IC-THRU-Enter the Rough Riders(Rough Riders/Others)
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 2:33 am
Z-Day - 12:16 PM Mountain Time - 1 mile south of I-80:
The Rough Riders' convoy cruised north over the flat Nebraska plains. The biker group had gotten together and organized early this morning, before most other people were aware anything was going on. After fueling up their Harley Davidson motorcycles and their pickup trucks during the early stages of the chaos that had struck Sidney, they had headed to Cabela's to pick up guns, ammo, and other useful survival supplies. The building had already been hit by the time they got there, and had still been crawling with the infected. The people in the building had either joined their ranks, fled, or been trapped on the roof - with the exception of Melinda Christie. They had gotten there just in time to save her life, but they couldn't stick around long. They had just enough time to grab some stuff and then get out, using their mobility to their advantage.
A horde had pursued them as they fled from the now burning city. Their ability to go off-road had been key to their escape. Still, their pursuers were tireless and some moved very fast indeed. By moving a good distance away and then taking out the faster ones with their rifles before moving onwards, they managed to keep ahead of them and pick up a few more people on their way south. Once they had left what was left of civlization behind, they picked up their speed as fast as they could. Then they diverted wide to the west to ditch the ghouls hunting them before turning around and heading north. They were now just a mile south of I-80.
Clarence Deeds led the pack, side by side with his older son Bill Black. His first name was really Lawrence, but nobody called him that unless he wanted a split lip or a bloody nose. Instead he went by his middle name of William, or by his nickname Tsuba. Lisa Crow rode on the back of Black's bike, her arms wrapped around him. They rode matching Harleys and, like the rest of their group, wore leather jackets. Behind them, Clarence's younger son Keith Deeds followed in a blue Ford F150 with Melinda in the passenger seat, and on his right Colin Lewis drove a maroon Dodge Ram. In the middle, Clarence's wife Amanda rode beside Colin's friend and comrade Joe Soarez on another pair of Harleys. Behind them, Dr. Dale Owens drove a white SUV, his son Adrian napping in the seat beside him, and Ernest Granger drove a gray pickup truck, this one with a horse trailer attached to the back. Bringing up the rear were Lewie and Sue Newton on two more Harley Davidsons.
Clarence slowed to a halt. The old man raised his arm to signal the others to stop, then turned to Bill, who rode on his right hand. As the sound of the vehicles died down, everyone could make out gunshots in the distance to the north. "We're nearly at the T-Bone," he said. "There will be fuel there, and maybe supplies. They also have a fallout shelter just in case some asshat pushes the button, but I'd rather we keep on the move if we can. Those gunshots are both good and bad. Good since it means there's still someone alive there and not trying to eat people, but bad since there's no guarantee they'll be friendly or willing to share. I know the people who run the place - did some contracting work for them way back when. They're not very nice people, and Earl has got to be the meanest, orneriest skinflint that ever drew breath, but we might be able to trade with them. Of course, there's always the possiblity that they're dead and someone else has taken over the place. In that case, it all depends on who it is. Before we get any closer, we'd better take a gander at what we're dealing with." He indicated the binoculars hanging around Bill's neck. "My eyes are too old to see real far. Tsuba, why don't you give it a go?"
(Bill, roll Spot Hidden if you want to look through the binoculars to the north, then I'll tell you what you see. Failing the roll means you'll still see the obvious things, but some things will be less obvious and won't be seen unless you succeed. Anyone with a scoped rifle may also make a Spot Hidden roll - this means Lewie Newton, Colin Lewis, and Ernest Granger. If you do not have the Spot Hidden skill listed on your character sheet, your base skill level is 25%. Just roll 1d100 against your Spot Hidden score on Invisible Castle and hope you get equal to or less than it. If you don't know what to do, look at the Skills section of the Rules and Guidelines thread. Everyone is also free to talk or do something while the vehicles are stopped.)
The Rough Riders' convoy cruised north over the flat Nebraska plains. The biker group had gotten together and organized early this morning, before most other people were aware anything was going on. After fueling up their Harley Davidson motorcycles and their pickup trucks during the early stages of the chaos that had struck Sidney, they had headed to Cabela's to pick up guns, ammo, and other useful survival supplies. The building had already been hit by the time they got there, and had still been crawling with the infected. The people in the building had either joined their ranks, fled, or been trapped on the roof - with the exception of Melinda Christie. They had gotten there just in time to save her life, but they couldn't stick around long. They had just enough time to grab some stuff and then get out, using their mobility to their advantage.
A horde had pursued them as they fled from the now burning city. Their ability to go off-road had been key to their escape. Still, their pursuers were tireless and some moved very fast indeed. By moving a good distance away and then taking out the faster ones with their rifles before moving onwards, they managed to keep ahead of them and pick up a few more people on their way south. Once they had left what was left of civlization behind, they picked up their speed as fast as they could. Then they diverted wide to the west to ditch the ghouls hunting them before turning around and heading north. They were now just a mile south of I-80.
Clarence Deeds led the pack, side by side with his older son Bill Black. His first name was really Lawrence, but nobody called him that unless he wanted a split lip or a bloody nose. Instead he went by his middle name of William, or by his nickname Tsuba. Lisa Crow rode on the back of Black's bike, her arms wrapped around him. They rode matching Harleys and, like the rest of their group, wore leather jackets. Behind them, Clarence's younger son Keith Deeds followed in a blue Ford F150 with Melinda in the passenger seat, and on his right Colin Lewis drove a maroon Dodge Ram. In the middle, Clarence's wife Amanda rode beside Colin's friend and comrade Joe Soarez on another pair of Harleys. Behind them, Dr. Dale Owens drove a white SUV, his son Adrian napping in the seat beside him, and Ernest Granger drove a gray pickup truck, this one with a horse trailer attached to the back. Bringing up the rear were Lewie and Sue Newton on two more Harley Davidsons.
Clarence slowed to a halt. The old man raised his arm to signal the others to stop, then turned to Bill, who rode on his right hand. As the sound of the vehicles died down, everyone could make out gunshots in the distance to the north. "We're nearly at the T-Bone," he said. "There will be fuel there, and maybe supplies. They also have a fallout shelter just in case some asshat pushes the button, but I'd rather we keep on the move if we can. Those gunshots are both good and bad. Good since it means there's still someone alive there and not trying to eat people, but bad since there's no guarantee they'll be friendly or willing to share. I know the people who run the place - did some contracting work for them way back when. They're not very nice people, and Earl has got to be the meanest, orneriest skinflint that ever drew breath, but we might be able to trade with them. Of course, there's always the possiblity that they're dead and someone else has taken over the place. In that case, it all depends on who it is. Before we get any closer, we'd better take a gander at what we're dealing with." He indicated the binoculars hanging around Bill's neck. "My eyes are too old to see real far. Tsuba, why don't you give it a go?"
(Bill, roll Spot Hidden if you want to look through the binoculars to the north, then I'll tell you what you see. Failing the roll means you'll still see the obvious things, but some things will be less obvious and won't be seen unless you succeed. Anyone with a scoped rifle may also make a Spot Hidden roll - this means Lewie Newton, Colin Lewis, and Ernest Granger. If you do not have the Spot Hidden skill listed on your character sheet, your base skill level is 25%. Just roll 1d100 against your Spot Hidden score on Invisible Castle and hope you get equal to or less than it. If you don't know what to do, look at the Skills section of the Rules and Guidelines thread. Everyone is also free to talk or do something while the vehicles are stopped.)