Current Status:
Crash:
Vernon Rickenbacker
Pilot/Manager
Injured: ??
Hunger: Fine
Thirst: Fine
Mental State:Panicked, extreme pain, high adrenaline
Clothes: Jeans and a flannel shirt
Shoes: Cross trainers
??Inventory (jacket on seat)??
Gerber Kick Multitool, Small Mag-light, Lighter, Cigarettes (nearby jacket pocket)
Location: Crashed Cessna 172 Cockpit, Somewhere in Central MN
The Zombie Hunter:
Valkoinen Kuolema
Sniper
Injured: No
Hungry: Somewhat
Thirsty: No
Mental State: Bored, worried, slightly annoyed by heat.
Weapon: R700 Scoped: Bolt Action Rifle
62 Rounds
Sidearm: Small folding knife
Clothes: Ghille Suit
Shoes: Combat Boots
Inventory: Roll of duct tape, 10 feet twine, binos
Bottle of water
Inventory (nest): 3 rolls tape, several assorted flasks, Twine.
Box of chips (13 remaining)
Bottles of Water (12 remaining)
Rapture?:
Injured: Sore, headache
Hungry: Quite
Thirsty: Very
Mental State: Confused, Weary
Clothes: black t-shirt, khakis
Shoes: None
Allies:
Calico Cat
The Stories So Far:Crash:
1:
The weather got bad much faster than Vernon expected. The clouds surrounded his Cessna 172, then the snow and the wind started. In the space of a few minutes, the weather went from a clear, if cold, February Minnesota day, to an icy hell. His wings iced up and he started to lose control. He called in an emergency report but, with sinking heart, he realized that no one would hear him in Middle 'O Nowhere, MN. His plane crashed into the forest . . .
Vernon slowly recovered consciousness. His face felt like he had run it over a belt sander. The cockpit of his wreck was seriously damaged and he smelled fire somewhere nearby. He had to get out. The pilot stood up to make his way out. His leg buckled, clearly broken. Black spots popped up and his vision swam. "Fuck . . ."
2:
Vernon slowly recovered consciousness. He managed to drag himself into a sitting position. "How badly am I hurt?"
It wasn't terrible good. His face was burned, although he couldn't figure out where the fire had come from, nothing was burning that he could tell. He had a pretty bad gash on his side from glass shards, so he held it down with one hand to try to stop the bleeding. His lower right leg was broken. He could see the bulge in his skin from the bone, but at least it wasn't sticking out.
He wasn't sure if he should get up and look through his plane, but he tried to remember what he had on board (better than thinking about the pain). It wasn't a lot (not a ton of room on a small rec plane), but he knew that he had his multi-tool, flashlight, lighter, and some cigarettes in his coat pocket, which had been laying on the passenger seat.
A Zombie Hunter:
1:
The sniper carefully turned and surveyed the city with his binos. The dead city continued to molder and rot. Valkoinen finished his 360 spin. Nothing else seemed to have changed when he catnapped. There were only a few buildings still lit, firstly (and in his opinion, most importantly) the nuclear plant still provided electricity to the (some, most? Large section of the city were black, but that might be for other reasons) city. A building within the plant compound was still lit. Nearly directly opposite to the plant, due south 6 blocks from his position, stood the hospital. Many of the lights had gone out over the past few days, but a few still shone on the top floor. The fires to his west had mostly burned themselves out, but there was still some smoldering smoke. A small building was also lit to his west, 15 blocks.
Ever so slowly, he walked back to his nest. His ghille suit scratched softly with the crouched walk. He sat down under his rough tent, a pair of fire blankets duct taped over some kind of power box on the roof. Valkoinen sat cross legged, with his rifle across his lap. The school roof seemed secure enough, with the vent access he had found a few yards away. And carefully booby trapped with a flask. It wasn't that good of a trap, but he didn't have much. In any case, anything that pushed the grate up would pull the string and flask down, waking him up.
He worried a bit about his supplies. He had a fair number of bullets, and a couple of bottles of water. Food wasn't that good though. He had raided the school cafeteria on his way around. He found a half open box of chips and had filled the rest with water. He hadn't left his roof sense he'd gotten there, and the chips were not really acceptable food. Although he hadn't seen any of the zombies paying particularly close attention to the school, he didn't really want to risk his stealth poking around downstairs.
Rapture?:
1:
He was woken up by the meowing. He seemed to be slumped down on a table. His neck hurt. And he had a headache. Weary eyes opened and he saw the source of the noise. A calico cat was near his feet, meowing loudly. She rubbed her head up against his leg. He wasn't sure where he was, but he was pretty hungry and thirsty. The cat probably was too.
2:
He wearily got up, on little more than the thought of feeding the cat. Where was the cat food? Very close by, to his right, was a water cooler with a five gallon jug. There was a glass on the table in front of him. He filled the glass and drank deeply. There didn't seem to be much water left in the container. There was an island counter in the room, he walked around it and searched some cabinets. He didn't find much cat food, but there was a goodly supply of tuna. He grabbed a can and looked for a can opener. There was a powered one on the counter, which he tried to use, but it didn't work. Looking around, he found a manual one. With some (a lot) of difficulty, he got the can open. There was a pink bowl on the floor, which he dumped the tuna and water into. The cat immediately started eating.