[Wonder City] Episode 1: Static

[The Dark Wizard]

-Static-

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Aubrey Mitchell, Bob Smith, Vladamir Takonski, Gerald Ferdinand, Samuel Germaine)​

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It’s a nightmare, a crazy, insane nightmare. The entire city is in total disarray. Since the Directors went silent and the television and radio started transmitting nothing but static, you have moved to as much as a survival mindset as you can muster. Though for some of you, survival is more of a struggle than for others. In the past few days and weeks, you have all kept yourselves going by scavenging food and water supplies from stores, offices and homes. After the first couple of days, you started to discover small caches of weapons and ammunition dotted around the areas you have been inhabiting. Oddly enough, the weapons are all in pristine condition and of simple enough construction that, with a bit of practice, you have been able to load, arm and fire them with some degree of accuracy.


The information nodes dotted around the city at regular intervals have all reset to emergency functions only, signposting key locations such as hospitals and designated safe areas, which appear to be fortified locations with a variety of exit routes. While you’ve not encountered any other people, or at least people who didn’t want to rip your faces off and feast on your entrails, you’ve heard sporadic gunfire and screams. You have also found zombies riddled with bullet holes, so there must be other ‘living’ people out there.


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• Aubrey Mitchell
• Bob Smith
• Vladamir Takonski
• Gerald Ferdinand
• Samuel Germaine

• During today’s scavenge, you’ve spotted a hospital. You really don’t like the idea of entering a hospital. They tend to be found in numbers in hospitals, but the opportunity to stock up on lithium and oxygen bottles is too good to pass up. The kitchen might have some canned goods too. Most of the clinics and drug stores you’ve checked out the past few days have been thoroughly ransacked, people taking absolutely everything they could, even stuff they probably couldn’t use. Either they took it, or they destroyed it.
• You woke up this morning to the sound of Kate humming her favorite tune. You sat with her as you ate a stale bagel with canned tuna. Then after breakfast, you’d both headed out. The books you’d found were all ones you’d read already and they were not good enough to warrant re-reading them. Perhaps you would find a library or a good bookstore that hadn’t been ransacked.
  
  
  Ducking through back alleys and vacant buildings, you work your way around, searching for something to occupy your time. Then Kate catches your arm and points. She’s indicating the Sacred Mary hospital. She tells you they might have supplies inside, medicine, first aid kits and possibly even a few worthwhile books in the waiting rooms.
• Your frustration is getting too much. You punch the data node screen a few more times, but it refuses to yield anything beyond the location of the nearest safe area. For weeks, you’ve had no luck in anything. Your search for Mary back home resulted in being chased for almost twenty minutes by the dead, your attempts to access data terminals for information about the whole mad situation resulted in the terminals simply shutting down or setting off alarms. About the only thing you’ve had any success in was finding supplies to keep yourself alive and weapons to defend yourself.
  
  
  You lean on the pedestal of the data node and look at the screen. It’s indicating that the closest safe area is Sacred Mary hospital. And then it occurs to you. In the case that an emergency separated you, Mary would probably head for an established city landmark building, the better to increase the chances of linking up with you again. And even if she wasn’t there, there stood the chance that there might be someone there who could shed more light on the situation.
• Your night’s sleep was disturbed again by the sound of the dead bashing against the reinforced steel door of the safe area you’d taken refuge in. Not that disturbing your sleep was in any way troublesome, since your dreams were far worse than being awake. Stuck in some Steven King horror story was bad enough, but without your glasses it was even worse. Everything was fuzzy until it was right in your face and your clothes had borne the worst of it. Torn from close calls with sharp nails and snapping teeth and liberally splashed with blood from your retaliation, they were, to put it bluntly, foul.
  
  
  You decided last night as you tried to scrape the worst of the brain matter than spattered your tanktop off that you had to make some immediate and positive changes. You knew you were near your library and that just across the street was a hospital. Maybe inside there you could find a replacement pair of glasses, or at least a change of clothes that were not stiff with bloodstains and did not smell of rotting death.
• This whole fucking city is totally fucked up. There's crazy motherfuckers running through the streets killing every-fucking-one. And the worst fucking thing, your god-damn asshole assistant is not answering his fucking phone! The situation is pretty fucking bad, worse still the fucking authorities ain't doin' shit to sort it out. The whole fucking city's a warzone and the crazies are winning. How the fuck long has this been going on?
  
  
  The best thing you've found so far is a stash of guns and ammo. You have to stash your case of scotch somewhere safely out of the way. Someplace cool and away from the crazy bastards and their thieving fucking hands. You can see a hospital away in the distance. They got coolers, right? And you'll be damn sure the security there'd be able to see off these crazies. Right?

 

[Teh Frixz]

----- Aubrey Mitchell -----

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----- Civilian-----

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HP: 100


----- Equipment: .300 Hunting Rifle(46 rounds) Beretta 9mm(20 rounds) 1 Field Medical Kit, 1 Knife, 1 E-Tool----


Far above the chaos found on the ground below, Aubrey took a deep breath of the clean air found higher up. Perched on an exposed girder her knee caps popped a little from the amount of time she had been clinging to it. Observing and watching the dead rise and fall right along side with the living.


Using the scope on her rifle she plotted out the path down to the roof of the hospital. Her scavenge pack was empty and she wanted a good find to last her a few days. Outside the building even emptier than the drug stores where she nearly was spotted. Why were people taking all the good air tanks? They were all probably infected already, they didn't need them. Anything with a big red cross on it was fair game to them, they took it, got killed and all that breathable air was stuck on some shambler.


The scope showed her a decent path to take so she unhooked her legs and slide back to the building the girder was sticking out from. Rifle on her back and knife in her hand, Aubrey inched across exposed scaffolding, crawled along ledges and scooted down drain pipes. The thick muscles in her hands developed after a few weeks of this lifestyle among the heights of Wonder City were serving her well today and in no time at all she was on the roof of the Hospital.


Laying on an Air conditioning unit, she suddenly felt a wave of despair overtake her. All her family...the friends she had earned in the hectic lifestyle. They were the ones she was complaining about, they didn't know any better. The tears welling in her eyes were the last thing she needed to realize it was time for a pill. Quietly she opens one of the many prescription bottles she had on her, moving the cotton aside, Aubrey plucks a pill and swallows it. A moment passes and the despair vanishes. The same logical dullness she needed to survive. Fully numb, she slides of the unit and slips inside the building. Quiet as a wraith, hunting for supplies.

 

[TheSilentArtist]

----- Gerald Ferdinand -----

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----- Civilian -----

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HP: 100


----- Equipment: Pump Shot gun(33 ammo) Pistol(40 ammo) 2 Painkillers-----


Gerald was alone, the events of the pass few days were replaying over and over in his head. His parents death, the people being eaten alive, his escape. None of it was pretty, he was lucky to have found the pistol and shotgun, even more so to have found this safe haven. But it didn't matter to him, he was still in hell. A dark part of his mind said he deserved it, he had killed all those people, but were they people? "Yes, they are, or at least were." He muttered quietly to himself. The thought sent a violent spasm through the pit of his stomach, he quickly braced himself as he faced the ground heaving.


He had killed people, people who were trying to kill him yes, but they were still human beings weren't they? His thought began to get drowned by the sound of his lunch exiting out of his mouth.He was sweating now, and breathing hard, he began to cry as he remembered the looks on his parents face as they were eaten alive. He began vomit again, this time nothing was coming out. He wasn't surprised, he's eaten little if at all since his escape from his nightmarish experience."Please let this be a nightmare..Please let this be a nightmare.This..This can't be real..none of it's real.It's just a bad dream.Yea..I.I must have slept reading a horror story.That's it."


A river of tear began to travel across his cheeks as he finished uttering that half-ass lie to himself. He knew damn well it wasn't a nightmare, nor was it fake or some cruel practical joke. The scraps of brain matter and near close calls told him that already. He couldn't go back out there, he just couldn't. He wouldn't be able to survive out there, at least not mentally.At that, he forced himself to swallow his tears. It didn't matter, he thought, his parents already gave up their lives for his. He couldn't just let their sacrifice be in vain.


He picked up the shotgun and set the pistol securely in his pocket and unlocked the reinforced steel door. He hesitated opening it, he quickly wiped off the sweat from his face and gulped as he pushed the door slowly, carefully looking for any of the monstrosity's. He wasn't sure why he bothered trying to look, he couldn't see very far. It was an effort lifting up his left leg and stepping outside. He gulped again and took a deep breath, and forced himself out of his little piece of paradise and began to head for the hospital

 

[Reaver]

----- Vladamir Takonski -----

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----- Civilian -----

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HP: 100


----- Equipment: Pump Shotgun(8)(43 ammo) Pistol(15)(30) 1 Molotov Cocktail, Toolbelt-----


With a sigh Vlad straightens up looking at the sun. A hospital great, I hope Mary didn't get caught up in any of this dead rising bit. Still on the roads it's to open, to easy to be zombie chow … or prey to predators.


With those thoughts he turns and heads to the nearest manhole that connects to the electrical tunnels running everywhere. Crouching down by one he quickly enters in his supervisor code to unlock it then pulls it up and out. A slight grunt from the weight as he looks around for anything reacting to the sound.


After a moments Vlad starts down and pulls the cover down after him. Re-locking it he pulls out a flash light from his belt and starts to where the local control node for the lights down in this Stygian depths are located. Once there hopefully he might be able to reach the maintenance AI, never should of trusted everything to computers. Damn things break all the time.

 

[Helix Nebula]

----- Bob "Baldspot" Smith -----

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----- Civilian -----

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HP: 100, N/A


----- Equipment: Pump Shotgun(38 ammo), Pistol(25 ammo), 2 Painkillers -----


"Where am I?" Bob whispered to himself, looking around him. There were empty shelves all around him, fallen containers, broken bottles- It looked like some kind of a store, though it empty and useless, void of usable supplies or anything else of interest. "Kate, Kate where are you?" Bob whispered, looking around him as he walked around the shelves.Kate called out, crouched close to the floor, underneath a window- Behind which, on the street, stood a man in a nice suit. Bob walked to the window, "Maybe he can help us." Bob suggested, but Kate didn't like the man - She said he was a bad man, and was not to be trusted, for he was not real. Then again, none of this was real, no more than the fried eggs and bacon, Bob and Kate had had for breakfast today. "Those eggs might have gone bad, Kate. They tasted like tuna." Kate smiled and reminded Bob of the hospital, he nodded and brushed Kate's hair with his hand. "I know, I know. It's right around the corner there. Let's wait for the bad man to leave first, though. Okay sweetie?" Kate's smile widened as she nodded.


Bob slowly turned around and lifted his head, just enough to get a peek out the window. There the man stood, slightly swaying back and forth, as he stared blankly down the street. Then there was a noise from one of the alleys, the suited man growled and turned around, starting to wobble towards the alley. "He could be injured.." Bob said, but Kate squeezed his arm and shook her head. "Okay, okay.." Bob sighed, "We don't have enough supplies to share, anyway. I'm sure someone will call an ambulance to help the man soon enough." Kate agreed, and Bob now stood up, carefully moving to the door of the store. He opened the door a little and took a look around - The streets were empty, most people were probably still in bed, it was barely midday, after all. Bob took a deep breath, "Oh, how I hate outdoors.." Kate patted him on the back and assured Bob, everything would be alright. Bob was reluctant, but agreed and stepped out onto the street. "At least it's not raining.." He mumbled, starting to make his way down the street- Ducking behind cars and constantly looking around, while Kate kept an eye on what was behind them.


"You know, maybe you should take the pistol, honey. We did find a whole box of ammunition for it, yesterday." Kate shook her head. She didn't like guns, any guns. Just the sound of gunshots made her uncomfortable. They were so loud, and would only attract attention. Bob wasn't quite sure what Kate meant, but he agreed, shooting should be left for absolute, no-choice situations. "It's fine honey. We're fine. Come on, the hospital is right over there- Maybe we'll even find a crossword book or two, I know how you love crosswords and sudokus!" A faint smile on both of their faces, the two of them continued to walk towards the hospital.

 

[Captain Hesperus]

• Aubrey Mitchell
• Bob Smith
• Vladamir Takonski
• Gerald Ferdinand

• 
  
  
  With your emotions safely stowed behind a wall of medication, you clamber through the vents, looking for a room with the potential to be worth entering and looting. A couple of the rooms have Them wandering within, some have corpses that had been dragged around and fed upon. Some were just splattered with blood and other body parts, the white walls and floors smeared with bloody handprints and drag marks. Your stomach churns slightly as you see one of Them ripping into a corpse, tearing out the soft internal organs and cramming them into It’s mouth. You are almost glad that you only had a small amount to eat a long while ago, otherwise you might be having to stop yourself puking.
  
  
  You finally reach a room that appears to be for storage. There’s nothing in here but boxes and shelves, and, most importantly, none of Them. Looks like a good place to start. You drop into the room carefully, inspecting the boxes. Mostly they are sanitary pads for incontinence, but there are several boxes of gauze bandages, surgical tape, latex gloves and face masks. There is small window in the door to the corridor.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  You and Kate move quietly out and into the street, slipping silently between the cars scattered across the road. As you go, you can see into the shop fronts where once people had gazed to envision their glittering futures. Now the windows that weren’t broken and looted, were covered in dirt or wooden boards. You feel a little pang of sadness at the ruinous state of the city, and you hope that the situation will be rectified swiftly. You are interrupted in your musings by Kate’s insistent tugging on your shirt sleeve and as you turn to ask her what the problem was, she pressed a finger to her lips and pointed back down the street. You could see a cluster of people milling around at the far end of the street. They were dressed in bloody rags and looked quite dangerous. Rioters? Or maybe even looters. Obviously some of them must have been injured in their criminal acts.
  
  
  Their presence stirs a great unease in you, further compounded by a sudden uprising of your agoraphobia. You are so exposed! A light sweat starts to bead your brow and you feel a quiver in your limbs. You are fixed in place, you cannot move! The looters are starting to move closer, they must be on drugs because their movements are jerky and uncoordinated. But you are locked up! They’ll catch you and Kate! You are almost going to scream when you feel her hand in yours and then her insistent pull on your arm. Agonisingly slowly, you lift your left foot, move it onward and put it down, then the right, then the left, then the right. The movement gets quicker, the steps longer. Finally you are the master of your own limbs and you flee into the safety of the hospital.
• 
  
  
  You tap the buttons to fire up the lighting and the console bleeps in response, far louder than you’d like. The lights flicker into full brightness but, as you clamber into the crawlspace, brownouts plummet the narrow tunnel into near-darkness. You attempt to boost the power supply, but there just isn’t the power available. The situation must be far worse than you even imagined, if even the most basic utilities are failing. It’s highly likely that the hospital will have a centralised data hub from which your access clearance would allow you to see the state of the city’s power systems. Perhaps you might even be able to establish a link to UTILITY himself and get a full overview of all the city’s utilities.
  
  
  You finally clamber out of the end of the crawlspace and as you do, the power cuts out completely, plunging you into darkness. It’s then you hear the growl. Something’s down here with you! You scrabble about your belt for your flashlight and, once you grab it and turn it on, you cast it about, desperate to seek the source of the noise. Nothing. Nothing you can see at any rate. Your exertions and the coolness in the maintenance area you are currently standing in has started to fog up your glasses. If you remain here, you are in danger of becoming entirely blind with something that growls.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  It’s a hazy world of terror outside the safe area. Beyond your field of vision, the city is a mire of fuzzy, vaguely threatening forms that swim in and out of focus. Your heart is constantly thundering in your chest at each sound or sudden movement and your gun arm is swiftly tired from being swung back and forth between possible threats. You find it easier to stick to the back streets and alleyways, since they are more helpful to your visible range. You imagine that threats will present much closer so that you could deal with them. You have a couple of close calls, first one of the roaming ones attempted to get at you, but could not navigate its way around the dumpsters that separated you then a crippled one, missing both legs below the knees, tried to crawl after you. You easily outpaced it with a loping jog that ate up the yards without exhausting you unduly.
  
  
  Finally, you see the inviting lights at the front of the hospital’s ER. Although there are a few of the wandering dead roaming around or feeding on the fallen, they pay you little attention as you slip through the streets and abandoned vehicles. It’s a close thing, but you finally get through the doors and into the hospital.
  
  
  It.
  
  
  Is.
  
  
  Hell.
  
  
  There are pools of dried blood and bloody drag marks across the floor. There is a stench of decay rising from the mound of occupied body bags piled just inside the door. Some of the bags have been ripped open and the containing bodies pulled out. Their abdomens had been torn open and were now vacant pits of suppurating rot. Your stomach heaves and you have to turn your head aside to avoid the noisy process of vomiting. You stumble further in until you see a sign. It declares ‘Opthalmology Department: Follow red line’. You look down and see several red lines, mostly blood streaks. Well, this would require a little bit more exploration than you’d expected...

 

[Teh Frixz]

----- Aubrey Mitchell -----

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----- Civilian-----

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HP: 100


----- Equipment: .300 Hunting Rifle(46 rounds) Beretta 9mm(20 rounds) 1 Field Medical Kit, 1 Knife, 1 E-Tool----


Easily roused to anger in movie theaters before the fall, Aubrey often complained about the way people traveled in vents and always, always fell through to some sort of fate below. Bracing her legs against the meeting of the bottom and sides, her hands taking most of her weight, Aubrey moved through the vents quietly. Doing her absolute best to avoid the telltale banging, she moves through like some sort of bizarre spider.


Eventually, she finds a nice little medical storage room. Perfect. Easily overlooked and free from Them. Opening the grate, she lowers herself in. First thing she does is grab and empty box and pull the tape off it. Collapsing it, Aubrey places it over the small window and tapes the box down. She didn't want Them to be walking by and see her in here. She double checks the lock on the door, making sure it is engaged before scrounging around for supplies.


No air tanks but the masks were handy. She stuffs some in her bag, along with the surgical tape and the bandages. The sanitary pads were a nice find too. Multipurpose, they could do almost anything she needed with them. Stuffing the bag with a few, she peeks under the tapped up cardboard, seeing if there was another closet nearby.

 

[Reaver]

----- Vladamir Takonski -----

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----- Civilian -----

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HP: 100


----- Equipment: Pump Shotgun(8)(43 ammo) Pistol(15)(30) 1 Molotov Cocktail, Toolbelt-----


Vlad suppresses a curse as he crawls back to the ladder. A glance around with both flashlight and pistol as he gets ready to climb out of the maintenance area. As he gets out of the area he glances around before starting to head towards the hospital. Eyes narrowing in the sunlight he stays alert as he walks.

 

[Helix Nebula]

----- Bob "Baldspot" Smith -----


----- Civilian -----
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HP: 100, N/A


----- Equipment: Pump Shotgun(38 ammo), Pistol(25 ammo), 2 Painkillers -----


With a sigh of relief, Bob quickly closed the door he'd used to enter the hospital- Though carefully, so as to not alarm the hooligans out on the street. Collapsing down to sit on the floor, leaning against the wall next to the door, Bob took deep and calm breaths, swiping the sweat from his forehead. "My legs feel like jello.." He mumbled and Kate chuckled a little, reassuring Bob that they were much safer now. He nodded and now observed his surroundings- It appeared he'd gone through a side-entrance of some sort, perhaps for staff only? If so, it was lucky the door had been left unlocked. Grasping the shotgun, he stood up, turned around and opened the door slightly - The city returned to life, people were walking by, cars pulled into the hospital's parking lot as an ambulance left in a hurry, perhaps to save someone's life. An elderly couple, were walking their dog, while three joggers passed them by, crossing the street- Bustling with cars and people.


Bob started pushing the door open further, order had been restored and it was safe to go out again! Then, he felt Kate pull him backwards and in a blink of his eyes, the image of the paradise city was gone again, nothing but a distant memory. He now noticed that a couple of the rioters had broken off from the main group, "Damn it.." Had they been spotted? Didn't matter, Bob closed the door again and turned around, carefully heading into the small hallway before him.

 

[TheSilentArtist]

----- Gerald Ferdinand -----

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----- Civilian -----

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HP: 100

----- Equipment: Pump Shot gun(33 ammo) Pistol(40 ammo) 2 Painkillers-----
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He cursed as loud as he dared to.This was not going to end well. Gerald wasn't claustrophobic, but had a very good feeling that he will be by the end of the day. A part of him just wanted to leave the hospital and look somewhere else for supplies, but he doubt he'll be as lucky as he was getting here. He stepped outside the hospital and wiped his forehead. From the reflection of broken windows he could see his face was pale and his eyes looked distant. He wasn't sure he could do this, hell, it was a miracle he's been alive this long.


Taking a deep breath, he walked back into the hospital. The bodies were hard for him to ignore, it made his stomach twitch, but that wasn't what worried him. He's seen people killed by those things come back to life. Those mounds of occupied body bags worried him greatly.. torn up.. or not he wanted to avoid them just as he was hoping to avoid whatever made those bloody drag mark. He sincerely doubt it, it had a buffet of corpses to feast upon. "Think happy thoughts Gerald..Think happy thoughts."He gulped as he followed the red lines into the Ophthalmology Department.

 

[Captain Hesperus]

• Aubrey Mitchell
• Bob Smith
• Gerald Ferdinand
• Vladamir Takonski

• 
  
  
  As you peek out from underneath the box you taped over the window, you suppress a gasp as you see one of Them wandering past. Both its eyes have ruptured, leaving gory streaks running down its pale and rotting cheeks. Further down the corridor in the direction it’d just come from you can see a door with a sign that says ‘Dispensary’. The door is slightly ajar. You can hear the sounds of some of Them in neighboring rooms.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  You and Kate move through the halls of the hospital, cautiously. It must be outside of visiting hours because you can’t seem to find anyone within. As you roam the halls and corridors, you start to wonder why everything is so...messy? There are gurneys everywhere and what look like black trash-bags piled up in the corridors. You turn a corner to discover a worrying sight. It looks like someone has collapsed in the corridor and a couple of nurses are crouched over them, giving first aid. Kate recoils at the sight and points toward a doorway. The sign over the door indicates it’s a staircase.
  
  
  
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  You sneak along the hallway, your eyes flicking from the floor to the corridor ahead of you, then to the hallway behind you. The sound of gurgling issues from a nearby doorway. It’s a familiar sound. The first zombie that attacked your father made a similar sound. It’s a chilling noise, made all the worse by the fact that you can no longer see clearly. You hands quiver in anticipation of the immediate danger. Another glance tells you the red line terminates at the elevators ahead of you. Beside the elevators is the door to the stairs.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  You emerge from the maintenance room into a service room attached to the hospital’s gas-powered emergency generators. Three of the five generators are running, but they are starting to run low, the gauges showing less than 12% capacity remaining. From this room, you can see two exits. The first is a tall electrically-powered roller shutter that probably leads out to the rear access road for utility vehicle access. There is a standard access lock by the door allowing anyone working for the city’s utility workforce easy access. The other door has a sign that says ‘Hospital Access Only’. On closer inspection, there is blood smeared over the handle and the door frame.
  
  
  

 

[Teh Frixz]

----- Aubrey Mitchell -----

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----- Civilian-----

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HP: 100


----- Equipment: .300 Hunting Rifle(46 rounds) Beretta 9mm(20 rounds) 1 Field Medical Kit, 1 Knife, 1 E-Tool----


Quickly, Aubrey tapes down the edge and triple checks that lock. Even wandering past, they were too close. She unconsciously starts holding her breath. Clambering back into the vents, she finally breathes out, a little sigh that travels down the air shaft. Aubrey scolds herself before trying to decide what to do next.


Dispensary...Dispense? Dispense medicine? That's probably what it was. Her own stock of medicine starting to run low, she decided to take the risk. She starts again down the vents, checking with each movement forward that her weight was not too much for the thin metal.


There were more of Them around than she had hoped. Aubrey had expected them to move on to better hunting grounds but seeing all the bodies in here...It must have been pretty nice for them. Not for the bodies though. They had their chance.


She continues to inch along, stopping and waiting for any signs of weakening metal.

 

[TheSilentArtist]

----- Gerald Ferdinand -----

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----- Civilian -----

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HP: 100


----- Equipment: Pump Shotgun (33 ammo) Pistol(40 ammo) 2 Painkillers-----


A cold chill ran along on his spine. He could feel his heart beat increasing ten folds from just the momentary silence breaking at last. Memories of his father being devoured alive while his screams of terror and pain echoed throughout the night. It took a moment for Gerald to realize his hands were shaking as the barrel of the shotgun moved with them.


He wanted to push on forward, to look for supplies, and maybe find a new pair of glasses. While another part of him wanted to turn tail and run. He stood there frozen in time for what seem like forever as he finally came to a decision. He didn’t want to alert more of them, but he didn’t want that one staying alive and possibly ambushing him later. He would have to push on and hope that he’ll not only find a weapon he can use to kill the creature silently, but to also try and not alert it.


As he moved on, he kept glancing towards the source of the gurgling with each step he took towards the stairs. The gurgling unnerved him immensely, it made his skin crawl. He hoped to god that this would prove to be worth it.

 

[Reaver]

----- Vladamir Takonski -----

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----- Civilian -----

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HP: 100


----- Equipment: Pump Shotgun(8)(43 ammo) Pistol(15)(30) 1 Molotov Cocktail, Toolbelt-----


A frown as he looks at the blood. Keying in the code to open the door to the hospital Vlad leads with his shotgun. Looking for threats that might come he has to see if his wife is listed as someone here. He hopes that he will have enough ammo to deal with the likely horde of zombies located in a hospital.


Going to the stairwell he opens it and checks to see if anything is lurking within. If not he will head towards the ER. If there are records they will be there.

 

[Helix Nebula]

----- Bob "Baldspot" Smith -----

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----- Civilian -----

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HP: 100, N/A


----- Equipment: Pump Shotgun(38 ammo), Pistol(25 ammo), 2 Painkillers -----


"They must have been cleaning, probably a bit of cha-" Bob stopped mid-sentence, when they saw the injured man and his helpers. He looked at Kate, then at the doorway, "Good idea, maybe there's a doctor upstairs." He said, as he opened the door and quickly moved inside, Kate following him. As the two started making their way up the stairway, Kate grasped Bob's hand tightly, "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm sure the man will be fine." He said, for some reason feeling the urge to speak quietly, "The hospital's staff probably have a lot on their hands, what with the power outages and shortage on supplies." He glanced at Kate, smiling slightly, "Stop worrying so much, I'm here and I'll take care of us. Just like I always have, okay?"


Kate nodded and with newfound courage, followed Bob to the second floor.

 

[Captain Hesperus]

• Aubrey Mitchell
• Bob Smith
• Gerald Ferdinand
• Vladimir Takonski

• 
  
  
  You crawl through the ducting, aware that they are not designed to carry even your slight weight, despite what the movies show. You inch along, agonisingly slowly, almost holding your breath as you hear the sound of shuffling feet and hoarse gasps and moans through vents around you. As you pass into a new section of ducting, there is a stomach-churning sound of metal grinding on metal and the whole section shifts to the left. Somewhere, you hear the ping that you can only image to be whatever kind of fixings securing the duct breaking loose. Your heart pounds in your chest and your breath starts to become labored as you brace yourself for a sudden fall.
  
  
  But, it doesn’t happen. While the sound of creaking and grinding continue, the duct fails to plummet to the ground. A quick glance through the vent beneath you shows the corridor to be pretty clear, inhabited only by corpses and a clear route through to the ‘dispensary’. You have two choices: stick to the ducting and hope it holds out or drop quietly into the corridor and not risk the noise should the ducting fail?
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Your search of the second floor reveals nothing but locked doors, and the doors to the third floor appear to be blocked by something heavy on the other side. Kate is becoming more and more concerned as you ascend through the quiet staircase of the hospital, her grip on your arm sometimes vice-like in its intensity. You have to admit, you are not feeling as comfortable as you normally do indoors. There is just something...wrong about this hospital, the smell is not of disinfectant or sterilizing fluid as you’d expect, but something more unwholesome, something rotten. Momentarily, you think you see bloody streaks across the landing and going down the stairs.
  
  
  Things like that shouldn’t be seen in a hospital. Orderlies and custodians clean up mess like that, surely?
  
  
  Suddenly the PA system crackles to life and a cheery-sounding woman’s voice echoed down the stairwell, “This is a public announcement: If Mister Robert Smith, Mister Robert Eric Smith,is in the hospital could you please report to Doctor Eldridge’s office on the fourth floor. Mister Robert Smith please report to Doctor Eldridge’s office on the fourth floor, thank you.”
  
  
  Strange, you didn’t know you had any appointments today? You aren’t even feeling unwell.
  
  
  You have a choice: continue exploring or go seek out Doctor Eldridge and see what he wants.
  
  
  
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  You make it to the door leading to the stairs and get through with a minimum of noise, leaving the gurgling thing behind you. This staircase is apparently more a service one than a public one, since the walls are unpainted cinderblock with a simple sign screwed to the wall, indicating that you are currently on the first floor, the maintenance bay is below you and that there are several departments above you, including Ophthalmology. There is also a large green metal locker, one of the doors ajar, stood in the corner. As you push the door shut behind you, the gurgling sound starts to get closer. A glance through the steel reinforced glass window tells you that one of the things has started to wander around. It’s probably not seen you, but its blurry form is coming closer to the door. At the speed it’s moving it’d probably reach the door in a minute or two.
  
  
  You don’t know if these things are smart enough to open doors, nor how strong they are and you certainly don’t know if they can move any faster than a shambling lope. As you watch, you become aware of noises of something moving in the staircase, though with the bare walls, you can’t tell if it’s coming from the upper floors or the lower floors. You have a number of choices available to you: go up the stairs, go down the stairs or investigate the locker.
  
  
  
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  The door opens into a smaller maintenance storage area. There are storage tanks for water and oxygen in this room. The only source of illumination is the emergency exit lights over the door you entered through, one over a door at the far end of the room and one that is attached to the ceiling in the center of the room. There is more blood in here, smeared handprints across the otherwise pristine storage tanks, streaks across the floor. It’s all dried, at least a day old. There is also the smell of death, a sickly mix of blood, decay and other unsavory scents.
  
  
  As you approach the far door, you find someone had attempted to wedge it shut by the act of driving slivers of wood between the door and the frame. A discarded claw hammer and some fragments of wood on the floor attest to the attempt, as do the paltry two or three wedges half-knocked into place in the hinge-side of the door. As you reach the door, you find the source of the smell. A gruesome tableau presents itself to your eyes: a rent-a-cop lies half-propped against a water tank, his mouth yawning widely and his shrivelled eyes rolled back in what remains of his head. The back of his head is entirely missing and his brains are splashed across the white of the tank. In his right hand is a revolver and am almost-headless zombie has a hold of his left ankle, a pool of dried blood settled around the ragged wound in the security officer’s calf.
  
  
  You have a choice: continue on through the door to the hospital, return back to the previous room or investigate the security guard more closely.
  
  
  

 

[Teh Frixz]

----- Aubrey Mitchell -----


----- Civilian-----


HP: 100


----- Equipment: .300 Hunting Rifle(46 rounds) Beretta 9mm(20 rounds) 1 Field Medical Kit, 1 Knife, 1 E-Tool----


There it was. The sound she had been expecting since climbing in here. She knew she didn't weigh much but these were old ducts. Happy that she was out of immediate danger of being spotted, Aubrey elected to leave the ducts. She'd hole up in the room, take her supplies, and have the option of going back in the ducts if needed.


Better than continuing on, crashing and being trapped at least.


Pushing open the grate, she takes a couple used shells from her pocket. Everything had a purpose in wonder city. Aiming she proceeds to throw them at the corpses on the ground, making sure they don't get up.


Nothing moves when the large shells strike them so Aubrey takes a deep breath and drops down to the ground. Collecting her shells, she moves a cart under the open vent before half walking half crawling towards her destination.

 

[TheSilentArtist]

----- Gerald Ferdinand -----

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----- Civilian -----

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HP: 100


----- Equipment: Pump Shot gun(33 ammo) Pistol(40 ammo) 2 Painkillers-----


For a moment, all Gerald could hear was the thundering beat of his heart as it drowned out the gurgling and the noise of movement coming from either below or above him. He was going to die and he knew it.The only thought going in his panic stricken brain was how much of a moron he was for coming in here, while a darker part of him welcomed his untimely demised. At least it was an escape from the hell hole he was living.


As he turned to face the door, the image of his parents raising him as a child flashed before his eyes. It was enough to snap him back to the reality at hand and the problem he would have to solve. "How am I going to survive this?" His voice echoed quietly throughout the room.While the thought of finding something useful in the locker was appealing to him, he didn't believe he'd find something before whatever is making the noise would find him, and though he doubt the gurgling creature could open the door he didn't want to give it time to figure out how.


Forced to make a decision, Gerald gulped and put a tighter grip on his shotgun to help comfort him as he moved up the staircase.Though he wanted to move quickly, he didn't want to risk being jump by something above him and decided the best way to keep safe was inching his head to take a peak ahead through the staircase before moving on. His shotgun was out as he ready himself for anything to come.