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1. Gun them down.

4 (66.7%)

2. Make a break for it.

2 (33.3%)

3. ssssssssssssss

0 (0%)

Total Members Voted: 6

Voting closed: December 04, 2009, 08:17:53 AM

[Friday]

7. drink it

Feeling a sudden pressure under your forehead, you tip the flask back and open your mouth.

The taste is like nothing you've ever even dreamed of. You swallow, and then retch. Quickly, before the voices in your head can tell you otherwise, you pour the rest down your throat, trying not to let any hit your tongue.

Coughing, gasping, you finish the flask and toss it aside. The pressure in your head subsides, and is replaced by an angry hissing noise. A jumble of unrecognizable sounds and voices seem to play in fast forward, or maybe rewind, inside your mind.

Memory floods back in, and your normal mind once again floats to the forefront. You hadn't ever noticed it leaving, and the memory of what you were doing and thinking before, after you first saw No-Face, is profoundly disturbing. It's like a different person had been in control, with his own plans, goals, and thoughts.

Realizing what had been happening to you, you also realize that you need to find more alcohol, and find it quickly, or risk turning into that other person for good.

Or worse.

You look around, and realize you can barely see. It's pitch black, and except for the flames coming from the vehicles, there isn't any light.

You remember parking your car not far behind you. Remembering that, and anything else done in past hour or so, actually hurts you. It feels like there's a den of vipers in your head, angrily twisting and hissing.

Flames dance in the night, sending their light up toward the dark heavens, where it is swiftly swallowed by the stars which burn above you like eyes.

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1. You can make your way through the blast on foot. Look for another vehicle on the other side.

2. Return to your car. You'll find a different route.

3. ssssssbrsssssssssss

4. Continue to search. There could be more survivors. The man had mentioned a "caravan", so you might find other intact supplies. Maybe even a weapon.

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Location: Northern California, Highway to Limestone, blown out bridge
Health: Leg wounded, extent of damage presently unknown, still usable
Infection: sssssss       |
Weapons: None
Assets: Flashlight, backpack of about one days worth of food/water, car
Skills: None

"They" encountered:

"Faceless"

Form: Humanoid
Attacks: Vines
Resilience: Medium, can be killed by massive damage to torso
Speed: Low
Special/Notes: Central nervous system does not seem to be present in the head

"Flesh Worm"

Form: Worm
Attacks: Mouth, Unknown
Resilience: Unknown
Speed: Unknown
Special/Notes: Unknown

"No-Face"

Form: Humanoid
Attacks: Unknown, seemed to summon other faceless. Changed a bird into a Crawler. Killed "Jacob".
Resilience: Unknown
Speed: Unknown
Special/Notes: Can suddenly vanish, or turn invisible. May be all in your head.

"Crawler"

Form: Vermin
Attacks: Long Vines
Resilience: Low
Speed: High
Special/Notes: Can climb and stick to walls, ceilings.

"Cavine"

Form: Canine
Attacks: Vines
Resilience: Medium
Speed: High
Special/Notes: Unknown

"Halfhead"

Form: Humanoid
Attacks: Vines
Resilience: Unknown
Speed: Medium
Special/Notes: Can speak. Seems somewhat stronger than a normal Faceless.

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[Brentai]

OW

Where's, uh, everyone?

4

[Guild]

Three for sure!

Do we feel drunk at all?

[Romosome]

4

Searching sounds like a good idea.  From what that guy said, the choppers already hit here.  I'm probably "safe" for the moment.  Finding out more about this caravan will be worth it.

[Kayma]

4. Shouldn't drink and drive, and what we need to do issss drink. Besides, we don't have all that much, do we?

[The Artist Formerly Known As Yoji]

9th general rule of zombie survival: No place is safe, only safer.

Oh yeah and... uh, 4. It'd be good to be armed, as tempted as I am to vote honestly for 3.

[Friday]

4. Continue to search. There could be more survivors. The man had mentioned a "caravan", so you might find other intact supplies. Maybe even a weapon.

You pull out your flashlight and flick it on. The light cuts through the darkness like a sword as you swing it back and forth over the wreckage. You walk close to the edge of the crater and peer into it.

Nothing. Rubble, ruined metal. From the way the destroyed vehicles are dispersed, you estimate the missile, or whatever it was, hit right in the center of the caravan. You see one station wagon on its side, riddled with bullet holes.

It's not entirely stable here, and you're hesitant about searching the cars when the bridge could collapse further at any time. You back away. Another body catches your eye. It's the remains of a kid. You can't tell the gender. The head has been blown off. You turn away.

You return to the body of the man who died holding your hand. The wallet is on the ground where you left it. You flip it open, check his license. Steven Kents. He's got longer hair in the photo. Date puts it taken over three years ago. A few folded bills, some useless credit cards. You take the bills, twenty-six dollars in all, and pocket them.

His truck is mostly blown to hell, but you take a look anyway. Nothing of any use. A dead body, burned and broken, rests inside.

One more car, a little bit further back from the blast. This one seems mostly intact, still on its wheels. The windshield has been blown out, though, and you can see a pair of bodies inside.

You open the back side passenger door, ignoring the corpses in the front seats. Bags of goods. You find a tent (still in the bag, with poles) and a bunch of dried food. Bottles of water. A first aid kit, with rubbing alcohol, bandages, scissors, peroxide, q-tips, aspirin, a sling, and some stitching wire plus needle, not that you know how to use that. A rolled up sleeping bag, two of them.

You walk around to the front driver's side and gingerly open the door. Locked. You reach in through the windshield, past the bloody and bullet-ridden body, to unlock the door. The body hangs partially out of the vehicle, caught in the seatbelt. You try your best not to look at it.

Instead, you hunt for the trunk release. You saw some holes back there, but maybe... ah. There it is. You pull it open and hear the soft "thunk" of the trunk opening behind you.

You approach, and open it. Not much inside, actually. A can of gas, some more water. Books. You glance at them but none seem of any use or interest. No weapons... wait. There. In a side compartment, you find a small flaregun, and two flares.

You take it out and give it a look-over. After a bit of fumbling around, you break it, load a flare, find the safety, and sight, the trigger beneath your finger. You want to test it, see if it works, but you only have two flares. You pocket it and survey the area around you.

The fires are dying down. Everything else is dark and still, unchanged. What time is it? You look at the two bodies up front, but no watches. Checking the rest of the bodies, the result is the same. Damn.

You swallow and search the pockets of the two bodies. More wallets with useless cards and cash. One of them has a small bag of trail mix in his pocket. Another a water bottle tucked into a deep sweater. Keys. Bits of string and lint.

Well, you've got the flaregun, at least. None of these people were carrying weapons? You find that hard to believe, but then, you've only searched half the wreckage. The other side might have more.

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1. No, it's too unstable. It'd be very easy for you to slip and fall, or something to give way, and then you'd be dead. You'll take what you've found so far, load it in your car, and find a different way.

2. Cross, and search the rest.

3. Cross, but head directly away. You've wasted enough time already. You'll take what you can carry.

************************

[Brentai]

No weapons... wait. There. In a side compartment, you find a small flaregun, and two flares.

I'd rather have a shotgun.

Going with 1.  A little tired of tempting fate.

[Lady Duke]

I feel like 1 may be the way to go.  We've spent enough time on this bridge and fucking around.  We need to move.  I'd laugh if these fuckers (faceless) turned out to be like graboids and followed people secretly by feeling tremors from movement in the ground. 

Anyway, point is, the longer we stay anywhere near where we know faceless or whatever could be, the more stupid we're being.  Maybe said caravan moved on and we should try driving towards the direction we didn't come in on the road.  We might find survivors or we might find alcohol.  Both of those are possibly good things.

[Zaratustra]

we have some alcohol! Rubbing alcohol.

[Brentai]

That just works better!  Or, you know, kills you if ingested.

Still... Super Soaker.

[Lady Duke]

What if.....you just drink a little?  Like....a teaspoon?

[Romosome]

1.

Crossing is dangerous, especially in the dark.  If I'm at all drunk, trying to cross a blown-up bridge while tipsy is stupid.  I can find a way across and head that way later if fate deems it.

And something tells me Nicole might still be on this side.

[Zaratustra]

That just works better!  Or, you know, kills you if ingested.

Only if the liver has to process it.

[Friday]

Going with 1 due to inaction, time, and the fact no other options have received any votes.

1. No, it's too unstable. It'd be very easy for you to slip and fall, or something to give way, and then you'd be dead. You'll take what you've found so far, load it in your car, and find a different way.

Taking one last look over at the other side of the ruined bridge, you see nothing but the smoking remains of vehicles and a few burnt and bleeding bodies. You seriously doubt anyone is alive over there.

Turning, you head back to the intact car and begin unloading the supplies you found from it back into your car you took from Spanish Gardens. Your leg aches and you suddenly remember your wound. You roll up your pant leg and inspect it as best you can, sitting out the driver's side of your car, pointing the flashlight at it.

The wound is ugly, but doesn't seem to be very deep. Something catches your eye and you reach into the slash, gasping slightly at the pain. Your fingers come away bloody, but pinching what seems to be a small thorn.

Holding it up close to your face, you inspect it in the light of the car. It's very small. Although you hadn't actually seen thorns like this on the vines, you have no doubt this was broken off (or deliberately left behind) by the fleshy appendage that snaked under that door.

Your previous wound from a vine from that first Faceless didn't show anything like this. Although you just might not have seen it, you suspect this thorn, or whatever it is, is something the Halfheads are capable of.

Inspecting the thorn further, you notice a little ball on the blunt end. It's very tiny, but as you bring it close to your eye, you notice that it is transparent. There seems to be a small drop of liquid inside.

Glancing around, you find a plastic cub with lid and drop the thorn inside, before replacing the cup in the holder.

You use the first aid kit to clean and bandage the wound as best you can. The alcohol stings like a bitch, and the smell actually makes you vomit a little. You inspect your leg for any additional thorns, but find none. Though you suspect with the recent sudden spike in your "infection" that some have already burrowed into your bloodstream and released whatever they held into you.

"Note to self," you say. "Don't let yourself get grabbed by the freakish tentacle monsters. Especially if they're the chatty versions."

You finish the unloading and loading job, and check the flaregun to make sure it's still there. The weight of it in your palm is some small comfort. You place it back in your pocket, and start the car.

Now that you're not being chased by horrors or turning into one yourself, you have time to check the gas. Slightly less than a third. Great. Nobody keeps their cars full.

You do a U-turn and head away from the carnage behind you, leaving it for... well, whatever finds it.

*************************************

Perhaps ten minutes have passed when you come upon a small dirt road breaking off the main highway and heading down. It's going the right way, and may be another way across the gorge, probably along the bottom of it.

On the other hand, it's dark, and you seriously doubt there's any alcohol down there.

Do you even want to be headed toward Limestone anymore, anyway? At this point, whatever plan you may have had with Jacob and David and Nicole seems pretty well scrapped.

*************************************

1. Take the dirt road. You suspect David and Nicole went to Limestone, and you need to find them.

2. Keep heading down the highway. You're not going off into the woods alone, in the dark. And who says Nicole and David are that way anyway?

3. Actually, it's stupid to be driving around at night anyway, and you're tired. Pull off the highway down the road a bit, and go to sleep. You can worry about everything else tomorrow.

*************************************

Location: Northern California, Highway to Limestone
Health: Leg wounded, bandaged and cleaned
Infection: sssssss       |
Weapons: Flaregun, 2 flares
Assets: Flashlight, backpack of about three days worth of food/water, car (third of a tank), First aid Kit w/rubbing alcohol, bandages, scissors, peroxide, q-tips, aspirin, a sling, some stitching wire + needle; two sleeping bags, extra can of gasoline, tent.
Skills: None

"They" encountered:

"Faceless"

Form: Humanoid
Attacks: Vines
Resilience: Medium, can be killed by massive damage to torso
Speed: Low
Special/Notes: Central nervous system does not seem to be present in the head

"Flesh Worm"

Form: Worm
Attacks: Mouth, Unknown
Resilience: Unknown
Speed: Unknown
Special/Notes: Unknown

"No-Face"

Form: Humanoid
Attacks: Unknown, seemed to summon other faceless. Changed a bird into a Crawler. Killed "Jacob".
Resilience: Unknown
Speed: Unknown
Special/Notes: Can suddenly vanish, or turn invisible. May be all in your head.

"Crawler"

Form: Vermin
Attacks: Long Vines
Resilience: Low
Speed: High
Special/Notes: Can climb and stick to walls, ceilings.

"Cavine"

Form: Canine
Attacks: Vines
Resilience: Medium
Speed: High
Special/Notes: Unknown

"Halfhead"

Form: Humanoid
Attacks: Vines
Resilience: Unknown
Speed: Medium
Special/Notes: Can speak. Seems somewhat stronger than a normal Faceless. Infecting thorns on vines.

****************************************

[Brentai]

2.  It's that, a bad place, or a worse place.

David and Nicole are probably JUST FINE anyway.

[Romosome]

Do we have any idea where the highway heads in relation to Limestone?  How much bearings do we have?

[Friday]

It turns around and goes back toward the bridge, but also downwards. There could be a million twists and turns, though. You don't know.

[Romosome]

1.  We need to find them.  Need to find Nicole.

[Brentai]

1.  We need to find them.  Need to find Nicole AAAAAAAAAA