You decide to wait for morning. Thankfully, sleeping isn't all that boring.
When you wake up you tell everyone your plan, some nod in agreement, one frowns in worry and most of them drool and moan a bit.
You then try to get everyone in the van. Emphasis on try. You finally, really did it. You filled it up to maximum capacity. Damn the insufficient space. Damn it to hell.
You leave behind a good 10 or so normals. Some still need to be put on top of others but you don't really care about their problems they don't even realize they have.
When you arrive at the great barricade again you give it the best shot you can to get inside, saying stuff about news and stuff. Sadly:
We can't just open up the 'cade! It's not a gate! It's a barricade. The only way you're getting in is if you climb!You groan in annoyance and then take along Diane during the climb. Sasha is still being guarded by the giggleman.
The climb takes a good five minutes. Not long enough to stop a horde, but the guards can pick them off. A normal probably takes 10 minutes over a climb.
When you get up, you realize that the vomiting plan won't work unless you are willing to put your arm in your throat and hope your throat muscles evolved to a high enough level that you turn into a vomit canno-
That train of thought got bad pretty fast. Time to pull the breaks on it.
Hey, dude? Just look around town for a bit and help where you can. We aren't doing well and we've been too scared to send out a messenger.Well, lots of potential sabotage and the pot of ants remains snugly in your hammerspace. The writer will add a backpack some day.
stats
Health:Unhurt.
Energy:Fine.
Infectivity 30%
Hunger: Fed.
Durability level 2.5
Inventory:5 Biobombs. 28 worms. one 357. magnum, 48 .357 bullets,Smith & Wesson Model 500, 5 ammo boxes of .50 cal ammo. Antpot.
Gun experience: Can hit stuff.
Safe-house security:None.
Horde : Diane.