You wake with a gasp, causing the little dog next to you to perk up. You get the unsettling feeling that someone else is in the room watching you, but the feeling passes as you flip on the light and sit up.

It’s dark outside. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 8:42, but it seems much earlier than that. A peek out the window reveals a threatening sky unleashing a torrential downpour. Your troubling dream leaves your mind, but is replaced with the memories of yesterday. You move to the side of the bed, wincing as your back throbs in pain. The dog jumps down and gives you an anticipating grin.

Time to start the day.

>How do you begin your morning?

>>27608610
Do a few exercises.
Check if the internet works.
Check if the phone works. Try calling ex.
Feed dog.

>>27608712
Good plan

>>27608770
>>27608712
Off we go!

>>27608560
Oh shit, this again. Last thread was amazing.

You rise out of bed slowly. You’re sore. You stretch out, testing your injuries. You shoulder seems to have an even smaller range of movement than it did last night, your back throbs if you bend too far in any direction. As you do your best to loosen up your mind drifts back to your football days. After doing as much of your old warm up as you can remember you feel much more limber.

The power is still on and last night the TV was working, so you try and get some more information online. The dog impatiently follows you to the desk and waits by your side while you try to connect, but it’s no use.

You and Brandie never got a house phone; it wasn’t worth the money when you both had cells. You pull out your cell as you head to the kitchen. The dog bounds ahead of you, nails clacking on the hardwood floor. Before you can even dial you see that the bars are empty. You try to call anyway, but to no avail. No ringing, nothing. What good is a phone that can’t make a God damn call? The dog can hardly contain itself as the kibble hits its bowl. It happily munches away, snorting and grumbling as it eats. You look around at the house, at the blue tarps that surge with the winds outside. Your own stomach grumbles.

You head to the fridge and take a look. Brandie has been eating better than you, that’s for sure. There are several eggs and some bacon in the freezer. You also remember grabbing some granola bars from the apartment.

>What do you want to eat?
And what’s the plan for today?
>Stay inside, scour TV and radio for information
>Stay inside, take a good stock of supplies and get reacquainted with the house
>Go out, try and talk to the neighbors, see what they know
>Go out, try for grocery stores and other supplies, you may need to hunker down for a while

>>27608939
Thanks, dude.

Rolled 7 + 3

>>27609182
>Go out, try for grocery stores and other supplies, you may need to hunker down for a while

Never hurts right?

>>27609182
Eat some eggs and bacon. Save granola for later since it's packaged. Can eat it on the move.
>Go out, try for grocery stores and other supplies, you may need to hunker down for a while
Grab some sort of melee weapon from the house, just in case.

>>27609262
>>27609309
Writing

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It takes you a minute to find the skillet and spatula. To your chagrin, Brandie reorganized the kitchen. Soon though, eggs and bacon are sizzling. You try not to make more than you need, in the back of your mind your trying to work out how to ration your food.

“No. You had yours already,” you remind the dog, who sits expectantly at your feet.

You head to the bathroom and relieve yourself, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eye is swollen a little from the scabbed over wound on your cheek. You turn and inspect the purplish-yellow bruise that stretches across your shoulder blade. You take some more Aleve for the pain, apply Neosporin and head to the bedroom.

You dress in layers, grab your cap, and tie your boots tight. The revolver is laying on the nightstand. You can still see the face of the woman and her children, lying in the bloodstained carpet. You push the thought from your mind and grab the gun.

Out on the kitchen counter you empty your backpack, stacking the food and supplies you gathered yesterday. You try and think of anything you might need to take with you. There are some tools in the garage, medicine in the bathroom, and the food you’ve collected.

>List what you’d like to take in your pack, but remember, you’ll have to carry out whatever you find, so don’t fill it up.

See if there's a crowbar we can take, lotta uses for that.

>>27609675
Second.
Also water.

>>27609724
>>27609675
I'd throw in the gun as well, you can vote me down if you think it'd be unnecessary.

>>27609794
Yes that too. Take gun.

>>27609675
>>27609724
>>27609794
>>27609811
I've started writing, but will keep my eye here to see what else pops up.

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You head out to the garage and flick on the lights. You had never kept the place very organized, but the earthquake had scattered your tools all over the place. Your dad had been a maintenance/handy-man his whole life and left you his collection of tools after he passed away. You scour through the clutter and pull out a crowbar. While you’re digging you notice a flashlight and grab that as well.

You head back to the kitchen and put a few bottles of water in the bag. You’re debating on whether or not you want to bring the revolver when you hear a scream outside.

>Grab the revolver and rush outside.
>Grab revolver and head to a window.
>Other

>>27609966
>Grab the revolver and rush outside.

>>27609966

Revolver and rush outside.

>>27609966
>Grab the revolver and rush outside.

>>27609978
>>27609990
>>27609998
Into the fray

>>27610015
Shout "Stand Fast, Craig Elachie!" We're a Grant. We take thing seriously.

You grab the revolver and rush out the front door. You see a bloodied woman running through the street crying out for help. You recognize her as one of your neighbors. Behind her a balding man is chasing her with a large kitchen knife. They sprint down the street, splashing in the shallow streams of rainwater. As the woman see’s you her eyes widen and she changes her course. She’s frantically reaching for you, crying out for help.

“COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Her pursuer screams.

>Back up into the house and prepare to close the door behind her, locking the man out.
>Step forward, gun raised and threaten the man
>Go inside and lock the door.
>Other

>>27610091
You crazy old Scot.

>>27610105
>Step forward, gun raised and threaten the man

>>27610105

Step forward, stand fast. Two handed stance with the revolver, prepare to fire.

>>27610105
>>Step forward, gun raised and threaten the man

You step forward, revolver raised. The woman’s face seems to light up in desperate fear.
“DO IT!!” She cries.
You try to remember what your dad taught you all those years ago on your hunting trips. You plant your feet, take a breath and line up the sights, drawing it on the oncoming man. The woman drifts to her left to give you a clearer shot. He’s less than 25 yards away.

>Fire
>Give a warning

>>27610218
>>Fire

>>27610218
>Fire
It doesn't look like that he's going to stop.
If we give a warning, he'll try to dodge and will be harder to shoot.

I am on the edge of my seat, I expect some supernatural shit to come up every post.Can't wait for some plot exposition.

>>27610218

Fire. Clan Grant fears nothing. Also, we need to find a kilt as soon as possible.

Rolled 16 + 3

>>27610218
>Give a warning

"What the hell is wrong with you?

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>>27610218
>Fire
Do it.

>>27610248
>>27610262
>>27610268
>>27610270
"Remember to squeeze the trigger, don't pull, son."

A chill crawls up your spine. Hairs rise on the back of your neck. The sound of the woman’s screaming seem to fade until there’s nothing but the roar of the rain and the sound of your pounding heart.

BANG!

The gun jumps in your hand as fire spews from the muzzle. You see the impact of the bullet in the rain and blood that bursts from the man’s chest. He lets out a horrible roar and flops down on the side walk, his knife tumbling into your yard.

The woman collapses at your porch, sobbing so heavily she has to hold onto the railing to support herself.

>Check on the woman
>Go and check on the man
>Other

>>27610363

Check on the woman.

>>27610363
Check the woman for wounds and administer first aid, but keep an eye on the guy.

After she's safe, go check on the guy.

>>27610363
>>Check on the woman

>>27610363
>Go and check on the man
make sure he isn't going to get back up

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You drop your arms and stare at the man for a moment. He’s not moving. Rain beats down on his back.
You rush over to the woman and put an arm around her back, leading her up the steps. Up close you can see she has a gash on her scalp, but most of the blood you saw was amplified by the rain. She buries her head into your shoulder, which hurts, but you bare it and hold her for a moment.

“Are you ok?” You ask.
“He tried to kill me,” she chokes between sobs.
“What happened?” You look back to the man on the sidewalk. No movement. Good.
“I don’t know…I don’t – he came pounding on my door and I—I,” She breaks down again, her sobs are almost inaudible as she gasps in and out.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s over.” You try to reassure her as you realize you can’t remember her name. Mary? Mar…M something. Damn it.
“We have to go in. Please. Please, please, please,” She grabs at your shirt, her eyes full of fear.

>Go in with her
>Send her inside and go check out the man
>Other

>>27610575
>>Send her inside and go check out the man

>>27610575
>asking to go in
My supernatural paranoia sense are tingling. Tell her to wait by the door while you check on the man.

>>27610575
>>Go in with her
I am not sure, there is something fishy here.

Maybe she tried to steal the guy's supplies or somesuch.

I think the guy is dealt with.

>>27610639
Me too.

>>27610639

Agreed

>>27610619
>>27610669
roll for it?

>>27610698
D20 or d100?

Rolled 1

>>27610708
I mean, should i do a d2
1. Go in with her
2. Send her in, investigate

>>27610756
Can we just tell her to wait by the door while we check on the man?

>>27610756
Actually Patmos, it sounds like the paranoia choice was to ask her to stay by the door while we check on Stabby McAngryBob

>>27610771
>>27610781
Checking!

“Ok. I’m going to go check on him. Make sure he’s, uh..” You trail off, “Go wait by the door. I’ll be right there, okay?”
She nods.
“Be careful. He’s fucking crazy.” She shakily walks to the door.

You ready your gun and step out into your yard. The rain beats down on you, dripping off your hat. You approach the man’s knife. If this was the weapon that caused… Marsha’s? No. If this caused what’s-her-name’s wound, the blood had washed away in the rain. You throw the knife back up towards the porch and carefully approach the man.

“Hey. You, uh, still with us?” You give his leg a light kick. Nothing.
Gun still drawn on him, you try and roll him over. He’s heavy. Dead weight.
The blood is deep red under him, but begins to diffuse as the rain beats away at it. His eyes stare blankly into the sky, a stare you’ve seen a lot of lately.

Up close you realize you recognize this man, too. As you recall his name was Rick. He lived a few doors down. Blood and red rain water run down his shirt and neck. You don’t feel a heartbeat or see any breathing. He’s dead.

Your mouth goes dry and you suddenly feel lightheaded.

“Is he dead?” she shouts from the porch.
“Yeah,” you say only loud enough to hear yourself. There’s a lot of blood on the sidewalk, some of it coming from Rick’s chest, some from some other cut on his hand.
“Can we please go in?” She sounds like she’s going to start crying again.

>Go in
>Investigate further (Anything in particular you wanna look for)
>Other

>>27610804
p-patmos pls post again

>>27611028
>>Investigate further (Anything in particular you wanna look for)
Tell her to wait just a minute and we will go in with her.
After that we check the cut on his hand, specifically, is it a claw wound or a knife wound or something else.

>>27611028
>>Investigate further

Interrogate the strange woman. You did just kill a guy you knew. Ask her why he would attack her, if she had known him, if he had been acting irrationally. Shit like that.

>>27611084
>>27611089
Combine, I will.

>>27611133
I am giddy with excitment at the thought that we may have stumbled upon something supernatural.

Who think this could some supernatural hate plague? Or a demonic mark etched into his flesh? Or a bite from a monster unleashed by the apocalypse?

>>27611251
Or we are just paranoid.

>>27611295
It's /tg/ home of the Shadowruns.

Of course we're paranoid.

>>27611295
Stop being so paranoid about being paranoid.

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“In a second!” You shout back, frustrated. You did just kill someone, can you have a second to check him out? It’s not exactly like this shit happens every day.

You pick up Rick’s hand and examine the cut. It’s pretty deep, looks like it was done with a knife. It’s some kind of crudely shaped triangle with circles in the corners.

This doesn’t make any sense. Rick was always a nice guy. When you and Brandie moved in he and his wife brought over a pie and introduced themselves. He wasn’t the type to go chasing women down the street with a knife. What the fuck is going on?

Frustrated, confused, you head back up to the porch.

“What the fuck is going on? What happened?” You get close to the woman, demand answers. She shies away from you, backing up against the house. Her eyes wide.
“I-I don’t know. He came banging on the door and, and, and I opened it to see what was going on…I thought he was hurt or something, I mean, I knew it was Rick. So I opened the door and he had a knife and he just, like, fucking swung it at me. And he cut my head,” she starts to tear up, “and I ran around in my living room trying to get away from him, but he followed me calling me a bitch and swinging the knife, so I ran outside and screamed for help—and I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck is going on Rodger!” She ends her story defiantly, staring up at you with her fists clenched.
You hold her stare for a moment, but relent. You didn’t mean to take all this out on her. You nod and look at Rick on the sidewalk.
“Ok, let’s go in.”

>cont. sorry I'm slow tonight guys.

>>27611380
Great, 666 the number of the beast arranged as a triangle. Look like someone accepted the bargain from Lucifer last night.

>>27611419
Ah hel....I mean crap. Guess we should be careful now.

The dog seems happy to see you both and greets your visitor enthusiastically. You’re both soaked.

“Do you have anything for this?” She points to her head.
“Yeah, yeah,” you reply. You start to head to the bathroom, but turn back.
“Look, sorry for that back there. I – “
“It’s okay,” she says quietly.

You grab the first aid kit and take a look at her head.

“So you heard from Brandie?” She asks you.

>No. Have you?
>Yes [lie]
>Other

>>27611493
>>No. Have you?
Explain to her carefully that were in town when the earthquake shook the world. We fled to the country to find our former ranch empty.

I don't want her to think that we killed Brandie.

Also, check her palms.

>>27611493
>No. Have you?

>>27611527
>>27611540
Writing

“No. Have you?” You ask.
“Not since yesterday when she went to work.”
You nod and swab away some of the blood from her cut. She winces.
“Sorry. So were you at work when it... happened?” You ask.
She nods.
“Yeah. I was. I work at the mall in the Coach store. All the sudden there was like a bunch of screaming, we thought it might’ve been like a shooting or something. And I saw all these people just on the ground and then the shaking started. Ow!” she yelps.
“Sorry, sorry, alcohol. Wanted to make sure it was clean. I was at work too. I was actually talking to someone and then… she was just… gone. I tried to help out the people at the office, but…well, they didn’t make it. So I came over here. I was kind of hoping Brandie would be here.” You try and work out how you’re going to wrap up her gash.
“Hold your hair up for me for me a second,” you ask. As she does you take a quick peek at her hands: No marks. Not like Rick. Good.
You wrap gauze around her head a few times to keep the pad in place.
“Okay, you’re all set.” She takes a look at herself in the mirror and frowns.
“I look like an Indian. Have you got a feather to stick in the back of this thing?” You chuckle at that.

The dog comes skittering into the bathroom. She bends down to pet him.
“What’s his name?”

>I don’t know.
>[Make up a name]
>Use this opportunity to awkwardly bring up the fact that you don’t remember her name
>Other

>>27611751
>>[Make up a name]
Lily

>>27611751
Name: Clock
>Use this opportunity to awkwardly bring up the fact that you don’t remember her name

>>27611793
He's got a dongle.
Also, he has a collar. So it's possible he has name tag, you just haven't looked at it yet

>>27611833
Oops.

>>[Make up a name]
Well, Rufus then.

>>27611751
>[Make up a name]
Call him a fearsome name, like Champ.

>Use this opportunity to awkwardly bring up the fact that you don’t remember her name
We should ask her right now before an ackward situation comes up later.

>>27611869
>>27611862
Rufus guy here, Champ works.

“I’m not real sure. I was think of calling him Champ maybe? And speaking of which, I, uh, I don’t remember your name. I’m sorry. It’s just been a while and –“ She cuts you off.
“Mariah. Remember? End of the street? My boyfriend Dan?” You nod as she says it. Mariah! Well, you were close.
“Right, right. Sorry. Where is Dan?” You ask.
“Well, I don’t know. After the quake I came back to the house, but Danny never did. I’m not really sure where he is…” She starts to tear up again.
“I’m sure he’s okay. The city is a mess. He might’ve found some help. Red Cross or something, you know?” You try and make up something that sounds plausible.
“Yeah,” she replies quietly, but doesn’t seem to believe it. “So, now what?”

>Go out. Look for supplies, maybe for Dan and Brandie?
>Stay in. Find out more about what’s going on.
>Other

>>27612045
>>Go out. Look for supplies, maybe for Dan and Brandie?

>>27612045
>Go out. Look for supplies, maybe for Dan and Brandie?

Go out and check on neighbors. Go to any store nearby and check if there are supplies.

We should make the ranch our safe haven for now.

>>27612045
>Go out. Look for supplies, maybe for Dan and Brandie?
Tell her she can fix herself something to eat, but there is only so much food so try not to take too much.

>>27612134
>>27612078
>>27612143
Ok.

Also, so everyone knows: You're in a neighborhood. It's a "ranch-style" single story home. Sorry if that was confusing you. Bad wording. Its not like a farm thingy.

>>27612159
Ok, so first up is going to be water procurement. If as many people are gone as it seems, the water might not keep running for long. Draw a tub of cold water.

>>27612263
Also fill cauldrons and some bottles if we can.

“Why don’t we go out and see if we can get some more food and stuff?” You say.
“I don’t know… I mean, what about Rick out there? Should we… call someone? I mean it was self-defense.” Mariah replies.
“I don’t think anyone is going to come, even if we could get a hold of them. They’ve got bigger things to worry about.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It’s just like, weird to leave him out there, you know?”
“I don’t know what to do with him. They’ve got to set up mass graves or something for all these bodies.” You head into the bedroom and grab some dry clothes for yourself. You offer Brandie’s clothes to Mariah. You get changed, grab your backpack and baseball bat, and stick the revolver in your jacket pocket. You pet Champ on the head as you walk out and tell him to hold the fort. You found a spare key, so you can lock the front door.

Outside, the rain hasn’t let up. Rick’s body is still face up in the front yard. You run out to the car with Mariah and jump in. You’re noticeably damp, even from the short run. Just before you back out you have a thought. You run in and fill a couple of Tupperware containers with water. You run back out and drive.
“Where to first?” Mariah asks.

>Wal-Mart. Everything in one place.
>Grocery store. Focus on food
>Dicks Sporting Goods. Ammo and survival equipment.
>Other

>>27612358
>Wal-Mart. Everything in one place

It'll just werk, believe me.

>>27612358
>Dicks Sporting Goods. Ammo and survival equipment.
I guess there will be water and dry food at that place.
If we go there, we should grab diving equipment and a canoe.

I have a feeling the rain won't stop.

>>27612409
>>27612399
Consensus please.

>>27612358
Go to wally world. See if we have any softshell pants. Help keep us a touch more dry.

>>27612540
Oh, and pick up a long gun of some sort. A carbine if we can find it, a levergun in 30-30 if we cannot, shotgun at least.

>>27612358
>Dicks Sporting Goods. Ammo and survival equipment.

We don't know how long the gas is going to keep running, nor how long the water is going to keep going. We need water purifiers, portable stoves and propane. Maybe a set of binoculars as well. Ammo is a secondary issue, but a very real issue nevertheless. Whilst we (hopefully) shouldn't need military-grade gear, expanding our defensive options is best.

I'm almost annoyed we saved Mariah, whilst it was certainly the right thing to do, we now have two mouths to feed, not to mention the possibility that she might stab us in the back (I'm hoping this part is just me being paranoid).

And somewhat off-topic, but I just saw Gravity, great movie. I highly recommend it.

>>27612358
>Dicks Sporting Goods. Ammo and survival equipment.

>>27612409
Yes.

>>27612358
>Dicks Sporting Goods. Ammo and survival equipment.

>>27612576
Our odds to survive as a group are greater. Lets amass a group of survivor and rebuild civilization through lewd acts.

>>27612358
>>Wal-Mart. Everything in one place.
Another vote for wal-mart.

Dicks wins

>>27612619

Not if we have a reliable source of food, not to mention that we don't know what vital skills she can contribute.

By the way, can you people think without one arm under for once?

>>27612576
We should train her in something that won't waste too much resources. Maybe a crossbow/bow or something we get at Dicks Sporting Goods.
That way she's worth something, rather than being just dead weight. Having a silent ranged weapon will bring its advantages as well, those Lucifered can still hear, and gunshots are loud.
As for food, we can use said bow/xbow to hunt if needed.
The Sporting Goods shop will also have survival knives, and other really good equipment like compasses, which we'll need now that we know there is an enemy out there.

Kinda reminds me of Crossed.

>>27612658
How are we going to train her to use a weapon when we have no idea how to ourselves? Not to mention we have no idea who's reliable with Angry Man apparently making people go crazy.

How are we going to hunt when we don't know where to?

Look, ideas are good, but I think you're kind of jumping the gun here.

>>27612732
Well our new buddy hasn't killed us yet, so I think that's a good thing.
As for the bow thing, we'll figure it out, Cavemen did and they got good at it.
As we explore we'll find places to hunt, like national parks, and eventually nature will start to take over the city.

Sure my ideas aren't that great at the moment, but we should keep them in mind as we proceed along the quest, because at one point it'l be relevant.

>>27612791
Yet.

Cavemen were used to a much more primitive life, not to mention I don't think they even had bows.

National parks.

Do you seriously expect us to just stroll into a national park and find some food? I mean really?

Your ideas aren't great period unless you manage to clear out the issues surrounding them.

>>27609593
>mugshots.com
lel

>>27612894
Yeah, ignore the watermarks.

>>27612867
Well someone back then made the bow and someone back then got good at it.

The national park thing, of course we're not going to instantly find food, but parks are the most likely place to find animals to hunt. Most likely birds I guess, all the deer and stuff would have been spooked and moved elsewhere.
Eventually we're going to run out of food produced by people and then we're going to have to hunt our own food, and where's the most likely place to find animals to hunt? Certainly not in the ruins of concrete and and metal.

As you drive Mariah flips through the radio stations.
A woman reports:
“…unexplained event that has destroyed just an unfathomable amount of people, around the world, at the same time. Some officials are sighting this as a chemical terror attack, but the scale of the event has discredited that claim…”
Then a panel:
“Look we’ve got reports from New York, to London, to missions down in Uganda! I mean, this thing is, is, BEYOND huge!”
“You guys know about SIDS, the Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, right? I mean, what if it’s something like that? Like –“
“So what we all have somekind of disease?”
“That still doesn’t explain how – what a billion or more —people died in the same instant!”
A man preaching over hymnals:
“… Judgment that is upon us! Take heed, for the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ will return. Beware the Beast and his temptations! Beware God’s Wrath! The Tribulation has begun and our time of suffering is now!”
Most other stations are playing the Emergency Alert announcement, but one has a different message.
“…relief center located at Wick Park. Food and water rations available. This message will repeat. There is a relief center located…” Mariah looks at you, excitedly.
“Rodger! A relief place. Dan could be there!”
“Maybe. But we’re going to Dicks first. I’d feel a lot better with some better equipment,” you reply. She deflates at your response, but it’s what needs to be done.
>cont.

You pull in to the parking lot. There’s a good deal of cars around. You put on your backpack and grab the baseball bat, just in case. The revolver is still in your jacket pocket.

There’s debris around the front of the building and all of the windows are shattered. The automatic doors are pushed open. You move in quietly, trying to see if anyone else is in the store.

There are no cashiers and no power. The front of the store is lit by the bluish light that filters in through the shattered store front, but the back area is very dark. Unfortunately all of the guns and ammo are in the back of the store, while camping supplies are to the left.

Where to first?
>Camping Supplies
>Guns and Ammo

>>27612970
>we’re going to Dicks
I giggled. Sue me.

>>27612966
Ignoring of course, Mariah's reliability issues, how we're going to get to a National Park in the first place, even knowing how to properly cook an animal, ammunition supply, etc.

We're better off finding a farm of some sort.

>>27612983
Guns and Ammo

>>27612983
>Guns and Ammo

We'll be weighed down by the camping supplies while we're going to have to get used to lugging around a gun. We can pick them up on the way out. Also, while camping supplies are more vital in the long run, guns are of more immediate importance.

>>27612970
>“Maybe. But we’re going to Dicks first. I’d feel a lot better with some better equipment,” you reply. She deflates at your response, but it’s what needs to be done.
Dicks -- you may not want it, but it's what needs to be done.

>>27612983
>Guns and Ammo

>>27613060
This, we need guns now, while we have a larger margin of error to find camping supplies.

It isn't like Dicks is the only store that stocks camping supplies right?

>>27612983
Lets announce our entrance while taking cover. Don't want to bump into a possessed dude with a shotgun.

>>27613129

I get the feeling a possessed dude would be pretty loud. Besides the more time we dilly-dally, the larger the chance someone else would show up.

Huh, was this what would've happened to us if we took the hand?

Guns and Ammo
Writing.

>>27613003
Yeah, ignoring the reliability things. We should know what we're going to do to people if they are reliable, because if they aren't then either they or we are going to die.

And when everything is in rubble and we're just exploring the place, it won't be too hard to find a forest-y place, because it's going to be the only green in miles, since all the lights in the surrounding area are likely dead.
As for properly cooking an animal, I'm pretty sure we can figure that out too, it's not like making a Filet Mignon. The ammunition can be made from wood, rock, and feathers.
Though learning how to fletch arrows is going to take a while.

>>27613233
My point is that we're better off alone, and the sooner we find Dan to off-load Mariah off to him the better.

Because foresty place totally equals food we can catch and eat.

We're also going to need something to light any wood, because I sure as hell doubt we're going to do it by rubbing two sticks together. And this is assuming we get sufficient dry wood for the fire.

Do you seriously that we can magically make arrows from wood, rock, and feathers? Let alone them being anywhere good enough to kill something.

>>27613233
>>27613324
How about you two stop arguing and wait and see where this goes, society hasn't even completely collapsed yet, it might not even get that far.

Let's see where OP is going with this before we start skinning deer and living in the woods.

>>27613153
Most likely yes.

>>27613356
I think we may have a flood of biblical proportion upon us pretty soon, so I don't think forests will be safe.

>>27613408

We'd have a much more reliable source of food in a farm if it ever came to that.

“Alright, we need to get to the back of the store.” You pull out the flashlight and choke up on the baseball bat.

The store is totally trashed, either by the earthquake or the panicked people from yesterday. Looking around you’re glad you didn’t go out last night. As you delve deeper into the store, the flashlight proves to be essential. You move slowly, pointing out obstacles to Mariah as you move through the aisles.

You reach the gun counter. The display case for the knives has been smashed open, the glass crunches under your shoes. There doesn’t seem to be much left. A couple of tiny pocket knives are left inside the case, but as you search through the debris around the counter you find a few sturdier models. You pick up two knives. One is darkly colored: folding blade, metal handle, a blade around 3 inches. The other has a folding silver blade and a polymer handle, about as long as the first. You pocket one and give the other to Mariah, just in case.

>Cont.
>Bicker amongst yourselves about which one you kept, while I write the next bit.

>>27613356
Yeah okay.

>>27613450

Well, uh, I'd go with the dark colored one, because shiny is bad.

>>27613450
>Bicker amongst yourselves about which one you kept, while I write the next bit.

Dark colored one, because I said so.

>>27613477
>>27613477
Ain't gonna be shining in your pocket, though.

>>27608560
>Just got to this thread and read up
Thank you GM for making this, this is really cool

>>27613509

Gonna be shining if we use it for anything.

Eh, if nothing else, black is cooler.

We can use the silver blade to defend against the inevitable hordes of supernatural horrors though.

Yes, it is obviously literally silver.

>>27613541
Dun dun duuuuuuun!

>>27613541
We need to find some silver dollars, forge some silver bullets out of them and then shoot Lucifer with them.

OP i have to go now, when are you going to post tomorrow? I'm just going to read the rest in the archive. Pretty late in Georgia.

>>27613649
Night dude. Might be able to come back Tuesday. Check the Twitter. When I know, you'll know. Thanks for playing.

You head around the counter and pan the flashlight along the gun rack. Nothing.
“Are they all gone?” Mariah asks.
“Looks like it. Shit!” You try looking through some of the debris on the floor, but don’t find anything.
You sigh with frustration and head towards the ammo aisles. Even from a distance you can see how bare they are.
Mariah pulls out her cell phone and turns on the flashlight. “I can help look. What size bullet?”
“.38 Special. Make sure it says special,” you reply.
Most of the boxes the remain are empty or have been spilled on the floor. You are painstakingly looking through the cartridges when Mariah calls out.
“Rodger! I found one!”
“Bullets?” You ask back.
“No, a gun!” She appears at your side holding a rifle.
In the light of the flashlight you read that it’s a Ruger .22LR. You tell Mariah to try and find some of that and inspect the gun further. It doesn’t seem to be broken or damaged, but the trigger lock remains on it.
Your looking for a way to get it off when you hear a crash at the front of the store.
“WHERE ARE YOU?!” A man’s voice.
Mariah looks at you with terror in her eyes.

>Hide
>Shout something back
>Other

>>27613697
>>Hide

>>27613697
>Hide

Hide, prepare gun.

>>27613697
Hide with Mariah.

>>27613730
>>27613756
>>27613762
ok

>>27613697
>Shout something back
"Dave's not here, man!"

>>27613697
>Hide

Disappointing, but the Ruger is a pretty good find, and the .22 is pretty popular from my admittedly limited knowledge...

“Fuck! Get over here. Flashlight off,” You whisper to Mariah. She lingers for a moment before she rushes over to you, which annoys you. But as she comes around the corner she holds up a small box.
“Found some,” she says.
Without any light you can’t read the box, but the bullets feel small enough. Your fingers grope along the gun until you find a lever to release the small magazine. You hand it to Mariah.
“Put as many in there as you can, make sure they’re pushed back all the way okay?”
“Okay,” she says and gets to work.
This rifle isn’t going to do you any good with the trigger lock on it.

>Try to find the keys
>Pry it off with the knife
>Screw it, get out the revolver (4 rounds remaining)
>Other

>>27613890
>Screw it, get out the revolver (4 rounds remaining)

>>27613890
>>Screw it, get out the revolver (4 rounds remaining)
I don't think that trying to find the key right now will be possible really.

>>27613890
>Screw it, get out the revolver (4 rounds remaining)

Close quarters are what pistols are for, and I prying that thing off would just make more noise.

>>27613890
>Screw it, get out the revolver (4 rounds remaining)

Not like he's just going to kindly wait around and let us pry the damn thing off.

Good thing we were in the back.

You consider breaking the lock, but worry about the noise it might make.
“Ah, screw it. Give me that back,” you say to Mariah.
You can hear the man crashing around the store, calling out. But then you hear another man’s voice.
“I saw your car outside. We know you’re in here. Come out, we want to talk,” The second voice says. He seems much calmer than the first man.
“We don’t want to hurt you,” he continues, “just come out so we can talk.”
In the dark you can sense Mariah shaking her head.
“No, Rodger. They’re fucking crazy. Like Rick,” she insists.

>You’re right
>Maybe they’re okay
>Other

>>27614089
>You’re right

>>27614089
>Maybe they’re okay

Tell her to stay down and make sure they don't see our revolver.

They know we're here, might as well go up on our terms. Also, anyone else getting the impression they're looters?

>>27613541
The other might have been cold iron, though. That's just as handy.

>>27614089
>Maybe they’re okay
Wait, how did she know that they are crazy like Rick?

Maybe she knows something we don't and there is a reason why they pursue her.

>>27614089
>You’re right
OP, how 'Crossed' is this going to get? Do we need to worry about dolphin blowhole rape? Or getting beaten with a horse cock?

>>27614089
>Maybe they’re okay

>>27614169
This, Mariah stays down the revolvers stays where they can't see it.

>>27614191
She's probably just scared, don't overanalyze.

>>27614089
>Maybe they’re okay

>>27614089
>>You’re right

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>>27614192

>>27614089
>Maybe they’re okay

If we don't come out, they're going to start searching.

>>27614169
Also this.

Maybe they're ok.

“We don’t know that,” you whisper back.
“If you go out there they could kill you!” her whisper is strained.
“Look, Mariah,” your tone is short, “I’m not going to go shoot every fucking person we meet from now on because Rick went fucking crazy, okay?”
“Hello? Come on, we know you’re here,” the second man calls out again.
“Give me the gun. Or the bat. Something,” Mariah states.
“What? You think they want to kill me so you ask for the gun?”
“Well, I need something to defend myself,” she pleads.
“You really don’t want my friend here to come looking for you,” the second man speaks. He seems closer. You’ve lost your bearing on the first guy.
“Stay down. Do not leave this spot, okay?” She whimpers a reply back.

>Leave the bat with her, take the concealed revolver.
>Take the bat, conceal the revolver
>Other

>>27614445
Leave bat, take revolver

>>27614445
Leave bat, take revolver
Lets go deal with the two fine gentlemen

Rolled 15

>>27614445
Take the revolver

>>27614445
>Take the bat, conceal the revolver

I get the feeling we're need something for up close.

>>27614445
>Take the bat, conceal the revolver

Guys, the first guy is probably a lot closer now, nesseciating the bat.

The gun is our ace in the hole, don't reveal it like that.

>>27614542
This

OP, this is a little off-topic, but I was wondering: was our friend Patricia (from the first thread) religious?

>>27614445
>Take the bat, conceal the revolver

>>27614465
>>27614500
>>27614520
>>27614542
>>27614551
Thats 2 for leaving.
3 for taking.
Taking wins. Writing

>>27614572
She mentionned her church, so she was probably religious. Yes, the theory is that the rapture took the children and religious people.

>>27614572
Yes, remember that she was telling us about the church bake sale right before she ate a face-full of salad.

>>27614247
That comic was so shit

>>27614597

Oh shit, I thought we were leaving the revolver with her.

Changing vote.

>>27614597

Oh crap, basically what this guy said

>>27614695

>>27614695
Oh sorry. I figured everyone wanted to keep the revolver, but the question was do we leave her the bat.

>>27614718

I'd say give her the revolver, we're in a gun store (which the guy might be suspicious of) and a bat is a easily visible weapon that'll lower his guard.

>>27614718

Just give her the bat then if everyone wants the revolver.

>>27614718

Leave her the bat.

Okay new vote for clarity.

Take:
>Bat and gun, but conceal it on your person
>Leave bat for Mariah, take only gun
>Leave gun for mariah, take only bat.

>>27614824
Leave bat for Mariah, take only gun

>>27614824
I vote bat and gun

>>27614824
Leave bat, take gun

>>27614824
>Leave gun for mariah, take only bat.

>>27614824
>Leave bat for Mariah, take only gun

Okay leaving her the bat.

>>27614824
Take both, conceal the revolver

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You stick the revolver in your jacket pocket and hand Mariah the bat. Mariah whispers thanks before you stand up and walk towards the light of the front of the store.
“I’m here,” you call out.
“I was beginning to wonder if you were deaf,” The second man says back.
You walk towards each other, meeting at a point in the store where the light from the front windows has just started to fall off. The revolver rests in your jacket pocket; your knife is in your front jeans pocket.
“What do you want?” You ask the man. He’s hard to make out. The light streaming in from the front of the store makes him into a silhouette.
“Are you alone?” He asks.

>Yes [lie]
>No

>>27614957
>>Yes [lie]

>>27614957
Do they look menacing or dangerous? Do they have blood on their hand?

>>27615000
They're a silhouette, we can't see.

>>27614957
Yes

>>27615011
>>27614957
In that case,
>Yes [lie]

Mariah who?
Writing

>>27614957

Ask him to show you his hands.

These guys are obviously up to no good. Asking if we're alone is not the first thing someone with friendly intent would do.

>>27614957
Shine your flashlight at them

“Yeah,” you reply, trying to sound like you believe it.
“Oh, I see. You know, you are alone. Of course, there is the girl you came in here with, but I mean in a much broader sense,” The man paces back and forth while he speaks.
“How’s that?” You scan around trying to find the other man, but can’t see any sign of him.
“This world that you’ve made, the evil you have created in it, it festered for so long… But now it’s rotten. We are the maggots here to eat out the infection. There is no hope for you. No salvation. Only death by our hands.

There’s a sound behind you, but before you can react an arm presses against your neck and lifts you backwards.
“Dirty fucking scum!” It’s the first man’s voice. He tightens his arm around your neck and lifts you off the floor, choking you.

>Try to break free
>Use the gun
>Use the knife

>>27615204
>Use the knife

>>27615204
Knife his face.

>>27615204
>Use the knife

What the fuck?

>>27615204

Knife to his carotid.

>>27615204
Use the knife

Knifing

>>27615204
>Use the knife

Loony cultists.

In hindsight, I really should've seen this coming with the obvious religious bent of this quest.

>>27615298
>>27615295

Some divine fucking intervention would be nice. Like first an angel to wreck shit, then an angel to help us out and teach us how to warrior.

>>27615204
>>Use the gun
Shoot front, than shoot for the other guy's hips. If this is a .357, it is likely to break his pelvic girdle, rendering him unable to walk.

>>27615204

Knife to the hand, he seems huge and we might not be able to stab him good if we go for the neck or body due to reach issues

>>27615337
No angel for us, we didn't follow the savior.

So, basically, over the billions of death, a large part of the population have become pawns to Lucifer. Whats next? Dragons? A flood? Clown porn?

>>27615341

It's a .38 Special, just so you know.

>>27615393

Well if this is following the typical pre-millenial eschatological theology, there will be roughly a thousand years of war between the anti-christ (and his forces) and a united front of newly converted people.

Angels/demons fighting are not the main-course, but not out of the question. The Tribulation is not so much God fighting Satan (they'd say he's already won), as it is God letting the world come to a dramatic close.

Your handle fumbles around for the knife in your pocket. You buy yourself some time by trying to tuck your chin in so the big guy can’t totally close your wind pipe. You’re heart starts pounding in your head as you pull out the knife and flip out the blade.
You feel the man tighten his grip, sliding his arm under your chin. You can’t breathe. You spin the knife in your hand and jab it backwards.
You feel the blade slide in and warm blood covers your hand. The man grunts, but keeps on holding on. Again and again you plunge the knife into his side. After the fifth stab he releases and recoils. You turn and face him.

He’s big. As big as any linebacker you used to play with. In the dim light you can make out some kind of gash on his forehead. He’s holding his side and grunting in pain when you launch yourself at him. You aim for the neck, but his hands tangle your blows.

>Keep stabbing at his neck
>Aim for his stomach
>Kick at his knees

>>27615393

No. That wasn't an angel. All the angels that looked at humans like monkeys, or at least the ones that spouted their views, followed the Morning Star in his rebellion.

What God was left with are the angels that follow orders and don't care about us one way or the other, and the ones that are okay with us existing. We can hope for the latter, but even if we're stuck with the first, it'll be okay.

>see Michael
>see Uriel
>see Gabriel
>see Raphael

Surprisingly, the Islamic holy text, the Koran, lists more archangels than the Bible does. Bible only names 2, IIRC, whereas the Koran lists off seven.

>>27615457
If I was god, I'd make it rain sex angels with turbo-aids to end my world

>>27615474
Just shoot him

>>27615474
>Aim for his stomach

Bigger target.

>>27615532
He's too close.

>>27615474
>Keep stabbing at his neck

We get him in the neck and he loses.

What the hell is Mariah doing by the way?

>>27615474
>>Aim for his stomach
Alternate where we stab to keep him guessing. Spit in his eyes if need be. Try and keep his hands away from the knife as we stab.

>>27615474
Groin attack

>>27615614
Sitting behind the counter hating us because we left a wounded woman with nothing to defend herself but an aluminum bat.

>>27615474
>Aim for his stomach

Throw off his aim and go for the bigger target.

And Jesus, how much of a pain threshold does this guy have?

You keep your left hand up and try to grab his arms, keeping them high. You take the knife and aim for his stomach, getting in a few quick stabs before he falls over backwards. You jump down on top of him and drive the knife into his neck. Your body is coursing with rage, a kind of anger you hadn’t felt since Brandie told you she had been fucking another man in your house, in your bed. You drive the knife in again. The whole world is gone. There’s nothing but you and the knife and the fucker beneath you, gurgling in his blood. You drive the knife in again and again.

You feel hands grab your shoulder, you turn and see the second man, his face is pointed and angry. He drags you off his dying partner and throws you on the ground.

“You bastard!” he cries out and reaches in his jacket.

>Get up, rush him
>Scurry away into the darkness

>>27615827
oops
>Try and pull your pistol, fire.

>>27615827
Rush him before he pull out his firearm. or whatever he is hiding.

>>27615827
>Get up, rush him

Throw off his fucking aim.

>>27615827

>Get up, rush him

He's got the lead on the gun pull. Call for help from Mariah since this guy already knows she's here.

>>27615827
Rush him.

>>27615827
>Get up, rush him

>“You bastard!”
You're the one who tried to kill us first.

Writing. Bout done for the night.

>>27615827
Rush him, grab his arm with your free hand to throw off his aim.

>>27615827

>Ask him if he has a minute to talk about Jesus Christ.

>>27615953
It's fine, you've done good for a first timer.

>>27615827
>>Get up, rush him
Grab the elbow of his gun arm, check his draw, then stab for the neck.

You push off the ground with your arms and rush him, coming in low and fast. He starts to pull something out of his jacket but he fumbles it as you plow into him. You hear him grunt as he’s lifted off his feet and driven backwards into rack of shelves.
He tries to throw a couple of punches, but before his hands are raised you've got the knife pushed between his ribs.
One of his punches lands just under your ear, popping your jaw. You stab again and again and call out for Mariah. He sinks down to the floor mumbling some incoherent plea, but the knife keeps getting plunged in and out.
“MOTHERFUCKER! YOU WANT TO KILL ME? FUCK YOU!” Your voice cracks as you scream.
There’s another pair of hands on your back, you spin to meet them, ready to strike, but see they belong to Mariah.
“Jesus, Rodger, you’re a fucking animal.”
You stand in the gloomy store, breathing heavy, hands sticky with blood, your jaw throbbing. At your feet, two men take their last haggard breaths.

You survived, and you've never felt so alive in your life.

>End of Chapter 2.

Welp, our sanity is coming unraveled. Good thread, Patty.

>>27616297
Thanks man, glad you enjoyed it.

>>27616238
Shit's intense, dude. Nice job, and thanks for the thread.

>>27616238

This will end badly.

See you next time Patty.

>>27616238

Time to pray, loot the bodies and grab some shut-eye.

>>27616238
Whelp. This is fun.

Now I wonder, will we get a character sheet and the ability to upgrade our various ability?

No ones archived this yet, yes?

I'm about to.

>>27616442

Go ahead.