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"Field of Dreams" -- A "Fear The Walking Dead" Story & Game

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"Field of Dreams"

A story from the universe of
"Fear The Walking Dead"

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February 1st, Year 1 (The actual year is irrelevant.)

The University of Oregon Ducks Men's Baseball team was having an Spring Exhibition game against the league rivals, the Spokane Indians, when the Walking Dead Pandemic exploded right there in PK Park during the top of the 4th inning.

People began attacking and eating on other people like rabid, mindless animals. Security reacted swiftly, of course, but it was too little, too late; the cannibalistic madness had spread far and wide through the stands, the concessions areas, the breezeways, the parking lot, and even out onto the field.

The Dead Rising, as it would come to be called, spread across the Campus and then out into the sister cities of Eugene and Springfield. Both City Police Forces were mobilized in full riot gear, but they were overwhelmed not only by the Dead but by the Living, who began rioting and looting all about the sister-cities.

In the city, 8 people found themselves safely locked inside a concession stand's store room. There, they have food, water, and other drinks, including beer, woohoo!

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Amy, what you need to do now:
  • See the PM I will send you for instructions on how to create and introduce 4 Player Characters (PCs). (I will initially write the other 4, but you will be able to assume them if you have the right leadership.
  • Write an introduction post for them here.
 
Yolanda Sanchez:
  • 24 years old; National Guard, Infantry; bilingual (Spanish, then English).
  • Concession Stand worker.
  • Petite, average; not strong but not unfit either.
  • Warrior, worker material.

Yolanda was one of the first people to see a Dead attack another person. She had taken a break to pee, and upon reaching the ladies' room, heard someone in one of the stalls having what she thought was a bed reaction to drugs or a seizure.

When she tried to help, the woman grabbed her ankle and jerked her so hard she fell to her feet. She screamed in fear and pulled away just before the woman sunk her teeth into her flesh. As she crab-crawled away from the stall, the woman crawled out and attacked another woman who had just come out of a stall; blood spewed all over both women, the wall, the stall, the floor.

Yolanda screamed again, got to her feet, and ran back to her work location to explain what she'd seen to...

Connie Taylor:
  • 39 years old; married.
  • Concession Stand Supervisor.
  • Average fitness; average intelligence; average charisma.
  • Leadership and Worker/Supervisor material.

Connie used the Stand's radio to call security to report an assault, then hurried toward the restroom, only to find other women rushing out screaming. Suddenly, one of what would come to be called the Dead came shuffling out; it was already covered in blood as it snatched a woman's arm, pulled her close, and bit into her neck.

Connie immediately returned to the Concession Stand and ordered its metal louvers rolled down with a total of 6 workers inside.

But outside the Stand...

Robert Cramer:
  • 20 years old; unmarried.
  • Spokane Indians catcher.
  • Very fit.
  • Leadership and Warrior material.

The cleats of Robert's game shoes were ticking across the concrete floor like a confused tap dancer as he bobbed and weaved the Living and Dead. He wasn't even sure how he'd gotten here to Concession Area; he was from Spokane, and PK Park was unfamiliar to him.

Suddenly, he realized there were Dead in both direction and there was no where to go except into the nearby Concession Stand via a leap over the counter. He did just that, diving over the counter and landing head and shoulders first on the pavement.

He got help to his feet from someone nearby and heard a woman call out for the metal louvers to be pulled down. But as they were dropping...

Vicki Evans:
  • 28 years old; married (but husband was killed by a Dead in PK Park).
  • Homemaker; fan at the game that first day.
  • Fit; long distance runner.
  • Worker material.

Vicki had been in the stands with her husband, Peter, when some guy -- then another guy and another and then a woman -- began attacking people in all directions. Her husband was cop, and he didn't hesitate to spring into action, trying to interrupt one of the attacks. But as she watched in horror, the assailant bit into his face, ripping away part of his cheek and chin flesh. A second Dead then bit into his neck and nearly ripped Peter's head off.

She screamed and was about to run to his aid, but the crowd was surging for the exits and she got caught up in it. Vicki went with the flow and ended up in front of the Concession Stand, trapped. She had seen a man leap through the front of the stand and ran there, calling for help. He grasped her by the hands and pulled her forcefully inside.
 
Leigh Parker flinched in fright as Yolanda beat on the locked concession stand door, crying out to Connie to open the door. The Supervisor called security and ran off to do whatever she thought she was going to be able to do, only to fly back into the stand, ordering the place locked down.

Things happened quickly, with more people entering the stand, some of them by literally leaping in through the window. It was crazy. A ball player she would learn was named Robert Cramer came through the window, as did a soccer mom-type named Vicki Evans.

"Alexa" Amani came up beating on the louver as it was coming down. Leigh knew the Muslim "Guest Greeter" well: they'd met last fall in orientation for their stadium jobs, only to then realize that they were taking the same elective art class. They'd quickly become friends and found they were involved in many of the same social activist organizations.

Leigh opened the door, despite Connie telling her not to do so. "We can't leave her out there! We can't!"

Before Leigh could pull the door shut, two more people flew in behind Alexa. One was a man named "Harry" Richardson, a tall, heavy set older man with the look of a former football player. He held the door open for another guy, a equally tall man, Kendall Howard, who looked more like a former basketball player.

The doors and louvers were finally shut for good, and the 8 of them just stood there in silence -- for the most part -- staring at each other with shocked or questioning expressions. Connie, the Supervisor, sat on the floor, then told the others, "Take a seat, ya'll. We ain't going anywhere."

Outside the stand, people -- the Living and the Dead -- pounded upon the metals barricades for nearly two hours. They all just sat there, mostly in silence. At one point, Leigh's stomach rolled over, empty. She reassured Connie that she would be quiet and stood to feed everyone who had the stomach for food.

The noise beyond the metal doors and shutters changed over the hours that followed. The screams and calls of the Living had waned and eventually ceased. So did the gunfire from the Armed Security and the City Police who had responded to the multitude of 9-1-1 calls. By the time dark arrived, the only thing the group heard beyond the Concession Stand were eerie, guttural, animalistic growls.
 
Connie checked her watch: 11:30pm. The noise outside had lessened as the Dead continued to depart from the stadium, heading out into the city looking for prey. 4 of the 8 in the Concession Stand had fallen asleep on the floor, using smocks and packages of napkins and other such relatively soft things as pillows and mattresses.

"Get some sleep," Connie told the remaining 3. "We're not going anywhere tonight."

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February 2nd:

Connie was awake when, one by one, the others awoke, too. The Dead were still outside, but in far lesser numbers by the sound of it. The Concessions Supervisor lifted a finger to her lips, whispering, "They react to sound."

Just about everyone in the Stand had cell phones, and most of them had contacted family or friends the night before. Some had found comfort in learning that others for whom they cared were safe; others were unable to make contact; and still others found out that they'd lost someone close to them.

She flashed her cell phone and pointed to the Bluetooth headphones now hanging around her neck and told them, "Listen, I've been listening to the news. This thing -- they're calling it the Dead Rising -- it's happening everywhere! They say the whole city is overrun by these things. There's no where for us to go."

"Whaddaya mean, there's no where to go?" one of the others asked. "If there's no where to go--"

"We stay here," Connie said firmly. She gestured her hands about her. "We have food, we have water. Hell, we got beer."

"You mean we're gonna stay in here? In the concession stand?"

"No, we stay in the stadium," Connie corrected. "Like I said, I've been listening to the news, and I've learned a few things about these things. First, like I said, they react to sound. So, if we're quiet, they'll move away from us eventually. Second, they eat the Living. That's us! That's kind of a gimme by now I think, but I thought I would mention it again because if we are quiet, they'll leave the stadium and then we can lock the gates and we're safe."

When Connie hesitated, someone asked expectantly, "And third?"

Well, that's the interesting news," Connie told them. "Yes, most of them are moving away, out of the stadium. But the stadium is somewhat of a labyrinth in certain places, and there's a lot of doors and many of those are closed and from what I'm hearing on the news, these things -- these Dead -- don't operate door handles very well."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that there are a lot of the Dead stuck here," Connie said with a shrug of her shoulders, "and the only way to get rid of them is to kill them."

"You want us to kill all these people?" someone asked with shock.

"They aren't people anymore," Connie said. "They're monsters. They're cannibals. They'll kill and eat each and everyone of us us if we don't kill them first. There is no choice, at least not until they figure out some way to make this all better."

Yolanda Sanchez, who is in the National Guard Infantry, quickly announced, "I got no problem killing these fuckers."

Others chimed in with similar responses, to which Connie said, "So, we'll wait a bit longer, then go hunting the Dead."

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OOC: Amy, you can take control of all 8 characters now.
 
"Well, kill them later or kill them now," Harry said softly, "I gotta pee. Not later. Now. What's your plan for that?"

"We clear the hall," Kendall told the former Army Infantryman without hesitation. He looked between the others saying, "Hey, I gotta go, too, so I've been thinking about this while you were talking."

Connie, knowing where the Security Guard was going, added, "At the end of the hall are a set of doors. We can close those to keep those things out, those Dead. But, there's gonna be Dead inside the hallway, too."

"How do we kill them?" one of the others asked.

"You have to kill their brain," Connie said. She explained that on the radio they'd said that it appeared the only way to kill a Dead was to pierce its skull, either with a bullet or a sharp object. "Kill the brain, kill the Dead."

"How we gonna do that?"

Kendall pulled his pistol from his holster and flashed it, but Connie reminded them, "Noise draws them."

Harry stood, looked around, and found what he'd expected to find: a big knife. He snatched it up and asked, "Got anymore of these?"

Connie stood as well and found 3 more of them. Looking around at the rest of the group, she asked hesitantly, "Who thinks they have it in them to put one of these into a person's skull?"

She saw the looks in their eyes, then clarified as she held the eight inch long steel blade up to her temple, point first. "You have to get close and sink this thing into their skull."

"Eye socket," the 18 year old Leigh offered as she stood up and gestured for one of the blades. Her martial arts training had led to other little tidbits about self defense and killing, and she explained herself, "If you sink that into someone's temple, you might not be able to withdraw it again. It'll stick. It's hard to get it through the skull, but it'll be hard to get it out, too. Also, it might break. Those are good knifes, but a head it hard. It's supposed to be. Go into the eye, and you'll penetrate the brain."

Some of them looked about to the others; there was a combination of questioning as to whether Leigh was right and horror that they were even talking about this. Harry said, "Gimme one of those."

Kendall holstered his pistol and said, "Me, too."

Connie handed out the knives, then said, "Honestly guys, I'm not entirely sure that I can do it."

Yolanda stood and waggled a hand for a knife. "Gimme. I can."

Robert stood as well, saying, "I would rather have my bat, but, I can do this, I think."

"Are we really doing this just so he--" someone started, nodding a head toward Harry, "--can go to the bathroom?"

Connie said, "No, not just that. But, we need to begin this."

"Begin what?"

"Clearing the dead from the stadium," Connie explained. "We're gonna be stuck here for a long time, I think. We have enough food and water in here for quite a while, but do you really want to live with seven other people on less than a hundred square feet of concrete with no blankets, beds, chairs, whatever while listening to that?"

She pointed an extended finger at the window coverings, where the Dead had begun responding to the conversation that had risen from a whisper to regular volume. Connie went on, we have to begin getting rid of those things and finding stuff we need."

Vicki -- whose husband had been killed by a Dead right in front of here the previous afternoon -- began sobbing. She said in a whisper, "I just wanna go home."

"And you will," Connie told her, "but not today. Today, we're going to reclaim a hallway and the bathroom and store room that comes off of it. And then we're going to figure out what to do next after that, and then after that, and then after that until finally, you are back home."

They spoke about the plan some more, and Yolanda, Kendall, Harry, and Robert burst out into the hallway with their knives in hand:

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How I see this unfolding:
  • If it appeared that they could get the doors shut and begin clearing the Dead, they would stick to the task; if it appeared they would be overwhelmed, they would continue onward.
  • Regarding the combatants:
    • Robert, the 20 year old baseball player, has the killer instinct, though, that was always applicable to beating others on the playing field, not actually killing people. I am confident that he can do this, though, a seriously traumatic killing might affect him a bit.
    • Yolanda is National Guard and spent 2 years in Syria as Security for a refugee camp. She's never killed anyone, but she's been been trained in hand-to-hand with knives, she's been shot at by enemy combatants, and she's nearly been killed by a mortar shell that struck near her. She should be good with this I think.
    • Harry definitely has the killer instinct. He was a high school and college line backer who took down his share of players to get at the ball, and he has taken lives in combat as an Army sniper. He's got this!
    • And Kendall was a Marine before he was a cop, and he saw combat as well. As an Marine MP, he has used his hand-to-hand to subdue suspects, and even though he's never told anyone this before, he has killed a man with his own knife after taking it from him during a struggle. He's got this, too.
  • If it looks like someone's going to be killed, they'll pull back to the concession stand.
 
Hit Bonuses without descriptions:
  • Harold "Harry" Richardson, +6:
  • Kendall Howard, +6: armed with a 9mm pistol.
  • Robert Cramer, +5:
  • Yolanda Sanchez, +4:
  • Leigh Parker, +3:
  • Alexandra "Alexa" Amani, +1:
  • Connie Taylor, N/A:

Harold throws open the door and looks outside:
  • The west-east running hallway is 30 feet long, 10 feet wide, with the Concession Stand door dead center on the south side.
  • The east (right) end of hallway leads out into the concourse and has heavy, double fire doors, the ones Connie wants to close and lock. They open out into the concourse and will likely need to be barricaded as well as locked. (Connie has the key, enabling her to access the Stand when she comes to work.)
  • To the west (left) on the same side of the hall is the double doors to the store room. They open into the hallway.
  • To the west (left) on the opposite side of the hallway are the 2 restrooms. They have doors, too, but these are only shut during non-crowd hours; currently they are open and privacy to the bathroom is provided by a switchback maze entrance, which I'm sure you understand.

Harold immediately sees 6 Dead to the right, 4 to the left; there is the possibility of more in the restrooms.

FOR YOU:
  • Decide to attack or withdraw.
  • If attacking, do so per the rules I PM'd you, the Hit Bonuses above, and the online d20 roller.
  • Note: Switching the "modifiers" on the website to fit each of the PC's Hit Bonus is a pain in the ass and simply not worth the effort. Don't do it: simply add the Hit Bonuses in your head.)
  • To get the hallway doors closed, you must kill the 6 dead to the right in less than 10 attacks total. If you reach 10 attacks, roll d20/2-5 for additional Dead that reach the hallway, Dead which must also be killed to close the doors.
  • You may disengage and retreat at any time, rolling a d20>5 for each PC. (Failure to roll >5 results in another attack roll, after which you can then again roll for retreat.)
  • You may post the rolls and results, or you may simply write the action in dramatic form. It might be too much effort to post all the numbers, and really it doesn't matter to the story. Just kill or be killed, then tell your story; I don't need a blow by blow.
  • If at any point, you feel you need to stop to allow me to respond, do so.
  • If you finish off all of the Dead in the hallway, roll 1d20/2-5 for additional Dead in the bathrooms.
  • Once the hallway doors are cleared and barricaded and the hall and bathrooms are cleared, this space is yours!
  • Write it up, post it, take a rest!
 
Hit Bonuses:
  • Harry, +6:
  • Kendall, +6: -- armed with a 9mm pistol, also.
  • Robert, +5:
  • Yolanda, +4:
  • Leigh, +3:
  • "Alexa", +1:
  • Connie, N/A:

Harry pauses to look right, then left. Have the Dead noticed them yet? d20=7; yes! One after another, the Dead slowly turn to face him, as if they are of one mind. Or I'd that just his imagination?

His stomach rolls over anxiously at the true realization of what they are about to do: kill Dead creatures who just yesterday were their friends, family, neighbors, and others, with others still meaning other Human Beings!

Worse yet, the Dead are going to try to kill them -- and eat them. He looks back to Kendall -- whose 9mm is still holstered because of the fear that the noise will attract more dead -- and points to the left. He says, "You and Robert! Yolanda, your with me!"

He surges out at the nearest Dead and -- without hesitation -- stabs the big butcher knife right at the Dead's left eye, sinking it almost to the hilt. The Dead's eerie, guttural, animalistic growling ceases, the creature freezes, and it drops to its knees.

Harry jerks the knife out and watched as the Dead simply falls backward to the concrete floor, dead once more. He hesitates a moment, but another Dead is reaching out for him with grasping hands. He strikes again, sending another Dead to the ground.

Behind him, Kendall and Robert each do as they'd been instructed: 2 more Dead get big blades through their eyes, go silent, then collapse to the floor.

Beside Harry, the only female in the hallway jabbed her knife at her target's eye socket. The blade doesn't fully sink into the Dead's skull, and the creature's hands flail before it, grasping for Yolanda. But she gives the handle a second shove; it penetrates, and down the Dead goes.

Harry, Kendall, and Robert are again on the attack as the remaining Dead close in: the first two men again send Dead to the concrete, but the last misses his target's vision hole, instead sinking the knife's top into the creature's check bone.

The knife doesn't immediately come out, and when it finally does its only because Robert had the thought of pulling it hard to the side, snapping off the top. The broken blade still penetrates the Dead's eye socket on the second stab, though, killing it.

By now, the adrenaline is flowing like water over Niagra Falls. The growling of the Dead is now mixed with the excited sounds of the Living fighters.

Things take an ugly turn, though, as Yolanda's next attack is a failure, as are both Kendall and Robert's in the other direction. Yolanda is overwhelmed by the attacking Dead, who has grasped her and toppled her to the ground.

Harry is right there, though, striking once, then again, with the second attack sinking his blade up into the back of the Dead's brain.

But tragedy has befallen Kendall: two Dead had ganged up on him, and fight as he tried, one of them ripped into his forearm with its teeth, tearing out a chunk of meat.

Robert came to Kendall's aid, though, killing one of his attackers, then the second. But by then, the damage is done: he's been bit.

The 4 off them slam the hallway doors shut. The dead are slamming against it, so they find something in the store room to blush it

Two more Dead emerge from a bathroom, and Harry and Robert attack them. Both Dead Are killed. Yolanda, over her panic at almost being dead herself, hurries to Kendall, who is crying out in pain. "C'mon, let's get you to the Stand, too clean and bandage this.

With the fight over, the bathrooms and storage rooms are cleared, and the Living begin to inventory.

(OOC: I think this is right. )

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Rolled 1 D20: 7 | Rolls: 7
Rolled 1 D20: 16 | Rolls: 16
Rolled 1 D20: 13 | Rolls: 13
Rolled 1 D20: 10 | Rolls: 10
Rolled 1 D20: 19 | Rolls: 19
Rolled 1 D20: 11 | Rolls: 11
Rolled 1 D20: 19 | Rolls: 19
Rolled 1 D20: 19 | Rolls: 19
Rolled 1 D20: 4 | Rolls: 4
Rolled 1 D20: 11 | Rolls: 11
Rolled 1 D20: 1 | Rolls: 1
Rolled 1 D20: 1 | Rolls: 1
Rolled 1 D20: 6 | Rolls: 6
Rolled 1 D20: 5 | Rolls: 5
Rolled 1 D20: 8 | Rolls: 8
Rolled 1 D20: 7 | Rolls: 7
Rolled 1 D20: 2 | Rolls: 2
Rolled 1 D20: 5 | Rolls: 5
Rolled 1 D20: 10 | Rolls: 10
Rolled 1 D20: 17 | Rolls: 17
Rolled 1 D20: 7 | Rolls: 7
Rolled 1 D20: 20 | Rolls: 20
Rolled 1 D20: 14 | Rolls: 14
Rolled 1 D20: 12 | Rolls: 12
 
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Hit Bonuses:
  • Harry, +7: (now carrying Kendall's 9mm Beretta.)
  • Kendall, +7: -- INFECTED (Feb 2nd)
  • Robert, +6:
  • Yolanda, +5:
  • Leigh, +3:
  • "Alexa", +1:
  • Connie, N/A:

OOC: That post was great!

Note: I increased Hit Bonuses for all 4, even the infected Kendall.

Vicki comes to Kendall's side immediately, calling for a First Aid kit. It turns out that she had once been a Nurse, before being married. She cleans the wound and bandages it, asking others, "What does this mean? Does it mean he's infected? Is he going to become--?"

She doesn't finish her inquiry; she can't even speak the words. The others' expressions answer Vicki's question, though.

Connie suggests inventorying the stock room as a way to get their minds off Kendall. It will take hours, but in the end, they will learn they have enough food, water, and beer to last them quite sometime.

(OOC: I am on my phone and don't want to do a long list on it. I will do it when I get home.)

Kendall is starting to show symptoms after just a handful of hours: fever, body aches, exhaustion; disorientation, pale skin, sweats, and eventually death after just 5 hours are on their way.

What do you do now?
 
Hit Bonuses:
  • Harry, +7 (now carrying Kendall's 9mm Beretta.)
  • Kendall, +7 -- INFECTED (Feb 2nd)
  • Robert, +6
  • Yolanda, +5
  • Leigh, +3
  • "Alexa", +1
  • Connie, N/A
  • Vicki, N/A -- We forgot her; I gave her a N/A Bonus

Vicki Evans had been a homemaker for the past 4 years of her 28 years, but before that she'd been an Emergency Room Trauma Nurse. She hears Kendall's screams from outside the Concession Stand and knows in an instant that someone has been bitten.

When they lead the still standing but obviously shocked former college basketball player back to the Stand, his tall, strong, masculine nature is gone; his face is filled with pain, anguish, and fear.

She calls for a First Aid kit, clean cloth rags, and hot water. Cutting away his shirt's sleeve, Vicki grimaces. The wound reminds her of some of the dog bites she's seen in the past, and she can't believe that a Human Being has done this.

"Pain killers," Kendall begs even as he is still being cleaned and bandaged. Someone finds Tylenol in the First Aid Kit, but he only responds, "Really?"

"My purse," Yolanda says, pointing to where it is hanging from a hook on the back wall near the coats. "Unlabeled medicine bottle in the inside pocket."

Leigh finds the bottle, spills out a couple of tablets, then gives the Latina a questioning look: they are opioids in a non-original bottle, the sure sign of either an addict or a pusher. Yolanda says softly, "Later, right now, just give me two of them."

Yolanda gives the pair of tablets to Kendall with a beer, which he was also growling to be served. Soon, he is sitting back in a corner, finishing his beer while trying not to look at those who are trying not to look at him. Everyone knows Kendall's infected and that there's nothing they can do for him short of making him more comfortable on his way to a horrific death.

Connie suggests inventorying the stock rooms as a way to get their minds off their dying comrade. Yolanda asked, "And the refer and freezer, too?"

"They're not on this hall," Connie tells the relatively new Concession Stand worker. "They're on the next hall over."

She looks to Harry, who has taken somewhat of a leadership role, and asks, "Do we want to take another hallway?"

She points to the second Concession Stand door, adding, "There walk-in refrigerator and freezer are on that hallway."

"Not right now," Harry says, looking at Kendall. "I think this one hallway and what it gets us was enough for one day, considering the loss. Right now, I think we need to see what we have that will make us more comfortable: bedding material, more clothes -- I heard some of you were cold last night -- and weapons."

"You got a gun," someone points out.

"Yeah, and we already saw what happens when you make noise around those things," Harry reminded them. "We need things like spears, so we can skewer them from a safe distance."

"Do they have to be skewered?" someone asked. "Or is bashing their heads enough?" When he asked why that mattered, the inquisitor said, "Because there's two or three or ten cases of wooden bats in the storeroom left over from Bat Day."

Vicki and Yolanda stayed with Kendall, and the others headed for the Supply Room to take inventory.
 
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When Connie stood inside the Supply Room and looked around herself, it seemed to empty. PK Park had a max capacity of 4,000 fans. Yesterday's game had only been a pre-season exhibition, but College Baseball had become a major thing in Eugene now that the Football team -- so unstoppable for so many years -- had taken a massive dive in recent seasons

Because of this, yesterday's attendance had been expected to be close to 3,000, and it most certainly had been. Management had enlisted some of the Brainiacs in the U of O's math and sciences departments to come up with an algorithm that would guess-timate how many hot dogs and beers and ice cream cones, etc., would be sold on any one game day, taking into account the day of the week and date of the month, the current weather expectations, the current economic situation, the date relative to the majority of paydays amongst the middle class, the current performance records of both the home team and visitors, and much more.

For yesterday's game, that number had turned out to be close to 2,000 sales of food items, beverage items, and other items, generally referred to as treats. Connie had looked at the register totals and found that they'd sold between 1,300 and 1,700 items in each category, which had been pretty close to expectations.

However, because some of the items weren't perishables, the Stadium had bought them in higher quantities than was necessary for just this game. When she got done crunching the numbers, she found that there was almost exactly 1,000 servings each of food, beverage, and other, aka treats.

"There's 8 of us," Connie told the others as they stood in the Supply Room. She hadn't wanted to mention that Kendall wouldn't count after tomorrow or so, so she left the number of consumers at the current number. "If my math is correct ... that's a lot of food and drink."

"Perishables?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, there's that," Connie agreed. The bread and milk will be the first to go back. If we can secure the hallway with the fridge and freezer, we can move some of the perishables from here to there, and they'll last a lot longer."

"We still have power," someone pointed out, adding, "that might not remain so, though."

Harry spoke up again, "The park has a generator. I know, 'cause last year we had that blackout during the game with U-Dub, and they fired up the diesel to light the station for early fan exit. I would imagine it turns on automatically in the case of a power outage, but we need to find out. And the only way to do that, of course--"
Robert chimed in, "Is to clear a path from here to there. Anyone know where it is?" Connie had an Employee's handbook map of the stadium, and after they'd looked it over, Robert pointed out the obvious: "We'd pretty much have to clear out all of those fuckers."

"Isn't someone going to come save us?" someone asked. "I mean, there's the national guard and the army and the marines and the frickin' Boy Scouts. Someone's gonna come, right?"

The expressions all around lent a negative answer to the question. Connie said, "I think we're on our own, at least for now. So, we might as well begin thinking long term."

"Instead of killing them all, can't we just lure them outside," Alexa asked. "I mean, you said they're attracted to sound, right? So, I'm thinking there's probably about a thousand cars out there in the parking lot with car alarms."

The others looked at each other, and the unspoken consensus was that the pretty Iranian was a genius. Connie proposed they find a way to get someone to the parking lot to begin setting off car alarms in lots all around the stadium. They hadn't made a decision before returning to the Concession Stand, though, and when Kendall heard what they were planning on doing, he said quickly, "I'll do it."

When some of the others argued against it, he pointed out, "I'm fucking dead already. I might as well try to save the rest of you while I'm in the process of kicking the bucket."

There was more discussion, argument, and even tears until it was finally decided that Kendall would instead run about the stadium to lure the Dead away from the Concession Stand, after which Robert, Harry, and Yolanda would slip out to the parking lot, then return again after accomplishing their goal.

OOC: Okay, set it up, Tim.
 
To Harry, there seemed to be a lot of food in the Supply Room, what the group would soon begin calling the Pantry. And when Connie said there were thousands of servings, it sounded to him like a heavenly situation. But then she began speaking about perishables, and someone else asked about losing power now that the world outside the stadium's walls was dying a slow, vicious death.

He spoke about the generator. He had more than enough skill to keep it running if they could only get to it. Robert spoke about clearing the path to it, and Alexa spoke of simply luring them away. "Smart girl," he told the 24 year old. Turning to the Concession Stand's supervisor, he said, "Let's look at that map, Connie."

They only had one hard copy of the very detailed map of the stadium, but they had a whole box of paper versions of the...


Harry turned the Fan Map to orient it correctly: if you were to look from home plate to dead center field, you'd be looking due southeast. The Concession Stand was located directly below Box Seat Section 3.

Almost all of the various store rooms -- except the walk-in fridge and freezer -- had two doors, for fire safety. They planned a route, but -- of course -- they couldn't know what they might find in the way of Dead along the way:
  • Concession Stand to Pantry front entrance: Zero Dead.
  • Pantry back entrance to a supposedly secured Employee Only hallway: d20-15.
  • Hallway to Main Office back entrance, for which Kendall has a key: d20-10.
  • Main Office front entrance to a secured, fenced, side walkway: d20-14.
  • Gate at the other end to the parking lot: Holy Crap! Let's just see if you get that far.
 
OOC: As per your very astute observations, Amy -- regarding the relative location of the parking lot to the Concession Stand -- I have rewritten below the plan in the previous post to be more realistic. (It was early when I wrote it and I had had no coffee. I'm surprised I could see the laptop keys.)

Harry's thoughts and conversation in the post above is still good and is copied below. There are 2 significant changes:
  • One bit of text in bolded red.
  • And everything that follows that red text.


To Harry, there seemed to be a lot of food in the Supply Room, what the group would soon begin calling the Pantry. And when Connie said there were thousands of servings, it sounded to him like a heavenly situation. But then she began speaking about perishables, and someone else asked about losing power now that the world outside the stadium's walls was dying a slow, vicious death.

He spoke about the generator. He had more than enough skill to keep it running if they could only get to it. Robert spoke about clearing the path to it, and Alexa spoke of simply luring them away. "Smart girl," he told the 24 year old. Turning to the Concession Stand's supervisor, he said, "Let's look at that map, Connie."

They only had one hard copy of the very detailed map of the stadium, but they had a whole box of paper versions of the...


Harry turned the Fan Map to orient it correctly: if you were to look from home plate to dead center field, you'd be looking due southeast, and just beyond the left and center field wall were the cars about which Alexa had spoken..

"Okay, we're here," he began, pointing to the Box Seat Section 3, under which the Concession Stand was located. "What we have to do is get from here to the Pantry, out the Pantry's back door to this Employee Only hallway, which shouldn't have many people in it (d20-15), then to the Main Office's back entrance"

"I have a key for that," Kendall said; he had been working as Park Security, of course.

"There's gonna be people in the Main Office," Connie said (d20-10).

Harry acknowledged that, then continued to describe a route that would take them down another hall, then a fenced in path, then an exit to the picnic area--

"Not a chance!" Connie said. She turned on the monitor that was typically in used to allow those fans in the Concession line to keep up on what was happening on the field. She tapped a button on the remote control and the West Picnic Area appeared; it was flooded with the Dead. "No one's going that way and coming back."

"I have a much better idea," Robert cut in. When they all looked to him, he was smiling wide. "Get me to the roof."

"Why the hell would you want to go to the roof?"

Robert showed his cohort one of the souvenir baseballs he'd picked up in the Pantry, saying, "Find me a bat, and I can put as many of these as you can get me into the parking lot from up there."

Smiles and verbal acknowledgments to the new plan abounded, and Harry and Connie went back to studying the map for a route:
  • Concession Stand to the Pantry: Zero Dead.
  • Pantry's back door to the Employee Only Hallway: d20-15.
  • EOH to a stairway for Employees and Box Holders Only: d20-9.
  • Upper Concourse to yet another Employees Only Hallway: d20-5.
  • EOH to Roof access: d20-15. (Sometimes, media personnel are allowed to film from a secured roof walkway.)

Once they concluded who would go, Connie said, "Everyone come with me." She took them to the Pantry and handed them each push brooms. Someone asked, "What the hell?" Connie unscrewed the handle from the broom in her hands, then used a very sharp butcher knife to begin sharpening the end. Everyone understood.

OOC: The sharpened broom handles increase the Warriors' Hit Bonuses by 2 and the others by 1. You get to choose who goes on this mission: you only need Robert and someone to carry a bucket of balls, but you can have as much protections as you want, obviously.
 
"Get me to the roof."

Robert's suggestion surprises everyone. It also delights them as only a baseball player would have thought of it.

"So, who's going to be part of the Assault Team?" someone asks while the group is sharpening their broom stick spears. The questioner shrugs, saying, "We gotta call it something. Might as well call it that?"

From the doorway of the Pantry, a voice no one expects to speak these words says, "I'm in. I'll be part of the Assault Team."

It's Kendall. Immediately, the infected man is confronted with arguments saying he shouldn't. But Kendall counters, "I'm gonna die, and those fuckers killed me. Let me help you beat them back. Don't worry, I'm not going out there to commit suicide. But, it's not like they can infect me twice. I feel fine. I'm going, and you can't stop me."

Kendall doesn't look fine, of course; he has a chuck of meat missing from his forearm, and he's showing the pain and exhaustion from the sickness building within him. But Harry hands out a broomstick and a butcher knife, saying, "Make it sharp, buddy."

Once they are ready, the Assault team moves to the Pantry's second door, listens -- hearing Dead on the other side -- and surge out in order (with adjusted Hit Bonuses:
  • Harry, +9
  • Yolanda, +7
  • Robert, +8
  • Leigh, +4
  • Kendall, +7 -- Unchanged because he is INFECTED, but he also has his Beretta back from Harry, just in case.

Remaining to guard the Pantry's back door after the others leave:
  • Alexa, +2
  • Connie, +1
  • Vicki, +1

What happens:
  • The group is happily surprised to find only 1 Dead in the Employee Only Hallway.
  • Harry levels his broomstick spear at the Dead's head as it turns for him and strikes. The spear goes deep into the Dead's head and he falls, dead again.
  • The head for the door to the stairway to the Suites. After listening for Dead and hearing none, they open the door and find only dead Dead; two of the creatures have bullet holes in their foreheads and their brains are sprayed all over the walls and steps.
  • Quietly, they ascend the stairs to the Upper Concourse, again listening at a closed door. Here, Harry looks back with a concerned expression. "We got a problem."
  • Kendall pushes his way to the top of the stairs, grasping the handle and telling Harry quietly, "I got this!"
  • Harry tries to talk Kendall out of it, but the man tells him, "I'm the best man to lead this shit show."
  • Harry hesitates, but then releases his hold on the door handle. Kendall looks to the others, smiles weakly, and -- looking between the two females -- says with humor, "One of ya'll is gonna have a kid one of these days because of my incredible heroism here today. Since it wasn't me that put that child in ya -- which I'll admit, I did fantasize about, with both of you -- I'll be expecting you to name that child after me. Kendall's good for a boy or girl, after all."
  • Before anyone can say anything about Kendall's obvious feeling that he's not going to live through this, he throws the door open and surges toward the first of what will turn out to be 13 Dead![/i]
    [*]Right off the bat, it appears as if Kendall's courage will be for naught: he completely misses the Dead's head when he stabs his spear at it, and both that Dead and another close on him, getting their hands on him.
    [*]But the other Living surge into the concourse and stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, and stab, Dead are dropping like flies.
    [*]Kendall is screaming out a battle cry as he hurries forward, killing yet another Dead. Then, tragedy, one of the creatures surprises him, grabbing hold of him and biting deep into his neck. Blood sprays all about, from Kendall and then from the Dead, who is quickly killed by one of the others.
    [*]The battle continues, and while one of the Assault Team members is taken to the ground, the Dead doing the attacking gets a broom stick through its temple.
    [*]And then, with the exception of heavy breaths of exertion and fearful excitement, the battle is over.
    [*]Harry ensures that everyone is okay. He goes to Kendall, who is very much dead. He orders the others to go to the next target door, kneels down over the man who would have become a good friend to him if things had gone differently, then inconspicuously puts his spear into the man's temple. He sees a coat discarded nearby and lays it over Kendall's head, then joins the others. "We'll mourn him properly later. Right now, let's keep on keepin' on.
    [*]They listen for Dead as they had previously, but there is only total silence. They open the door, enter the hallway, find the stairs to the roof, and get there to find no Dead there either.
    [*]"Play ball," Harry says to Robert.
    [*]They find good footing near the edge of the roof, and Robert bats one ball after another after another out into the parking lot.
    [*]As expected, the balls strike cars and alarms begin sounding.
    [*]"Is it working?" someone asks.
    [*]"It is," Harry says.
    [*]They all sit down on the edge of the roof with their feet hanging over. No one knew this, but -- anticipating success -- Leigh had filled a backpack with individual bags of chips and bottles of beer.
    [*]They sit down to 2 beers each and watch the Dead funneling out of two openings in the outfield fence that had been opened by some person during the previous day's mayhem.
    [*]Some of the alarms are ceasing, so Robert bats another dozen balls out over the ball field.
    [*]Harry says, "We should go down and see if some of them are stuck and can't get out. PK Park can be a bit of a maze sometimes, even for a person who isn't a mindless cannibal.
    [*]"I'll stay up here until they're all gone," Robert says, to which Yolanda says, "I'll stay with him."
    [*]The others finish their beers and head back.
    [*]Reaching Kendall, they lift him and take him with them to the Pantry, where they will decide what to do with him.



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Emotions are expectedly high when the 5 Living return to the Pantry Hallway (as we will call it now). The loss of Kendall is tragic and heart felt; all 4 of the female Living were familiar with him from their work at PK Park, and -- truth be told -- there had likely been a lot of sexual fantasies amongst the three that had included the tall hunk of a man.

"What do we do with him?" was the first question asked, of course.

"The freezer," Harry says, having already thought about it on the way down from the upper levels. "We have to retake the hallway on the other side of the Concession Stand. We can put Kendall in there until we can provide him with a proper burial."

He looks to the others -- particularly Connie -- for a response.

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Meanwhile, up on the roof, Robert continues to occasionally whack a baseball out over the ball field into the parking lot, setting off car alarms. It is amazing just how many Dead there are in the stadium after more than 24 hours. "They eat people, so, wouldn't they have gone out into the city already to look for dinner?"

The sun was falling behind them when the last of the two 5 gallon buckets of balls became empty. While they'd been hitting balls and talking about the world -- pre- and post-Dead Rising -- the 20 year old Robert had been giving the 4 years older Yolanda inconspicuous glances. She was a frickin' doll, and despite the current world situation -- the current end of the world situation -- he couldn't help but fantasize about getting naked with her.

As they stood to leave, he risked it, asking, "Yolanda, would you like to have dinner with me?"

Immediately, Robert realized how stupid that sounded; he blushed and laughed nervously, clarifying, "What I mean is ... tonight sometime, or tomorrow, or whenever, would you be interested in finding a quieter, more private location to sit with me and eat some food? Maybe have a beer and talk about life, away from the others?"
 
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Emotions are expectedly high when the 5 Living return to the Pantry Hallway (as we will call it now). The loss of Kendall is tragic and heart felt; all 4 of the female Living were familiar with him from their work at PK Park, and -- truth be told -- there had likely been a lot of sexual fantasies amongst the three that had included the tall hunk of a man.

"What do we do with him?" was the first question asked, of course.

"The freezer," Harry says, speaking of taking control of the other hallway on which is the only suitable place to keep a dead body

"I agree," Connie says. She was thinking more about the food in the refrigerator and freezer and food she wanted to put in them than she was about putting Kendall in either of them. Still, she said, "We owe this to him. He sacrificed himself for us."

Just as they had with the other hallway, they planned on rushing out, splitting up left and right, and killing anything already Dead. They didn't know how many creatures were out there, and they didn't want to unnecessarily risk anyone. So, they surged out one after another in this order and attacked:
  • Harry, +9
  • Yolanda, +7
  • Robert, +8
  • Leigh, +4
  • Alexa, +2
  • Connie, +1
  • Vicki, +1

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Up on the roof, Robert made his proposal for dinner to Yolanda. She found his shyness cute, but it was his handsome face and great bod' that caused her to move right up to him and engage him in a long, wet, passionate kiss with hands grasping hungrily at one another.

"I wanna fuck you so bad," Yolanda told Robert firmly when their mouths finally separated. Then, she backed away, adding, "But not while I'm covered in blood and brains."

She set one of the empty buckets inside the other, picked up the pair, smiled to the ball player, and headed for the roof access door.
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OOC: Small little error: Robert and Alexa can't be in the Assault Team; they're on the roof. No biggie; I knew what you were doing.)

Harry peeks through the second door and sees -- 1d20 -8 = -2 ... a Living person!

He looks left and right in disbelief, but he's seeing correctly -- d20 = 12: just an average looking woman standing in an otherwise empty hallway.

(OOC: Amy, 12 is a midrange female number: Zero is incredible Male, 20 is an incredible woman. Create a new character who is kind of average in most ways.)

"Are you okay?" Harry asks. "Are you injured? Are you bit?"

Even add she is responding, Harry is hurrying to the closed doors to ensure they are secure. Someone is already peppering her with questions.

"Connie, the fridge and freezer appear to be yours," Harry tells the Supervisor. Her looks to the others, saying, "Let's get our friend."
 
"Connie, the fridge and freezer appear to be yours," Harry said. "Let's get our friend."

They gathered Kendall from the Pantry Hallway, carried him through the Concession Stand, and cleared a shelf in the Freezer to serve as his temporary resting place. They covered him with a promotional banner from the Pantry, said some words over him, paused for a moment of silence, then went to work transferring food from the pantry to the Fridge to preserve them longer.

Connie employed the others in performing a full inventory of the Concession Stand, the Pantry, the Fridge, and the Freezer. As expected, there were approximately 1,000 servings of Food, Beverage, and other Treats, including:

Food Items: Inventory as of Feb 2 = 1,000
  • Hot Dogs
  • Sausages
  • Chicken Corn Dog
  • Pizza
  • Burger
  • Vegan Burger
  • Grilled Cheese Sandwiches
  • BBQ Chicken Sandwich
  • Chicken Tenders
  • Tacos
  • Burrito
  • Chili w/ cheese
  • Rice
  • Beans
  • Nachos (Chip/Cheese/Salsa)
  • Curly Fries
  • Onion Rings

Drink Items: Inventory as of Feb 2 = 1,000
  • Bottled Water
  • Juice
  • Red Bull
  • Milk, pints
  • Coffee
  • Cocoa
  • Black Tea
  • Hot Chocolate
  • Draft Beer
  • Wine
  • Hard Cider

Treat Items: Inventory as of Feb 2 = 1,000
  • Pretzel
  • Chips
  • Candy
  • Peanuts
  • Deep Fried Snicker’s Bar or Twinkie
  • Churros
  • Popcorn
  • Ice Cream Bars
  • Ice Cream, Pints
  • Popsicle
  • Frozen Lemonade
  • Strawberry Smoothies

"We're gonna eat like kings in the beginning," Connie told the others, "because some of this needs to be eaten before it goes bad. But later, if things out there don't get better--"

"If someone doesn't come to save us, you mean," someone interrupted.

"Yeah, if this shit remains shitty and we end up stuck here," Connie agreed, "then we're gonna run out of food, water, beer, etc."

"Why can't we garden what we need?" Vicki asked. When the others looked to her, she explained, "My husband and I--"

She hesitated, drawing a deep anxious breath; the day before, she'd watched the Dead kill and rip her husband apart before she was swept up in the crowd running for the Lower Concourse, after which she was drug into the Concession Stand by none other than the now gone Kendall.

"We have a half of an acre where we grew almost all of our food," Vicki went on. "We were just inside the City Limits, so we weren't allowed to have any large animals, but we had chickens, duck, and rabbits. Between our vegie garden, berry vines, fruit trees, and small animals, we nearly fed ourselves year round. We could grow food right out there on the field."

"No, it's artificial turf," someone interjected, asking, "Isn't it?"

"No, it's not," Harry chimed in. "It's a special kind of grass, real grass. But really, that's not what important. What's important is what's underneath it: dirt, real dirt. It's not going to be the best in the world, the most fertile, but we can dig up the grass to put in vegetable plots that we can augment with compost and--"

"Wait a second!" Robert cut in. "You guys are talking like we're gonna be here forever. I'm not! I'm gonna get my ass back to Spokane as fast and as soon as I can. I'm not staying here to raise goats and pick berries or whatever it is that you're talking about doing here. I thought we were gonna kill these fuckers and get the hell out of here."

"And go where?" Harry asked. "You were on the roof. You saw what was out there: hundred, thousands of those things. Hell, there's so many of them that they're still strolling out of the left field gate toward the parking lot, and its been hours."

"Listen," Connie interrupted. "We're just talking about options here. We have to think short term and long term at the same time. Short term, we kill the Dead and secure the stadium, so that we are safe. And we have to get control over the Emergency Diesel Generator Room, in case the power goes out, which I'm sure it will do at some point.

"Long term, we think about what it's going to take to keep us alive if we are never able to leave here. We grow our own food. We raise animals. There was an article in the Eugene Register-Guard just a couple of days ago about some of the urban farmers and ranchers who don't live far from this very campus. If we can get their stock animals, we can breed them and raise them and have milk and meat and eggs."

She looked to Robert. "I know you want to go home, and I understand that. I want to go home. We all want to go home. And no one's going to stop you if you want to leave, right?"

Connie addressed that question toward Harry, as he'd stepped up to be very much a leader in the group. Harry shook his head, agreeing with Connie, and she continued, "Right now, though, we have work to do, and that work includes getting out to the gates on the fields and closing them, then taking back the rest of the stadium."

She looked to the newest member of their little group, smiled, and said, "But first, Patti, why don't you tell us more about yourself."

(OOC: Putting up another post in a moment for the new girl, but don't let that keep you from posting if you have something to add, perhaps a plan for getting to the gates and clearing the rest of the Dead?)
 
"I think we need to look at our original plan," Harry said after the new member of their community had introduced herself. (OOC: yeah, I know: not posted yet.) "The one where we went to the Main Office."

When asked why, he spoke of needing access to the Security Office, which had a door to the Main Office. "If we could use all the cameras, we could clear this place faster. Not only that, but we might find more Living people, like Patti."

OOC: If you want to do this, roll d20-5 for the Main Office Hallway and d20-8 for the Main Office itself. You also need to roll a 50/50 for each of the two doors to the Main Office being open. If either of them are open, another d20 Dead will come through each, one after another. They can be stopped if they are quickly assaulted, though, so reduce the number appropriately.
 
Introducing Patti Martelli -- former Navy Electrician's Mate.

Patricia "Patti" Martelli was a bit hesitant to talk about herself before the whole group. She'd always been on the introverted, shy side. But she mustered the courage.

"I was in the Navy, an Electrician Mate," she began. "6 years of that after I dropped out of my 2nd year of college. Been working for a company that just started installing solar panels. Still in training, but, I guess that's over."

The 5'4", 120 pound, blue eyed faux-blonde told them she was 36 years old and from Italian extraction. She didn't mention that she didn't see that it was a lesbian as it wasn't their business. She did tell them that she was an avid runner.

"Probably why I survived this," she told them. "I just kept running and dodging. I almost made it to the exit."
 
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"I think we need to look at our original plan ... The one where we went to the Main Office."

They discussed the value of having access to the Security Office's video surveillance, and the decision was made to take control of it. It was late in the day, and many of the team were exhausted, but there was fear that all of their hard work -- as well as the loss of Kendall -- would go to waste if they didn't act now.

Harry, +9 took charge, saying, "Only those who feel up to this, come with me."

Immediately, Yolanda, +7, Robert, +8, and Leigh, +4 said they were in. The other three -- Alexa, +2, Connie, +1, and Vicki, +1 -- as well as the new member, Pattie, -2, didn't speak up immediately, and just as one of the was about to, Harry said firmly, "That'll be enough. The three of you, you watch the hallways and doors, in case any of those things get behind us."

Harry knew that none of the Dead would; they'd cleared out the portions of the stadium into which they'd already ventured, and the doors were heavily secured, both by original design and addition barricades the Team had put up. But he knew they didn't want to go out with the Assault Squad again, and he himself didn't want to risk anyone who was tired or might hesitate.

"Let's do this," he said, leading the other four to as far as the Main Office Hallway. They listened and heard the low growling of the Dead. Harry used Kendall's key to the door, opened it, and surveyed: 7 Dead.

"We got this, just watch your back!" he said as he entered and stabbed his broom stick spear toward the nearest Dead's eye ball, sinking it deep into the creature's skull. As he pulled the weapon out and the Dead collapsed, he called to the others, "Keep it together, be smart, and watch each other's backs!"

The hallway was just wide enough for three of them to work side by side: Harry, Yolanda, and Robert, with Leigh backing them up from just a few feet back. Yolanda's first strike only glanced off a Dead's skull, but Robert killed her target. Harry and Yolanda killed two more easily, then it was Robert's turn to miss his target; Leigh saw this and called out, "I got him!" and sunk her spear into the Dead's face, sending it downward.

It took another 4 strikes to kill the last two, and once the growling noises had ended, the four took a moment. Harry said critically, "That fucking sucked! We have to be better than that, or one of us is going to be in the freezer next to Kendall."

They concluded their breather and talked about strategy. "We don't know whether or not the office is secure, so first thing we do when we enter, is look for the doors. If they are open, we fight our way to them and get them closed. They're heavy fire doors just like the ones at each end of this hallway, per Connie. Get'em closed, kill the dead in the room, look for hiders, and it's over. Yolanda, you're with me. Robert and Leigh. Work together, watch each other's backs. Ready?"

They moved to the next door, listened, and heard nothing at all. Harry didn't trust it, though, and opened the door slowly with his foot positioned to block it from opening more than a couple of inches if one of the Dead rushed it. Again, nothing. He whispered to the others what would become his maxim, "Watch your backs."

Harry threw the door open and stepped inside, and he immediately cried out in a combination of pain and shock -- as he was clubbed on the head! He backed up and pointed his spear, but stopped at the sight of yet another Living, a woman in her 20s or 30s maybe, wielding a pair of Oregon Ducks souvenir mini-bats.

(OOC: The d20-8 for people inside was -7, so I deemed that good for a lack of Dead, the closed doors, and the presence of a Living; and I rolled a d20=18 for the Living, thus a qualified female warrior. Did I do that right?)

The woman looked as shocked as Harry did, stepping back but keeping her weapons at the ready in a martial arts sort of stance. The first person to speak was Yolanda, who recognized the woman and called out, "Kiesha! It's alright! You're alright! It's me, Yolanda!"

Things calmed down quickly, and the new face exploded in joy as Kiesha surged forth and threw her arms around the familiar Park employee. She jumped into a ramble of how when everything went to shit she found herself trapped in here with three Dead; they were all on the floor of the office now, their heads beaten open by the blood-covered bats she had pulled from a box.

"They're all over outside," Kiesha said, pointing one of the bats towards the security windows of the Main Office. "I had no where to go. I slept here last night."

As the others did per Harry's instructions and searched the office and the Security Office for hiding Dead, Kiesha said, "The strangest fucking thing happened. Someone was hitting baseballs off the roof into the parking--"

"Me," Robert said. "That was me. Us actually."

They talked about the hitting practice and how it cleared out the dead. (Rolling d20=17.) Kiesha informed them, "I've been watching the video monitors. Nothing more to do, really. You were really clearing those things outta here, but I got some bad news. They're back."

No one really knew how many Dead there might have been left in the stadium, but it turned out that out of the original 3,000 fans at the game -- not including the couple of hundred players and workers -- most had escaped without harm. There had originally been about 272 dead in the Park, and most of them had headed for the noisy car alarms. But when the last one went silent, many of the Dead had turned around and come back into the ball field.

(OOC: Some quick math, 17/20 is 8.5%, 8.5% of 3,200 is 272 Dead. They've already killed a bunch, so let's call it 250 Dead left. They were attracted to the parking lot, but a further d20=1, yuck!, means that most of them are returning.)

Harry looked to the cameras and found over 200 Dead milling about the field. The good news was that most of them were remaining on the field while only a few of them had found the handicap ramps and began ascending into the stands or the ground level tunnels.

"We have to shut them out of the stadium itself," Harry said. "Keep them on the field."

"I have a question," Yolanda said. "Why are they coming back? I mean, they're attracted to people and to sound, right? So ... where are the people who are making sound."

The others agreed: there had to be other living people in the stadium somewhere. Harry went to the Security Room again, found the General Address speaker microphone, and made an announcement that came out over speakers in all corners of the stadium, inside and out:

"If you can hear my voice and you are inside PK Park," he began, "rest assured that someone is coming to help you. If you are safe inside a room where the Dead cannot get to you, remain there and remain quiet! The Dead are attracted to sound. Hide yourself, keep still, and we will find you. If you do not feel safe where you are, try to find a place where you can be, but be quick and be quiet.

"If you think you can do so without attracting the Dead," he went on after a moment, "find a way to indicate to us where you are hiding. We can see most of the stadium on security cameras in the Main Office. If you can see a camera -- look high on the walls or poles -- hang a flag, a cloth, a piece of clothing. We will see it, we will find you, and we will bring you to safety."

"What about the phones?" Yolanda asked. She flashed her own cell phone, pointing out, "I still have service. Shit, everyone carries a cell phone these days."

They gathered some phone numbers, and -- giving credit where credit is due -- Harry gestured Yolanda to the microphone. "If you have a cell phone or if you are in a space inside PK Park with a land line, call one of the following numbers and tell us where you are. If you get a busy signal, try again. It only means that we are speaking to another person who needs help. Do not stop calling until you have talked to one of us. Here are the numbers; write them down if you can, or punch them into your phone."

Harry stepped up again, saying, "We will be taking calls from any of you who call us, and we will be repeating the numbers occasionally off and on for the rest of the day. Do not give up! We will find you."

Yolanda began giving out the phone numbers: her, Harry's, and Leigh's cell phones, as well as the Main Office's private line; the public line went directly to a menu of options, and they wanted to avoid making people whose lives were in danger sit through that and possibly make a bad selection.

Even before Yolanda had finished with the list of numbers, the calls began coming in: 12 people were trapped inside the stadium, from fans and employees to media members and players from both teams. They were trapped in locker room restroom stalls or the other concession stands or little nooks and crannies they'd gotten into but which the less capable Dead couldn't; one guy was laid out atop an overhead I-beam while the Dead below him flailed without success to reach him.

They even began getting calls from people in cars in the parking lot that had gotten trapped in the panic: 12 more! And these people weren't happy with the fact that someone had been raining baseballs down onto the lot, drawing the Dead their way!

Then, a big surprise, they began getting calls from homes and businesses in the area that were within reach of PK Park's loud intercom, something that in the past local residents who weren't baseball fans had often complained about. They received and recorded another 19 of those calls, some of which were from the nearby Autzen football stadium, where Spring Practice had been taking place. 13 callers made the cell connection from there, being told to hang tight until a plan could be formulated for their rescue.

Harry got onto the intercom again, saying, "A lot of you have called in, and I promise, we're going to try to get to each and everyone of you. If you have already called in, we are making a plan to come and get you. There are 9 of us here to help you, and we are going to stay in touch with you by phone and by intercom until we have reached and rescued each of you."

Some of the callers called again, desperate. Harry told the others to calm the people down and remind them that every second wasted in panic on the phones was a second in which the Squad wasn't saving them. Soon, the calls ceased, but Alexa -- who had heard the announcements and come to see what was what -- volunteered to set up a Phone Bank.

"I did this once when a girl in my neighborhood was lost," she explained, "And again for an anti-fascist rally phone tree. I know what to do."

Soon enough, Alexa had it all under control: she had the names, genders, ages, and locations of everyone who had called in; she'd shifted them all to the Park's landline, with her own cell number as a backup; she'd made arrangements to call each of the more vulnerable ones every hour, so that they could turn their phones off and save their batteries; and, most importantly, she'd gotten across to all of them that they were going to be fine, that they would be saved.


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The others began working out a plan:
  • They put Connie at the monitors in the Security Office to watch over the park.
  • They broke open the gun cabinet, and while they found a dozen shotguns, they were -- per recent reforms in policing -- all designed for non-lethal bean bag rounds. Still, everyone threw one over their shoulder, with Harry telling them, "Aim for the eyeballs. You just might kill one. At the very least, you'll knock it back and away long enough to get on."
  • The first mission was to get to the left and center field gates and close them.
  • Robert said, "But what about getting the dead back outside again. Go to the cars, set off some alarms, save the people in the parking lot, then close the gates."
  • Harry vetoed that, saying, "There are hundreds, possibly thousands of those things out there in the City. Last thing we want to do is attract them to the park's field."
  • It was decided they would use the Security Radios to communicate, that they would call those in the parking lot to the gates, get the gates closed, and kill any Dead that got in the way. Harry reminded them, "Priorities: People in the lot, gates, get back. We're not going out there for a Dead hunt."
  • (Rolling for the power to still be on: d20=12, still on.)
  • "Let's go!"
  • With Connie guiding the way using the monitors (HPB+2 each PC), they made their way out into the Lower Concourse and toward the gates.

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It was scary at first, but each time one of the Living failed to immediately kill a Dead, the person at their side took up the slack. Soon enough, they were out at the left field gate. Leigh had set up a conference call with the people in or near the parking lot, and when Harry told her to do so, she told them all to run for the gate if it looked clear.

It didn't go without loss, though: only 9 of the 12 in the lot made it.

But those 9 and their rescuers easily got the gate shut without anyone being bit (d20=20), and soon they were making their way back to the main office. Some of the rescued hadn't had food or water for more than a day, and most of them needed to clean up; some had peed or pooped in their cars or even their clothing.

They were all taken to the Concession Stand for nourishment and the bathrooms for hygiene, and where necessary, souvenir shirts or clothing from the Main Office's lost and found were distributed.

Meanwhile, Harry led the Squad to look for the most vulnerable of those inside the park.


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Things were going fairly well, with the Squad working together to cover each others' backs, per Harry repeated instructions. But they had setbacks, too: one of those they were rescuing got anxious and exposed herself too early and was ripped apart before the Squad could kill the Dead attacking her; and one of the rescued from the parking lot who'd insisted on helping was bitten as well. On the way back, knowing his fate, he rushed a pair of Dead with the broom stick spear he'd been given, and despite killing three, he himself was lost, too.

They called it a day just after midnight, telling the others still awaiting rescue that they would be back out to get them after sunup. Yolanda reluctantly spoke into the intercom, "We are exhausted, and we fear we won't be able to save you until we get food, water, and rest. But we haven't forgotten you, and we are not abandoning you. Just be still and silent one more night, and we will come for you tomorrow."
 
Harry was satisfied with the day, overall anyway. He'd seen 5 Living killed today, one of which had been a child, perhaps 9 years old. It was tragic, but this was their new life. Once everyone was cleaned up and fed, he and Connie gathered them all together in the Main Office, where there were 2 couches and a dozen chairs with pads that they cut loose from their metal frames to use as mattress pads until a better solution was found.

He took a look around and did a mental survey of who was who and what each of them had to offer the Community:
  • Harry, +10 -- warrior, leader
  • Robert, +9 -- warrior
  • Kiesha, +9 -- warrior, leader
  • Yolanda, +8 -- warrior,
  • Leigh, +5 -- warrior,
  • Alexa, +3 -- warrior,
  • Connie, +2 -- leader, organizer
  • Vicki, +2 --
  • Patti, -2
  • 9 from the parking lot:
    • Includes one mother and her 2 kids
    • Includes one father, his two kids, two neighbor kids, and a stray kid
  • 8 from the Stadium's interior
    • Includes 2 middle aged married folk
    • Includes 2 young males
    • Includes 2 teen brothers
    • Includes 1 solo female and 1 solo male
Total: 26

"The couches and pads aren't enough for everyone," Harry said apologetically, "but we have a Lost and Found with clothing and even stadium blankets, and there is a whole box of souvenir stadium blankets over there."

He pointed to a box -- half full, actually, with about 20 blankets -- and went on to say, "It's late, and everyone is exhausted. Find a place to sleep. You're all safe here."

Harry called the Warriors to him and set a night watch of 3 people who would watch over the various rooms and hallways. "We'll switch off at 3am, then again at 6am."

(OOC: I didn't have time to go back and look for all the details about who can do what. Can you add them in your next post? I have an appointment.)
 
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After everyone began settling down, Yolanda caught Robert's eye and headed for the Main Office's back door. When she saw him follow her into the hallway, she nodded him to follow with a gentle jerk of her head, then headed for and enteredt the Pantry. Once he was inside with her and she'd closed the door, she proceeded to maul him like the piece of meat she needed right now. Within minutes, she was collapsed down upon his body, itself collapsed back upon the floor, his bare buttocks likely getting scraped up by the dirty concrete.

They lay there in each other's arms until their breathing and heartbeats had began to return to normal, never having realized that Connie -- passing by in the hallway -- had been concerned by the crying sounds beyond the door, opened it, spied them, then closed the door and departed without a word.

"This stays between us," Yolanda told Robert as she sat up vertically, his still hard cock still deep inside her as she stripped her top off, then her bikini top, revealing her youthfully firm "C" cup breasts. She began rocking upon Robert again, telling him, "You're gonna have a lot of fun knowing me, so long as you keep the word of that fun to your fucking self."

He only nodded energetically as Yolanda began driving him once again toward orgasms for the both of them.

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The next morning:

After a big breakfast served buffet style in the Pantry Hallway, Harry and Connie assembled the entirety of the new Community in the Main Office again for another get-to-know-one-another-better session. They were hoping to find another medical professional aside from Vicki, who had, of course, been an emergency room nurse years earlier, perhaps even an actual doctor. (d20=10, d20=14) Who they got was another female nurse, Kimmie, who had 4 years experience with Midwifes of Oregon and another 4 with Infant Medical Services; she was going to be a boon with the children in the Community.

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They found experience in labor intensive services and even some more military experience, among both the males and females.

"We have more people to save," Harry and Connie told the others.

Using the security cameras to watch for Dead (increased HPs by 4 as you PMd me), teaming up pairs of people to watch over one another, and not taking chances, they went out into the Stadium and cleared one section after another:

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There were a few times when things got hairy, but putting a skilled Warrior together with those for whom this was the first hunt paid off, and no one got hurt.

They were out only 2 hours before Harry said it was time to pack it in: "We're tired, we're hungry, we're dehydrated, and we saved a lot of people today (d20=17)."

12 people had reported themselves trapped inside the stadium the day before, and after yesterday's trek out into the Lower Concourse and today's venture into it and the Upper, they had rescued each and every one of them. There were still more in the parking lot, but they would have to wait until this afternoon; Connie got onto the intercom -- which reached the parking lot with the flip of the correct switch -- and told these people to hang tight. "We're coming for you!"

The calls from outside the stadium continued to poor in, though. There had been 19 separate callers the day before and today there were 10 more (d20=10). Yolanda kept at the land line all morning, speaking to people and putting together a map of their locations. Some of the callers didn't want to leave their homes; they only wanted to speak to someone else alive out in this mad, mad world. Some didn't even want to reveal their addresses, saying that they'd seen looters and that there were some house fires caused by rioters and vandals.

Yolanda reassured them that no one was demanding that anyone do or say anything or go anywhere. "We only want to make sure that you are safe and secure. Please, do not venture outside unless you have to. And if you want to come to PK Park, wait for us to come to you. Trust me, we will get you through this safely."

When afternoon came, the Squad went back out into the stadium again, intent on finally clearing the rest of it. The majority of the Dead had left the stadium to look for food that first day; the homerun baseball trick from the roof and lured most of the rest of them outside; then, after getting the gates closed and killing Dead inside, the park was down to maybe 50 dead or less, save for some stragglers that might not be in camera view.

The Squad headed out again, and tragedy did strike once to one of the new stadium residents:

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The victim was (d20=5) one of two young men who'd been friends and had come to the game together, surviving only to now have one of them mauled. The Dead was killed, too, not that that was any relief to the second man or the Squad in general. Out of sight of the others, Harry killed the potential-Dead in the man by pushing a screw driver into his ear. The mercy killing was barely even detectable except for a bit of blood in his ear that had leaked out after Harry had cleaned up the rest of the mess.

[OOC: For the purpose of establishing hierarchy, I removed "leader" from everyone but Harry (Warriors), Connie (Domestics), and Leigh (Techs aka sciency shit).]

The Community (at current):
  • Harry, +10 -- Warrior Leader
  • Robert, +9 -- warrior, builder
  • Kiesha, +9 -- warrior
  • Yolanda, +8 -- warrior,
  • Leigh, +5 -- warrior, Tech Leader
  • Alexa, +3 -- Communications, warrior,
  • Connie, +2 -- Domestic Leader
  • Vicki, +2 -- Creator, Laborer
  • Patti, -2 -- Electrician/Technician, Creator, Laborer
  • 9 from the parking lot:
    • Includes one mother and her 2 kids
    • Includes one father, his two kids, two neighbor kids, and a stray kid
  • 8 from the Stadium's interior
    • Includes 2 middle aged married folk
    • Includes 1 young males (another was killed)
    • Includes 2 teen brothers
    • Includes 1 solo female and 1 solo male
  • 12 more from the stadium

Total: 37 (26-1+12)
 
"No one leaves the secured zone without an escort," Harry said to the group as dessert was being distributed in the Main Office. Connie had powered up and chilled down one of the rolling ice cream carts that normally trolled the Concourses before and during games, and frozen treats -- as well as hot pies and such -- were being passed about. Harry continued, "We thought we got the rest of the Dead that are inside the stadium today, but Yolanda and her Monitoring Crew continue to occasionally find one or two of them wandering about.

"So, until we know we have cleaned this place out," he continued, gesturing to the newly named Dead Squad to rise, "no one goes outside the secured zone without one of these people with them, period! This office, the Concession Stand, the Pantry, Fridge, Freezer, restrooms, and the hallways between them are currently the Secured Zone. We will expand that in the coming days, one day at a time, until we have secured the entire stadium, the field, essentially everything inside the outer fences."

"What if we don't want to stay here?" someone asked. "What if all we want to do is go home?"

"You can go home," Harry said. "No one is keeping you here. At least, we -- the people in this room -- are not keeping you here. If you think you can venture out into that--"

Harry pointed at the monitor on the wall; it typically showed a live ballgame, a replay of a previous one, or a promotional PK Park or U of O video but was now showing a view of the ball field with the 100 or so Dead still clawing at the stands or fence lines or simply milling about the ball field, looking for someone to kill and eat.


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Harry continued, "--and survive to make it home, you are welcome to do so."

There was a light murmur amongst the group, but Harry generally understood it to be an acknowledgment that no one was in a hurry to take on the Dead. He went on, "Have patience. I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we all want to go home to our families, our friends, our neighborhoods."

"I still haven't talked to my wife," someone said. "I don't even know if she's still alive."

Harry spoke about how Yolanda and others had organized a Phone Tree, and that one by one, they were trying to put the people here in touch with their loved ones out there. "Again, have patience. And don't be pessimistic: just because your friends and family are not answering their phones doesn't mean they are dead. Several of us don't even have our cell phones. We left them in our cars in the parking lot or at home or lost them in the mayhem that first day, and I'm sure that some -- most -- of the people you are trying to contact who are not picking up simply don't have their phones with them."

The group went on about communications for a while, then someone asked, "So, who's actually in control here? I mean, Harry, and you Connie, you seem to have taken charge without asking anyone if you should be or whether--"

Harry cut in as some of the other voices sounded in, both for and against the current situation or -- in some cases -- criticizing the speaker. "Wait, wait! Hold on, people. I'm not in control; I'm not in charge. Neither is Connie. The reason we are standing here before you as we are appearing to be in charge is simply because someone needed to."

There was some more argument and debate, and -- after calming everyone down -- Harry went on, "The United States of America is a democracy, the State of Oregon is a democracy, even the University of Oregon is a democracy, of sorts. We here will be a democracy as well, but, I think it's a bit too early to be forming a government, don't you think?"

Harry hesitated to see what the response would be, then continued, "But, we will create a government if ya'll think that it is necessary. How about we wait, though, until we have cleared the stadium and we are safe and we actually know who's gonna be here in the end."

There was so more discussion and debate, but the decision to put this topic aside for another day was made. Harry went on with his announcements:
  • They had control of the Generator Room now, so if power went out, at least they would have power for the lights, heat, fridge, freezer, cameras, etc.
  • The hallways were open for sleeping if anyone wanted a little more a little more space. "There is no heat in the hallways, and it's gonna get down to 40 tonight, so I advice everyone to remain either here in the Office or the Pantry, where heat is available."
  • Tomorrow, they would continue clearing the building, as well as rescuing people from the parking lot if possible. "We aren't promising anything to the people outside the Campus as of yet, though."

Connie had more to say as well...
 
Robert was getting pretty familiar with the path to the roof; he'd been spending most of his waking hours up here, looking down upon campus and city and reporting down to the Security Office. He wasn't allowed to go topside without an escort from what was now being called the Squad, and he wanted to invite Yolanda for obvious reasons. That didn't happen, though, so he invited one of the new guys (d20=18) who was probably more qualified to be a Squad member than anyone in the stadium.

Kenny Evanston was 6'6", 230# of brawny brawn, ruggedly handsome outdoorsman, which alone would have been enough to impress Robert, but the man had also come equipped with an AR-15 style rifle with two clips and a 9mm pistol, also with two clips. Harry and the others had given the man a hard look when he came rushing into the gate yesterday for obvious reasons, and they might have been concerned that all that weaponry was going to be a problem; firearms hadn't been allowed on the university campus -- which included PK Park -- for obvious reasons.

But Kenny had had an escort with him that lessened the concerns: his own two kids and his two neighbor kids, who'd he'd brought to the game, as well as a stray kid he'd found wandering the parking lot in fear. After he and the Little Rascals had gotten into the Park, Kenny and Harry had had a conversation about the former's firearms.

Kenny -- who was what some would call a gun nut -- had initially been unwilling to give up either his rifle or handgun. All his life, he'd owned a gun: cap guns, BB guns, and .22 caliber squirrel rifles as a child; larger caliber deer rifles, shot guns, and handguns as a teen; and as an adult, he'd gotten the collecting bug and started buying such exotics as high power sniper rifles, large magazine assault style rifles, and even Uzis, MAC-10s, TEC-9s, and other legally purchased machine guns that, in some cases, he'd converted to high speed, short burst auto, or even full automatic weapons.

Kenny was a realist, though, and he understood why Harry was concerned about him keeping his AR-15 and Beretta. He still wasn't willing to give them up, though, so they made a quiet compromise out of the sight and hearing of others: Kenny could keep his 9mm on his side, so long as a round wasn't chambered; and his rifle would remain locked up in the Security Office except when he was on patrol, as the newest member of the Squad.

That was what he was doing now with Robert on the roof, standing watch. Sitting here, the pair of them were looking out upon the city as it continued its decline into mayhem. There were fires burning in every direction, their causes unknown. Entire neighborhoods had gone dark, electrical power interrupted, but the city grid was still up, for now.

The one thing that seemed consistent throughout Eugene to the west and Springfield to the east, though, was gunfire. Robert asked, "Who do ya suppose is shooting who?"

"Everyone's shooting everyone," the pessimistic Kenny answered. He'd never been an apocalyptic prepper type, despite the gun collection that might have indicated the opposite. But he had no doubts that anyone was capable of shooting anyone else, either in defense of themselves and what they had or in offensive to take what others had for themselves. He added, "I'm just glad we're in here."

Kenny hadn't told Harry or the others about the arsenal of weapons in his home's basement, but coming up here and hearing the single shots and auto fire of weapons -- from the National Guard, the Police, civilians -- he thought maybe he should. After the people with guns got done killing the Dead and realized just how tragic their new lives were, some of them -- the ones less benevolent than the Park Community -- would come use their guns here in an attempt to take what they wanted and could no longer get at the local grocery and big box stores.

The only problem, of course, was that Kenny's home was (d20/2=6) on the outskirts of Coburg, 6 miles to the north of PK Park. That meant getting out of the stadium, into a car, down the surface streets to I-105, then to the interchange with I-5, then up and off the freeway at the Coburg exit and again on surface streets to his home, all without running into the Dead or the Living, neither of which Kenny wanted to deal with at this point in this mayhem.

It could be done, and Kenny thought it was necessary if the Community was going to remain safe here in the Park. But he doubted that many of the others felt the same. At least, not yet. But Kenny was confident: they would, eventually.
 
Connie did indeed have something to say to the assembled group. "I'm looking for volunteers to help with cooking and food preparation. We have a considerable amount of fresh and otherwise perishable foods that won't last long in their current condition, however, there are ways to cook them, bake them, dehydrate them, etcetera, that will put them in a form that can then be either left out in the pantry or put away in the fridge or freezer, making them last longer."

"I'm a restaurant cook, I can help," a woman called out, while a man pointed to his wife and himself and said, "We preserve fruits and vegies every year, have for years. We have some ideas we can share with you."

"There's also cleaning up," Connie went on. "I know no one wants to think about such things right now, but this is a large group living in tight quarters, at least until we take back more space. If we don't keep the kitchen and bathrooms and this office and everywhere else clean on a daily basis, it's gonna start smelling like the locker rooms full of sweaty uniforms and sweaty ball players.

"Tomorrow morning, we'll start taking everyone's names," she went on in her supervisor tone, "and I'll put up lists of things that need to be done."

"What if we don't want to work?" someone said with a snide tone. The person pointed at the monitor with the image of the Dead milling about, asking, "Ya gonna kick out, into that?"

"No, of course not," Connie said. She looked over the community as she clarified, "But just as in any work place, and just as in any home, each and every worker and each and every family member must contribute in some way. If you contribute as a worker, your business prospers and you get paid; if you contribute as a family member, the rest of your family prospers and, maybe, you get an allowance if you're a kid or ... other benefits if you are a spouse. I'm sure I don't have to explain that."

There were giggles from the younger ones who understood and smiles from some of the older ones who did, too. Connie went on, "Listen, I'm only saying that there are a lot of you and a lot of work, and we all need to contribute."

She dangled the keys to the various food storage compartments, smiled, and said, "And for those of you kids who work hard, there is ice cream, candy, and other treats. And for those of you adults who work hard, there is beer and wine."

"What about cigarettes?" someone asked. "I smoke a pack a day."

"Not anymore you don't," Connie said firmly. That got her a couple of hard glares, so she continued, "First off, PK Park is a non-smoking facility. I know, I know, it's the end of the world; who's gonna enforce smoking rules. Hey, if you got cigarettes, go outside and smoke them."

Without turning around, she pointed a finger up at the Dead in the monitor. "You're not smoking in the Secured area. You can go to the roof, I guess. But I'm the most senior employee of this Park who is still alive in this Park, and you will not be smoking inside the building. That's State Law, and that's my law."

Some of the smokers had words to say about that, but they were quickly drowned out by the non-smokers and rule followers. Someone asked with humor in their voice, "What about weed? It's legal, ya know."

"On the roof," Connie said without hesitation. Then she chuckled and added, "Just don't get so high -- figuratively speaking -- that you misstep and fall off."

"What about medicine?" a meek voice asked from a corner. When Connie and others looked her way, the woman lifted a small, zip up bag, explaining, "I only have enough Insulin for maybe two days. And I don't have any of my heart and cholesterol medications. I wasn't expecting not to go home after the game, obviously."

Connie looked to Harry with a knowing glance; they'd spoken about this already because Connie, too, was a diabetic, even though she wasn't currently on a daily insulin regimen. She looked back to the group. "I want everyone who takes medications to come to me--"

"I'll do it," Kimmie Green, the recently arrived nurse cut Connie off. She stood, saying to the Concessions Supervisor, then to the Community, "Connie, you have too much on your plate, and you need to start delegating more. Besides, Vicki and I have medical backgrounds, so we'll get our heads together and work on this. As soon as we break up here tonight, I'll start a list of who needs what. I want everyone to come to me who has medication, dietary, or exercise needs that concern them, and I promise, we will work on this together."

They spoke more about related topics, and finally they dimmed the lights in the office, killed the monitor with the never ending appearance of wandering Dead, and everyone began settling down for the night.
 
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