, it seems unwieldy. The best you can find is a metal desk lamp with a nice thick base. You remove the lampshade lightbulb and wrap the cord around the thinnest part near one end to use as a grip. You give it a few test swings before sneaking out with Rico. You get just as far as he does and see what he sees as well. Looks like that lamp might come in handy.
Ah, fuck me.
Peer through the little eyehole on the door to make sure no gribblies are outside. Go around and check up on the people in the apartments next to mine, see if they're hurt or anything.
...Gribblies?
You walk out of your apartment and look around. The hall is empty and everything is quiet. There's no signs of anything amiss. Do you want to literally go around, knocking on people's doors in the early moring and seeing if they're ok? Because thats fine, I'm just asking to clarify.
Samuel puts the gun back, he doesn't even know why he picked it up. Reflex, must be.
Then he goes online, looking for any other news beyond the televised (and presumably looping) message of the declaration of martial law.
There's something wrong with the internet once you finally log on. The png file for the google logo is broken and the search and get lucky buttons have distorted, unreadable text on them. You search for recent news and brings up nothing but a list of equally garbled and unintelligible links scattered haphazardly along the page. The preview image links at the top look strange too.