Yikes!

[Alice2015]

"Yikes!"

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Day 1 ... You awake to mayhem outside your apartment building. On the streets, people are rushing all about in panic and fear ... while other people chase them down, bite into their necks and claw out their eyes, like rabid animals ... then eat them.

What are your first thoughts and.or actions?

 

[TiredFingers]

Day 1 ... You awake to mayhem outside your apartment building. On the streets, people are rushing all about in panic and fear ... while other people chase them down, bite into their necks and claw out their eyes, like rabid animals ... then eat them.

What are your first thoughts and.or actions?

Hans Becker

I would want to know:
...do I know anymore about what is happening?
...am I alone?
...am I secure or can I make myself more secure?
...do I have weapons?
...do I feel the need to flee now? If I do, I will, but if I am secure, I will remain here to learn more.
...do I have food, water, electricity, a working toilet?

 

[Alice2015]

BTW, the simplistic appearance of my replies is caused by my use of my not so smart Motorola smart phone for this role play. Sometimes I will use fancy punctuation, but usually I won't. The only punctuation to which I have one touch access are the comma and period. Even the question mark takes three taps to get to it and back.

Day 1, continued ... For Hans Becker

...do I know anymore about what is happening?

The news is saying that the CDC is saying a virus has exploded across the city and possibly beyond, causing some people to become rabid like animals. They do not know why, but they do tell everyone to shelter indoors.


...am I alone?

Others in your building are rushing around. Are they coming home to shelter in place or packing to leave … or are they rabid animals, too? There are not any screams in the hall as there are out on the street. You can look out your front door to look if you want.


...am I secure or can I make myself more secure?

You have the standard two locks on your door … I roll a 2d6 using an app on my phone to see how many floors your apartment building has … 8 floors. I roll again, this time 2d6 minus 4 for a max of 8, for your floor number … 7th floor.

You could block the door if you wished. You have no fire escape.


...do I have weapons?

I roll 1d6 for weapons, with 6 being well armed … 5. Choose either one SERIOUS firearm, such as a semi-automatic assault rifle, or 2 lesser weapons. I roll 1d6 plus 2 for the number of 50 round boxes of ammo … 4.

I'd call that well armed for the city.


...do I feel the need to flee now? If I do, I will, but if I am secure, I will remain here to learn more.

It seems safe. I'd stay where you are for now.


...do I have food … 2d6 plus 4 for days at regular rations … 11 days.
...water … the taps are still flowing, and you have liter bottles of water … 2d6 … 4 bottles.
...electricity … yes, so far.
...a working toilet … water is still flowing, so yes.

…………………

NEW...

As you are watching the mayhem outside, a neighbor beats on your door, calling, "Hans, Hans, let me in. Are you home, Hans? Please, let me in."

You recognize the voice as a woman from down the hall who you have been trying to fuck for weeks and yet had no luck. She has a sort of live in boyfriend you do not like, to whom she swears sexual loyalty.

Do you let her in or pretend not to be home?

 

[TiredFingers]

BTW, the simplistic appearance of my replies...

I fully understand. I, too, am often using my phone and will sometimes post simple replies. Not right now, but sometimes.

Location: 7th floor apartment of 8 floor building.

Food … 11 days.
Water … tap water, plus 4 one liter bottles.
Electricity … yes.
Water (in toilet, too) … yes.
Weapons:
9mm semi-auto pistol with 150 rounds.
.38 Special revolver with 50 rounds.

………………………………

Day 1, continued ... For Hans Becker

I can't believe what I'm hearing, on the television, the radio, the computer, even on my phone. It's like something out of The Walking Dead! Fantasy! Pure fantasy, except that I'm seeing it, right down there on the street.

They are saying I should just stay indoors, so I'm fortunate that I seem to be well prepared for this. I have food and water (though not much), firearms, ammo. I live in a secure location. It doesn't seem as though these animals running about have gotten into the building.

Just to be careful, though, I push my couch over in front of the door and weight it down with the weights from my workout bench. I'm sure I can figure out more to do to secure the only entrance to my apartment.

Then...
"Hans, Hans, let me in. Are you home, Hans? Please, let me in."

It's Katie, my neighbor from down the hall. I've been trying to get to this girl for weeks. She's a babe with a body that won't quit (1d6=6). Unfortunately, neither will her lust (1d6=5) for this big hunk (1d6=5) of a boyfriend of hers . I think he's on the University's football team.

With all that's going on outside, with this being a virus, and with Katie having a boyfriend who could snap me in half, I don't know whether I want to get involved with her at this moment or not. But I gotta tell ya … I'm hot for that chick!

I look out through the peephole and see her. Are there others? Yes, lots of people running about (1d6=6). Is there any sign of that virus they're talking about? FUCK! (1D6=6) I see someone take down one of my neighbors right there in the hallway behind Katie. She screams and disappears from my view. Does she get away? (That's your call, GM.)

The hallway explodes in screams and mayhem. I hear gunfire, more screams, growling sounds, more screams, more gunfire.

I decide I'm not going anywhere and definitely not opening that door until I hear none of that shit out there. I find a hammer and nails and, disassembling one of my book shelves, spend the next hour or so building a way of using the couch to block the door with stops nailed to the floor near to and blocking the feet, so it can't be pushed inward but I can move it aside if I need to get out.

I immediately begin making calls, to family, to friends, to others for whom I have a concern. Do I get through? Are the circuits all busy? Is the system even still up? GM???

Water. Water is a concern. I search my apartment for any and every container that can hold water: empty bottles and cans in the recycling, garbage cans which I clean and line with clean plastic liners. I go to the internet for ideas and find people filling beach balls, rain coats supported in cardboard boxes, bathtubs, overturned umbrellas, all the pots and pans they own, and more. I set to it, filling every thing I possibly can. Do I get them all filled before the water shuts down? (I'm not saying the water does; just pointing out to you that I thought about it.)

Once I'm done with that, I will get out both of my guns, clean them, and make them available for quick use.

I will then inventory all of my food and plan a menu. Like most people, I eat to much at one sitting. I think that if I keep to the plan I design, I can stretch out my 11 days of food to 1d6 more without being hungry. Roll GM??

Then, all I can do is wait. An hour, a day, a week, a month? I'm not going outside until those monsters are gone or I have no choice.

 

[Alice2015]

Day 1, continued ... For Hans Becker

Location: 7th floor apartment of 8 floor building.

Building is overrun by what are already being called Rabids. They are attacking and killing your neighbors...

You are safe, though.

Your phone calls … rolling Xd6...
...Your parents … rolling 1d6 … 4 … were safe in their home but there were Rabids in the neighborhood. How many miles away are they … rolling 3d6 … 11. Do you make some kind of arrangements to meet?
...Your sibling who is in this town going to school or working … you choose the gender, activity, and location … rolling 1d6 … 1 … well shit, a friend answered the phone and told you your sibling was killed.
...Your most trusted friend, male or female … rolling 1d6 … 5 … is also safe in his or her house, apartment, business, whatever. How many blocks away … rolling 2d6 … 3 blocks away. Do you make some kind of plans to meet?

The water pressure continues, and you are able to fill the tub and several containers … Let's call it 40 gallons in the tub and 2d6 plus 4 in other containers … for 6 … total 46 gallons. You can use this water and replace it from the tap for as long as pressure continues to keep it relatively fresh.

Your efforts to make your food last longer … rolling 2d6 minus 4 … minus 1, so let's call it zero … just won't work with the items you have and quantity of each, sorry. What you have will only last 11 days at full rations. Do you want to go on three quarters or half rations? No roll necessary, as you can simply do the calculation yourself. Remember, partial rations causes hunger and possible illness as time progresses.

……………………………

What you learn by the end of the day...


..***** as you know it is over.
...the virus is affecting the entire world.
...the local, state, and federal governments are collapsing.
...police, fire, ambulances, and hospitals are overwhelmed.
...occasionally, jets or helicopters fly over, but there are no troops on the ground.
...across the city, smoke rises from fires of unknown causes.
...there is sporadic gunfire, some of it automatic.

...there is one local A.M. radio station still broadcasting. A guy who calls himself Jake the Janitor, who actually was the janitor has been broadcasting since the mayhem began.
...he plays music when he takes personal breaks, then makes reports based on what he hears from the internet, from callers, from the Emergency Broadcast System, and more. Would you have thought to look for an a.m. broadcast. Do you even have a radio? I know I don't. I rely on my phone for music and news, but hey, this is your choice.

...the Rabids attack and eat any person or animal they find. There are few if any dogs and cats on the street, let alone people.
...when they have nothing or no one to attack, they wander about, attracted to any significant movement or sound.

Food … 11 days as full rations.
Water … tap water, plus 50 gallons in the tub and containers.
Electricity … yes.
Water (in toilet, too) … yes.
Weapons:
9mm semi-auto pistol with 150 rounds.
.38 Special revolver with 50 rounds.

 

[TiredFingers]

Day 1, continued ... For Hans Becker

Location: 7th floor apartment of 8 floor building.

The hallway beyond my door is an absolute killing field. It didn't take long for the Rabids to kill or run off the living, but those creatures continue to run up and down the hall occasionally.

My family has suffered a tragedy. My twin sister, Sara, has been killed. I called her cell, only to have her roommate, Marla, answer and tell me Sara had been out on the streets when the Rabids surged through the neighborhood. Marla saw my sis taken down, brutally killed, and EATEN by those things.

When I called my parents, learning that they were safe inside their farm house, I couldn't bear to tell them what I'd learned. I'd already told Marla not to answer Sara's cell if the Caller ID showed my folks' number. I'll tell them in time, just not now.

My best bud, Richard, though, is safe and secure inside the walk-in freezer of his restaurant. He's just 3 blocks away, a distance I used to walk when he invited me to a free dinner or he walked the opposite direction when he'd drank too much after his evening shift and didn't want to drive home. Now, though, that 3 blocks seemed more like 3 miles.

We are going to keep in touch and, once the mayhem has died down, figure out how to get to one another. I've seen enough apocalyptic movies to know that communications is eventually going to go down. If it does, we have agreed that he will come here. I think this location is the safest place to be. Whatever happens, we've agreed that he will come here or I will go there and nothing else.

I was a little disappointed in my survey of my food supply. I tend to buy a lot of fresh foods, a lot of perishables. After reviewing what I have and planning out a time schedule for consumption, I realize that my 11 days of food is going to last just that, 11 days.

While on the phone with Richard, I learned that there is this crazy guy broadcasting on A.M. radio station, KLRN, aka K-Learn. It's a public broadcasting station that airs mostly news and public interest programs, except at night and on the weekend afternoons and evenings, when they play an eclectic mix of music.

Anyway, Richard's restaurant has an actual, real life radio, and he found this guy who calls himself Jake the Janitor. Richard says the man actually was the station's janitor and that he's broadcasting now because, Jake claims, he is the only person left alive. He says he can't get out of the booth because the Rabids have the run of the station, except for the broadcast booth. I hope the guy has access to a vending machine and coffee station, otherwise that's gonna be one helluva place to be in a couple of days.

Richard called the guy a couple of hours ago, and between them (with the advice of other callers, too) they have designed a plan to collect and broadcast information about the situation, including personal reports from callers about who's still alive and where they are.

So long as I have cell service, I can use my KLRN app to listen in to the live broadcast. If cell service goes down, I'll have to find a radio somewhere.

Food … 11 days as full rations.
Water … tap water, plus 50 gallons in the tub and containers.
Electricity … yes.
Cell service … yes.
Water (in toilet, too) … yes.
Weapons:
9mm semi-auto pistol with 150 rounds.
.38 Special revolver with 50 rounds.

………………………………

For now, I'm just going to sit here and fill anything that will hold water, in case the water goes down. I am watching and listening to the news on the television, computer, and radio (via my phone).

All I can do is wait.

 

[Alice2015]

Day 1, continued ... For Hans Becker

Nothing changes today.

Day 2, 26 March 2024 -- Tuesday

During the dark of early morning, the electrical grid for the entire neighborhood went down. Your building and all the blocks within a mile are dark.

In addition, your cell service went down at the same time.

By sunup, it was getting pretty cold in your apartment because the wall heat isn't working. It is 37 degrees outside and only 10 degrees higher than that inside. The high for the day will be 60. I am using my area's actual weather.

If you needed some good news, though, the hallway has gone silent, even if the streets have not.

……………………

Your location:
...7th floor apartment of your 8 floor apartment building.
...Security … very high.

Weapons:
9mm semi-auto pistol with 150 rounds.
.38 Special revolver with 50 rounds.

Food … 11 days as full rations.
Water … tap water, plus 50 gallons in the tub and containers.
Electricity … yes.
Cell service … yes.
Water (in toilet, too) … yes.

………………………………

Living characters:
...Your father and mother, on a farm 11 miles from your apartment.
...Richard, your best bud, 3 blocks away in his restaurant.
...Marla, your deceased sister's roommate, in her apartment 9 blocks from yours.

Deceased characters
...Your twin sister, Sara, killed Day 1 by Rabids.

Characters with unknown fates
...Katie, your neighbor and lust target, who was in the hall when the Rabids attacked in Post #3. She ran away, but her fate is unknown.

 

[TiredFingers]

Day 2, 26 March 2024 -- Tuesday

The power is out and it's fucking cold, inside and outside. And my cell has no service.

But the hallway is quiet. I peek out the peep hole for Rabids but see none. I carefully move the couch away from the door, then wait a full hour for noise in the hall. Nothing. When I was creating the foot stops for the couch, I'd also created a way to keep the door from being pushed open once I cracked it.

I put my .38 in my belt and my 9mm in my hand, then open the door just half an inch and look out...

…………………………

Your location:
...7th floor apartment of your 8 floor apartment building.
...Security … very high.

Weapons:
9mm semi-auto pistol with 150 rounds.
.38 Special revolver with 50 rounds.

Food … 10 days as full rations.
Water … tap water, plus 50 gallons in the tub and containers.
Electricity … no, as of Day 2.
Cell service … no, as of Day 2.
Water pressure (sink, shower, toilet) … yes.

………………………………

Living characters:
...Your father and mother, on a farm 11 miles from your apartment.
...Richard, your best bud, 3 blocks away in his restaurant.
...Marla, your deceased sister's roommate, in her apartment 9 blocks from yours.

Deceased characters
...Your twin sister, Sara, killed Day 1 by Rabids.

Characters with unknown fates
...Katie, your neighbor and lust target, who was in the hall when the Rabids attacked in Post #3. She ran away, but her fate is unknown.[/QUOTE]

 

[Alice2015]

Day 2, 26 March 2024 -- Tuesday

The power is out ... The hallway is quiet. I peek out the peep hole for Rabids but see none. I carefully move the couch away from the door, then wait a full hour for noise in the hall. I put my .38 in my belt and my 9mm in my hand, then open the door just half an inch and look out...

............

Enough light penetrates the dark hall from Windows at each end to let you see ... Rolling d6 ... 6 ... YIKES ... A Rabid surges forth, get a hand through the door, and grabs you ... It presses it's face to the gap, biting at you, pulling you closer ...

DO SOMETHING FAST OR LOSE YOUR FACE ... YIKES ... I love that word, can you tell?

 

[TiredFingers]

............

Enough light penetrates the dark hall from Windows at each end to let you see ... Rolling d6 ... 6 ... YIKES ... A Rabid surges forth, get a hand through the door, and grabs you ... It presses it's face to the gap, biting at you, pulling you closer ...

DO SOMETHING FAST OR LOSE YOUR FACE ... YIKES ... I love that word, can you tell?

I thought I would be prepared for this, but it is a shock!

Rolling d6 for my reaction … 2 …

I'm not proud of this, but I scream in panic like a little girl! I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't, but FUCK, that thing has me, and although I thought I'd be tougher and I thought I'd be ready, it scares the shit out of me.

It's pulling me toward the gap, jaws snapping at me like some wild dog.

But I recover enough sense and, remembering all I'd seen in the television zombie franchises, lift the 9mm up between my arm and its arm and start pulling the trigger, again and again and again, trying to blow the fucker's head off.

And I'll keep shooting until either it lets go of me or the gun runs out of rounds.

 

[Alice2015]

And I'll keep shooting until either it lets go of me or the gun runs out of rounds.

Rolling 3d6 ... 11 ... The first few shots seem to have no effect ... The Rabid keeps a tight grip and is pulling you nearer ... As it's jaw snaps and it snarls saliva spats out at you like some drunk barfly laughing with her mouth filled with vodka.

Then ... The Rabid's head jerk, then again ... The third round obviously hits ... By the 6th round, it's head is jerking ... The 9th 10th 11th rounds explodes its face ... Blood and other body parts splatter the door, the wall ... You ... The Rabid goes limp and it drops away from the door.

BTW, my own Beretta ... Yeah, a girl with a gun, scary, huh ... It holds 15 though I only load it with 14 ... Lucky number for reasons I cannot mention on Lit ... Anyway, I rolled 3d6 so that 14 and less you would kill it and 15 or more you would not. Fair? You were in a panic after all, and it is a wild beast.

Rolling for other Rabid's on your floor ... 1d6 of 4 ... 4 ... Yep, Yikes. Just 1 though.

Does it get a hand in your door ... 1d6 of 4 ... 4 ... Crap, this again ...

I am going to roll for you to move this along. Let us assume you are more prepared this time and every round hits you have 3 rounds left ... 1d6 of 3 or less kills it ... 2 .. it falls away from the door, and you are able to close it with 1 round left ... WOOHOO

What next?

 

[TiredFingers]

(OOC: Yes, girls with guns, scary. But only because guys who are assholes should fear them. My daughter is handy with a rifle after I taught her at 13. But she doesn't like my handguns.)



My heart is racing, my mind is racing. I slam the door shut, lock it. I back away from the door, just staring at it. Are there more of those fuckers out there? Are they coming to get me? Are they going to eat me alive. FUCK!

I finally begin to recover and realize that I am covered in blood and saliva and brain matter and what the fuck else? I hurry to the bathroom to shower, but find it still full of clean water. I don't want to waste it in case the water suddenly shuts off mid-shower.

FUCK IT! I pull the plug and strip. Even before the cold water is gone, I've turned on the hot water and gotten in. My heart is still pounding as I wash the filth off of me. Once, twice. I finish and still don't feel clean. I can't help but chuckle, remembering that scene from "Ace Ventura" when he tries to get himself clean after realizing he'd been French Kissing a former NFL place kicker. Where's a pack of bubble gum when you need it?

And yes, I shower a third time.

After I finish up and dress in new clothes, I toss my old ones right out the window down onto the shrubs floors below me. The wall near the door is a fucking mess. I set to cleaning it and the floor, too. There's blood seeping in under the door! What the hell? I find some duct tape and tape the gap shut. Ick!

I return the couch to its secured position, eat, drink (yeah, beer, all three of my remaining bottles in under an hour), and plop down in a chair on the wall opposite the door.

I remember my 9 mil'. I kick out the clip, finding it empty; 1 round left in the chamber. I got lucky! I reload it.

I return to the bathtub to refill it with water, then think about the cleanliness of it. I'd planned on using the 40 some odd gallons there for drinking water, but now, even if I clean it with bleach, I just don't trust it. There goes that water! I can use it for cleaning, I guess. (I separated Drinking Water and Other Water, okay?)

Once again, I am perfectly fine with just sitting the fuck here and letting the world out there deal with itself! I try my phone again but no luck. How will I talk to Richard? He's probably out of power, too, sitting in the now deenergized walk-in freezer at his restaurant. All that wonderful food, about to go bad.

Hey, can I write for Richard, too?

……………………………

Your location:
...7th floor apartment of your 8 floor apartment building.
...Security … very high.

Weapons:
9mm semi-auto pistol with 136 rounds.
.38 Special revolver with 50 rounds.

Food … 10 days as full rations.
Drinking Water … tap water, plus 6 gallons in containers.
Other water … 40 gallons in the tub.
Electricity … no, as of Day 2.
Cell service … no, as of Day 2.
Water pressure (sink, shower, toilet) … yes.

………………………………

Living characters:
...Your father and mother, on a farm 11 miles from your apartment.
...Richard, your best bud, 3 blocks away in his restaurant.
...Marla, your deceased sister's roommate, in her apartment 9 blocks from yours.

Deceased characters
...Your twin sister, Sara, killed Day 1 by Rabids.

Characters with unknown fates
...Katie, your neighbor and lust target, who was in the hall when the Rabids attacked in Post #3. She ran away, but her fate is unknown.

 

[Alice2015]

Day 2 for Hans

The hallway has again gone quiet … nothing at all … no Rabids, no residents.

When you toss your clothes out the window, you notice that the streets outside are becoming less active. Is everyone dead or hiding … you do not know. You do not see any Rabids … where are they?

The blood gets past the duct tape … as you said, ick.

OOC … Ace Ventura … I love that scene. I felt that way after a couple of guys with whom I slept. Do not tell anyone. Just between you and me … and lit.

You said … I separated Drinking Water and Other Water, okay? I say, yes, good catch.

You said … Once again, I am perfectly fine with just sitting the fuck here and letting the world out there deal with itself! I say, Day 2 and Day 3 pass without incident, EXCEPT that you notice the water pressure from the tap diminishing.

You said … Hey, can I write for Richard, too? I say, Absolutely. I will begin a separate profile post for him. They need to be kept separate until they come together and join resources.

………………………

I have updated your resources below up to the morning of Day 4.

Is there anything you wanted to be doing while you waited?

……………………………

Beginning of Day 4

Your location:
...7th floor apartment of your 8 floor apartment building.
...Security … very high.

Weapons:
9mm semi-auto pistol with 136 rounds.
.38 Special revolver with 50 rounds.

Food … 8 days as full rations.
Tap Water … available but pressure is diminishing.
Container Water … 6 gallons in containers.
Non potable water … 40 gallons in the tub.
Electricity … no, as of Day 2.
Cell service … no, as of Day 2.

NEW -- Toilet paper … 3 rolls … I do not know about you, but I would rather be eaten by Rabids than to wipe my ass with pages from a magazine.

………………………………

Living characters:
...Your father and mother, on a farm 11 miles from your apartment.
...Richard, your best bud, 3 blocks away in his restaurant.
...Marla, your deceased sister's roommate, in her apartment 9 blocks from yours.

Deceased characters
...Your twin sister, Sara, killed Day 1 by Rabids.

Characters with unknown fates
...Katie, your neighbor and lust target, who was in the hall when the Rabids attacked in Post #3. She ran away, but her fate is unknown.

 

[Alice2015]

Day 1 for Richard

He owns a restaurant or café or greasy spoon … roll d6 for elegance … 5 … NICE place. What about inventory? 3 … not a lot, but only because they buy fresh every day and don't serve much from a can or box. How many customers does he serve a day, meaning how many servings of food are in the restaurant … 10d6 plus 20 … 54 servings.

He is in his restaurant early to prepare for brunch when beyond the windows, all hell breaks loose. It appears to be a riot, possibly with looting, until he sees someone attack, bite into, and begin eating another person.

One of the plate glass windows shatters, then another … and crazy people are running into the restaurant. He flees to the back, then to the walk in freezer, which he locks from inside. There are coats, gloves, and hats for the workers and delivery people, so at least he has something to wear.

In here, he cannot hear what is going on beyond the door with the freezer fans going. He is starting to get cold, but bundled up he can stay in here for … rolling 2d6 … 8 hours before he has to think about getting the hell out.

The longer he remains, the better the situation outside … MAYBE. Those dangerous dice.

How long before he opens the door and goes outside … or would he just prefer to be found here centuries in the future looking like the Iceman?

……………………

Beginning of Day 1

Richard's location:
...Restaurant … need name … walk in freezer.
...Security … very high IN the freezer, but unknown beyond it.

Weapons:
...does he keep a weapon hidden in the case of robberies or active shooters … d6 … 4 … yes, a 9mm semi-auto pistol with 2 clips … 28 rounds.
...but was he able to get to it before he entered the freezer … d6 minus 3 … 2 … yes, but he did not grab the second clip.

Food
…54 servings of perishables … depletes at 8 servings a day unless somehow preserved.
...54 days of lasting stuff.

Tap Water … available.
Container Water
…customers like their bottled water … d6 times 100 … 500 small bottles.

Non potable water Does it occur to him to fill other containers?

Alcohol … oh god yes … 5d6 plus 20 is 21 … 2d6 is 8 … 21 cases of liquor, averaging 8 bottles per case … what about wine, gotta have wine … 10d6 plus 50 is 87 bottles … let's get drunk.

Electricity
…yes, from the grid.
...does he have a backup generator for power outages? d6 … 3 … yes
...fuel … 2d6 … 7 hours.

Cell service … yes.
Land line … yes, working.

Toilet paper … d6 plus 1 … 3 cases of 64 each … he gets a bulk discount, I guess.

I have never worked in a restaurant, so I do not know what else to add as a restaurant type resource. Kick in some ideas as we go along.

………………………………

Living characters:
…Your friend Hans, who has his own profile.

Deceased characters
...

Characters with unknown fates
...

 

[TiredFingers]

Day 1 for Richard

I can't believe this is happening. I'm not even sure what's happening. All I know is that a riot exploded outside The Green Plate and suddenly people were attacking me. I snatched my handgun, unfortunately forgetting to grab the second clip, and ran for the only place I knew I would be safe, the walk in refrigerator.

NOTE: Refrigerator, not freezer.

I know I can't stay in here forever. What's going on out there? Is my restaurant being looted? Smashed up? Burned all around me?

I bundle up, determined to stay inside until I can learn something. I'll call 9-1-1. No, they must know what's happening already.

I call my good friend Hans, and he tells me its happening all over the city, maybe even beyond it. He tells me all about these things people are calling Rabids. I tell him I'm inside the freezer with only my phone and gun. My battery won't last long, so we agree to call each other every hour, on the hour, and I turn it off after I listen to some news via the internet.


6 hours later, my call to Hans tells me nothing's changed. The city is in melt down. I tell him about this guy on the local public radio station, Jake the Janitor, who seems to be the most accurate source of news for this neighborhood. Hans doesn't have a radio, but he listens in on the app I tell him to download.


8 hours later, I have no choice but to peek outside. I know that to stay here longer without better protection than these cheap ass reefer coats is going to become dangerous.

Hans told me that the Rabids seem to be attracted to sound and/or movement, so I very carefully, very slowly open the fridge door...

What happens? If the coast is clear, I will ever so slowly and quiet venture outside to check things out. If I see any sign of these Rabids, I will slam the door shut again and wait to freeze to death...

??? I always wanted a backup battery system to store solar power from a panel on the roof. Can I have it?

……………………

Beginning of Day 1

Richard's location:
…"The Green Plate" Restaurant, inside the walk in refrigerator.
...Security … very high IN the fridge, unknown beyond it.

Weapons:
...9mm semi-auto pistol, 2 clips, 28 rounds.

Food
…54 servings of perishables … depletes at 8 servings a day unless somehow preserved.
...54 days of non-perishables.

Tap Water … available.
Container Water … 500 small bottles.
Non potable water None yet filled.

Alcohol
…21 cases of liquor, averaging 8 bottles per case
…87 bottles of wine.

Other restaurant type things (to come as we think of them)

Electricity
…yes, from the grid.
...backup generator with 7 hours of fuel.

Cell service … yes.
Land line … yes, working.

Toilet paper … 192 rolls.

………………………………

Living characters:
…Your friend Hans, who has his own profile.
...I don't have any family.

Deceased characters
...None yet.

Characters with unknown fates
...Girl friend Rennie, who was hiking with girlfriends, without cell phones.

 

[Alice2015]

Day 1 for Richard

8 hours later, I have no choice but to peek outside.

??? I always wanted a backup battery system to store solar power from a panel on the roof. Can I have it?

……………………

Yes, you can have a solar power system, since you are a GREEN restaurant and I believe you are the type to do something like that.

Are there Rabids within seeing or hearing of the fridge … there is no one here for them to eat, so the odds are low … d6 minus 4 … zero.

You sneak out into the kitchen to find it looking mostly undisturbed. I assume you retrieve the second clip? You decide.

You peek out into the seating area, finding most of the windows broken and some mayhem from the Rabids that chased after you. But there are no signs of looting or vandalizing. Are there Rabids … d6 minus 2 … yes, 3 of them, outside the restaurant, must milling about.

But do they see you, as I assume you are being very cautious … d6 minus 4 … YIKES, they do. They rush at you … one after another, about 2 seconds apart, the first 6 seconds away.

Do you shoot or return to the fridge?

 

[TiredFingers]

Do you shoot or return to the fridge?

Crap, they see me. They are coming.

I have been thinking about this, for 8 hours in a frickin fridge as I froze my ass off. This is my restaurant. No one is running me out of it, or eating me like I am the dinner special.

I raise my gun and fire, aiming center mass. Yeah, I have seen all the movies and series about how you have to shoot a zombie in the brain or cut its head from itd body, but that is not what I am thinking right now. I am thinking that I am shooting at a human being, and they say on television to aim center mass.

Does it work? If so, I will keep on firing. If I fear I am about to be overrun, I will flee for the fridge again.

 

[Alice2015]

I raise my gun and fire, aiming center mass. Does it work? If so, I will keep on firing. If I fear I am about to be overrun, I will flee for the fridge again.

The closer they get, the easier they are to hit, so … let us make the first shot...

d6 for 3 or more is … 3, hit. The Rabid flinches but keeps coming...
d6 for 4 or more is … 4, hit. The Rabid flinches and stumbles a bit, but keeps coming...
d6 for 5 or more is … 6, miss. The Rabid is unsteady but keeps coming...
d6 for 6 or more is … 3, hit. The Rabid falls, crashing to the ground as yet another one takes its place...
d6 for 3 or more is … 1, hit. The Rabid stumbles, hesitates, but keeps coming slowly... Your next shot is easier...
d6 for 5 or more is … 3, hit. The Rabid jerks backwards, with the one behind it crashing into it. One drops, the other comes at you a bit less threatening...
d6 for 4 or more is … 1, hit. The Rabid's head explodes.

The Rabids are all dead, laying almost in a pile just feet from … well from your feet, duh.

You made a lot of noise. Do more Rabids hear the noise … d6 of 2 … 6 … YIKES. You hear noise out on the streets, then see Rabids rushing down the street. They do not seem to have you pin pointed.

You can hide in the open seating area or kitchen or return to the fridge or … is there another place to hide that is safe but not 34 degrees? d6 is 5 … yes, there is a stairway in the side hallway with a secure fire door that leads to the 2nd floor, then to the 3rd and 4th floors. You have no way of knowing whether or not there are Rabids up there.

What do you do?

 

[TiredFingers]

For Richard

I know the Rabids will find me. I have to hide again. I hurry to the kitchen to hide, contemplating the fridge again. But I can still feel the cold in my bones.

Then I remember the new fire door we put in the stairs in preparation for converting the upper floors to lofts. I grab the nearest food I find, a chunk of cheese I had been grating, and a loaf of 9 grain bread baked daily by a neighborhood bakery. Then, spotting the case sitting against the wall for unpacking, I snatched a bottle of wine.

And up the stairs I went.

What do I find?

 

[Alice2015]

Day 1 ... Richard

Because the upstairs is still under construction, the only people who would have been there were Carpenters, electricians, and the like. Rolling d6 minus 2 ... 1 person. Odds of being Rabid, d6 of 1 ... 4, so no. Gender is likely male, from my experience ogling construction site workers ... D6 of 1 is female ... 1 ... How about that?

"Stay back!" She screams, raising a nail gun as if it is a very big handgun. "Stay the hell back."

And then, having rigged it to fire in the air, she fires a dozen nails your way...
...D6 of 3 hits without damage, d6 of 2 penetrates, d6 of one is serious...
...1, 6, 4, 3, 2. 5, 4, 2, 4, 5, 2, and 3.

 

[TiredFingers]

Day 1 ... Richard

...D6 of 3 hits without damage, d6 of 2 penetrates, d6 of one is serious...
...1, 6, 4, 3, 2. 5, 4, 2, 4, 5, 2, and 3.

I knew there had been a crew working on the 2nd floor, turning the former storage rooms into loft apartments. But I really did not expect to find anyone up here now, so late in the day as the world was exploding out there.

I recognized the woman, of course. You did not often see a carpenter with a face and body like hers. I obviously startled her, but before I could say anything she was firing a nail gun at me!

One hit me right in the chest, sinking into my muscles. I screamed out in pain as more steel projectiles came at me rapid fire. One whizzed past my head, then another. One bounced off my arm, and yet another stuck in my chest.

“Stop!” I screamed out, holding my hands up, fearful one of the nails would hit me in the face, even an eye. Pain exploded in my forearm, more whizzing sounds scared me, and yet another nail got me, this time in the thigh. “Please!”

She finally stopped shooting nails at me. All I could think about was the fucking pain. I looked to her and asked, “What the fuck?”

 

[Alice2015]

Day 1 … Richard

“I'm sorry!” the woman apologizes, dropping the nail gun. “I thought you were one of them!”

She introduces herself as Karla and asks to help you with the wounds she caused. She gets the crew's first aid kit. As you talk, she explains the she was here with her crew, but the others left when the mayhem began. She stayed to be picked up by her father, whom she had called , but he never showed.

She pulls the nails and bandages you. It is painful, but there are no serious threats to your life. What about infection? Will take time to find out.

Karla tells you she does not know what to do now. She is trapped here with no food, she already ate her packed lunch … or water drank that, too … or a place to sleep tonight.

 

[TiredFingers]

Day 1 … Richard

My entire body screams in pain as Karla comes to my rescue, after having put all the nails into me in the first place, obviously. I know I should be furious, but I can see where she's coming from. Cannibalistic crazies are running all over the city eating people, she hears gun fire downstairs, and then a man she didn't know came flying up the stairs with a pistol in his hand.

I'm just glad I had the foresight not to shoot back! I think deep down, I knew it was just a misunderstanding and that she was just scared.

It takes an hour or more, I'm not sure, to get all of the nails out and the wounds healed. Neither of us had ever dealt with wounds like these, of course, but with the internet still coming to my phone, hello YouTube. There were disinfectant wipes in the first aid kit for cleaning my wounds, and we used duct tape (yes, duct tape!) to close the worst of the wounds in the place of stitches.

"I don't know what to do," Karla says in every continuing panic. "I'm all alone here, I can't get out of here, my dad's missing and not answering his phone. I'm gonna die here!"

"No, you're not going to die here, anymore than I am," I tell her. I realize that if she'd thinking about it, that's not much comfort, because I may very well die here, too. "The restaurant has lots of food and water. And we'll figure out something for sleeping and keeping warm. The electric's still working, so we have heat."

By this point, I'm just sort of rambling, thinking off the top of my head. I forget that we are upstairs and the Rabids are downstairs, where all of the resources I am talking about can be found.

"We have a heater," Karla tells me. She shows me one of those propane burning heaters that the crew used to warm the space, since all of the electric heating devices had been removed during renovation. "We have propane tanks, two of them. I think we've got about {… d6+5 …} 10 gallons. That should at least last us through the night, shouldn't it?"

We look for a place where we can create an enclosed space, a place we can heat while ignoring the rest of the floor {… d6 … 2}. But the floor is pretty much just one big open space with some 2x4 framing that will eventually have walls put up on them.

"We can staple plastic sheeting to enclose that," Karla suggests, pointing to some small framed place that probably would become a closet. We do it, trying to be as quiet as possible, and when we are done and inside with the heater on to battle the already dropping temperatures, she reminds me of the food I'd brought up with me, asking, "Hungry?"

We eat cheese and bread and drink water {d6 … 4} and the wine, which fortunately did not break when I dropped all of it on the floor while being shot!

I give Karla the fridge coat, which I'd still been wearing when I came upstairs. She insists that I keep the gloves and hat, though. We are both warm enough not to shiver.

We talk quietly to one another about what's happening, about who and what each of us are, about life in general. She is a babe, and I can't help but think that this apocalypse just got a whole lot better. But, is she into me? I just don't know. (GM?)

So, what's next? Our plan is to stay up here for the night, listen to the news on Karla phone while using mine to keep in touch with Hans, check my bandages from time to time, and see what happens out in the world. We have light from the shop lamps on extension cords plugged into the few sockets powered up here. Occasionally, I go to the windows to look outside. Nothing much is changing, except that the streets seem to be getting less active.

 

[Alice2015]

Day 1 for Richard

Health:
… Injured by nail gun, shot by Karla … 4 penetrated, 2 bad with possibility of infection.
… Otherwise healthy with good nutrition.

Richard's location:
…"The Green Plate" Restaurant, upstairs in unfinished loft with Karla.
...Security … high.

Weapons:
...9mm semi-auto pistol, 2 clips, 17 rounds.

Food -- NOTE that the food is in the restaurant.
…54 servings of perishables … depletes at 8 servings a day unless somehow preserved.
...54 days of non-perishables.

Tap Water … available.
Container Water … 500 small bottles.
Non potable water None yet filled.

Alcohol
…21 cases of liquor, averaging 8 bottles per case
…86 bottles of wine.

Other restaurant type things (to come as we think of them)

Electricity
…yes, from the grid.
...backup generator with 7 hours of fuel.

Cell service … yes.
Land line … yes, working.

Toilet paper … 192 rolls.

………………………………

Living characters:
… Your friend Hans, who has his own profile.
… New friend, Karla, for whom I will create a profile when I can get to my computer later today. (Both Alice2015 and TiredFingers can write for Karla.)

Deceased characters
...None yet.

Characters with unknown fates
...Girl friend Rennie, who was hiking with girlfriends, without cell phones.

………………………

So, what's next? Our plan is to stay up here for the night, listen to the news on Karla phone while using mine to keep in touch with Hans, check my bandages from time to time, and see what happens out in the world.

The night is uncomfortable for both of you because of the cold and hard floor and Rabids outside on the street and maybe in the building downstairs, but you make it through.

How does Karla react to you … the higher the d6 roll, the more friendly … 3 … she shows trust but she does not show any intimacy, such as asking you to hold her in the cold.

During the night, the power goes out … you lose the electric lights. You have the flashlight app on Karla's phone, but when you check for service, neither of you have it.

How does Karla react to the change … 1 … she seems to become less trusting, inconspicuously moving a bit farther away and seeming to keep more attention on you. She uses her phone to retrieve the nail gun, telling you simply, "In case those things get up here. I promise, I won't shoot you again, ha ha."


Day 2 for Richard and Karla...

You awake to no sounds downstairs and streets that are less threatening. Karla is still afraid of the Rabids, of course. Is she still wary about you after getting through the night without you raping, murdering, or eating her … again, ha ha … d6 is 3 … she is back to trusting you again.

She checks your wounds and uses the last of what the first aid case has to change them. "We need alcohol, and bandages. You could get infected."

Do you go downstairs? Use similar rolls to what you did coming out of the fridge.

As soon as Richard and Karla catch up to Hans's calendar, you can start writing both again.