IC-THRU-The Siege(All but Luke)
Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 4:36 am
Z-Day - 12:26 PM Mountain Time - At the motel
(Walkers from the west: 2 dead, 1 with 9 damage to head)
West of the motel-
The fire expanded until it reached the leaking fuel from the helicopter's fuel tank, and the wreckage went up in a massive fireball, spraying flaming debris all around. Fortunately everyone was well clear of it and nobody was injured further. The chopper continued to burn, and secondary explosions from ammo cooking off followed.
Duran shaded his eyes from the sudden blast, then peered out across the field. His eyes widened as he saw the dead shambling ever closer. "I see them!" he reported over his radio. "Range approximately 400 yards west and closing slowly. They just turned towards the helo when it went up." He raised his M-16 to his shoulder. He began to shoot, but at this range all of his shots missed.
Melinda noticed that little Adrian's breathing was somewhat shallow, and his sleep was fitful. She gently placed a hand on the boy's forehead and felt that it was hot, as if he had a fever. She turned back to look for his father, but he had already headed for the motel where the wounded were gathering.
"Ow!" cried Lt. Doolittle as Frank Hodges attempted to help her. "That really hurt! And that's Lt. Doolittle, Airman. Just because the world is coming apart at the seams doesn't mean we can ignore military protocol. Look, there's other people hurt worse than I am, and it's probably best to leave it to the professionals. Your skills would be put to far better use putting those things down before they can reach us." The two of them arrived at the southwest corner of the motel, where Lt. Angela Blanco and Zorie Spooner stood waiting.
Brian Kincaid arrived just behind them, and Zorie went over to assist him. "We shouldn't stay out here too long, just in case," she said. "There's a rope ladder here, and there are metal ladders on the east side of the motel. It'll be a difficult climb with those wounds, but maybe we can at least patch you up a little first." She tried to help suture the worst of his cuts, but her needle slipped and she made matters a bit worse. She shook her head. "I'm so sorry." He tried to repair the damage himself, but he was unsuccessful.
Cole also made it to the southwest corner of the motel with Kincaid, followed closely by Ernest Granger, Roger Coltrane, Gordon Cheng, Greg Applebee, and Dr. Dale Owens. Applebee looked back in fascination at the blazing, smoking wreckage that had nearly been his funeral pyre.
Lt. Alan Curtis arrived last of all. Lt. Blanco tried to bandage Frank Hodges's wounds, but the bleeding wouldn't stop.
In the northwest part of the parking lot, Clarence addressed the rest of the Rough Riders: "We'll make our stand here. With us and the military shooting at those things, we have a good chance to win. Stay with the vehicles in case we're forced to retreat. That ladder's a bottleneck, and there's no way we'll all get up to the balcony in time. Better to let the wounded get up first while we use our mobility to our advantage. If you've got a rifle, use it and start plugging the enemy as soon as you see them." He took his own rifle and searched the field with his eyes but couldn't see clearly.
Lisa Crow straddled the motorcycle and kept the engine running. "You can go ahead and start shooting, hon," she said. "If we need to hightail it out of here, just hop on."
Colin Lewis looked through the scope of his Marlin rifle into the grass and clearly saw the mob of ghouls. "There's over fifty of them!" he called as he opened fire, scoring one hit out of two that felled it. "It's still coming!" he called, watching the beast crawl onwards in spite of its terrible head wound.
His friend Joe Soarez aimed his Ruger Mini-14 into the field. He also spotted the enemy and fired twice, missing badly both times. His next two shots also missed, though only narrowly.
Airman Steve Phillips caught sight of the marauding corpses. He held his fire, knowing that they were still too far for him to have a decent chance of hitting.
Amanda Deeds easily saw them too. She prepared her M2 carbine. Its range was poor, so she decided to wait as well. Lewie Newton couldn't see them yet. His wife Sue waited on her motorcycle.
(If you want to shoot at the zombies in the grass, you must first succeed at a Spot Hidden roll to see them. This roll has a -5% penalty if you're wearing a Kevlar helmet. Once you've succeeded at a Spot Hidden roll, you do not need to roll again to see this group of zombies. You may begin shooting as soon as you've seen them. Looking for them takes one combat round, so you'll have four rounds left. The Winchester and the Marlins have a rate of fire of 1/2, so each of them only gets two shots. If you have a scoped rifle, you use your full skill with only the -5% penalty for aiming at the head. If you have any other rifle, you fire at half skill, with the -5% penalty applied after your skill is halved.)
On the motel's roof-
Black and Sheen were distracted momentarily by the exploding helicopter. They still could not get a fix on the reported incoming creatures.
(As before, each of you may attempt to roll Spot Hidden again, with a -5% penalty due to your helmets. If you succeed, you may then shoot for four combat rounds, using your full skill with just the -5% penalty for aiming at the head. The Barrett fires once per round and gets four shots, but the M-24 only fires every other round and gets two.)
In the comm room-
(David, I'm not sure what exactly you wanted to do with your pistol. Are you unloading it, or are you trying to combine all the bullets into a single magazine?)
When David fiddled with the communications gear, the connection suddenly went dead.
"What did you do?!" cried Alexandria Mikhalin. She desperately examined the equipment, then breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew! You just knocked a wire loose." Now that she had identified the problem, she simply plugged it back in and the gear began to reinitialize.
"Permission to head out to the balcony to assist with our defense, sir?" Igor Malanowski asked Javier Ramirez.
Baldwin staggered into the comm room. "Man, I need a doctor," he said.
"They all went downstairs," said Mikhalin.
The big trucker shrugged. "Hey, there's my piece," he said, retrieving his .38 revolver and the spare bullet. He loaded it into an empty chamber. He glanced at the bodies. "Damn shame about the captain. I was just starting to like him, too. My revolver's almost dry. So, is anyone using this 9 mil on the table, or can I have it?"
On the motel balcony-
Acting Senior Airman Manuel Ortega stood at the railing on the southwest corner of the balcony. He looked into the grass and sighted the ghouls. He opened up on them with his M-16 and landed a single hit, slaying one.
Wallace saw the zombies too and began shooting. He also hit one and blew its brains out.
(Ortega and Wallace get five more combat rounds to shoot, at half skill.)
(Walkers from the west: 2 dead, 1 with 9 damage to head)
West of the motel-
The fire expanded until it reached the leaking fuel from the helicopter's fuel tank, and the wreckage went up in a massive fireball, spraying flaming debris all around. Fortunately everyone was well clear of it and nobody was injured further. The chopper continued to burn, and secondary explosions from ammo cooking off followed.
Duran shaded his eyes from the sudden blast, then peered out across the field. His eyes widened as he saw the dead shambling ever closer. "I see them!" he reported over his radio. "Range approximately 400 yards west and closing slowly. They just turned towards the helo when it went up." He raised his M-16 to his shoulder. He began to shoot, but at this range all of his shots missed.
Melinda noticed that little Adrian's breathing was somewhat shallow, and his sleep was fitful. She gently placed a hand on the boy's forehead and felt that it was hot, as if he had a fever. She turned back to look for his father, but he had already headed for the motel where the wounded were gathering.
"Ow!" cried Lt. Doolittle as Frank Hodges attempted to help her. "That really hurt! And that's Lt. Doolittle, Airman. Just because the world is coming apart at the seams doesn't mean we can ignore military protocol. Look, there's other people hurt worse than I am, and it's probably best to leave it to the professionals. Your skills would be put to far better use putting those things down before they can reach us." The two of them arrived at the southwest corner of the motel, where Lt. Angela Blanco and Zorie Spooner stood waiting.
Brian Kincaid arrived just behind them, and Zorie went over to assist him. "We shouldn't stay out here too long, just in case," she said. "There's a rope ladder here, and there are metal ladders on the east side of the motel. It'll be a difficult climb with those wounds, but maybe we can at least patch you up a little first." She tried to help suture the worst of his cuts, but her needle slipped and she made matters a bit worse. She shook her head. "I'm so sorry." He tried to repair the damage himself, but he was unsuccessful.
Cole also made it to the southwest corner of the motel with Kincaid, followed closely by Ernest Granger, Roger Coltrane, Gordon Cheng, Greg Applebee, and Dr. Dale Owens. Applebee looked back in fascination at the blazing, smoking wreckage that had nearly been his funeral pyre.
Lt. Alan Curtis arrived last of all. Lt. Blanco tried to bandage Frank Hodges's wounds, but the bleeding wouldn't stop.
In the northwest part of the parking lot, Clarence addressed the rest of the Rough Riders: "We'll make our stand here. With us and the military shooting at those things, we have a good chance to win. Stay with the vehicles in case we're forced to retreat. That ladder's a bottleneck, and there's no way we'll all get up to the balcony in time. Better to let the wounded get up first while we use our mobility to our advantage. If you've got a rifle, use it and start plugging the enemy as soon as you see them." He took his own rifle and searched the field with his eyes but couldn't see clearly.
Lisa Crow straddled the motorcycle and kept the engine running. "You can go ahead and start shooting, hon," she said. "If we need to hightail it out of here, just hop on."
Colin Lewis looked through the scope of his Marlin rifle into the grass and clearly saw the mob of ghouls. "There's over fifty of them!" he called as he opened fire, scoring one hit out of two that felled it. "It's still coming!" he called, watching the beast crawl onwards in spite of its terrible head wound.
His friend Joe Soarez aimed his Ruger Mini-14 into the field. He also spotted the enemy and fired twice, missing badly both times. His next two shots also missed, though only narrowly.
Airman Steve Phillips caught sight of the marauding corpses. He held his fire, knowing that they were still too far for him to have a decent chance of hitting.
Amanda Deeds easily saw them too. She prepared her M2 carbine. Its range was poor, so she decided to wait as well. Lewie Newton couldn't see them yet. His wife Sue waited on her motorcycle.
(If you want to shoot at the zombies in the grass, you must first succeed at a Spot Hidden roll to see them. This roll has a -5% penalty if you're wearing a Kevlar helmet. Once you've succeeded at a Spot Hidden roll, you do not need to roll again to see this group of zombies. You may begin shooting as soon as you've seen them. Looking for them takes one combat round, so you'll have four rounds left. The Winchester and the Marlins have a rate of fire of 1/2, so each of them only gets two shots. If you have a scoped rifle, you use your full skill with only the -5% penalty for aiming at the head. If you have any other rifle, you fire at half skill, with the -5% penalty applied after your skill is halved.)
On the motel's roof-
Black and Sheen were distracted momentarily by the exploding helicopter. They still could not get a fix on the reported incoming creatures.
(As before, each of you may attempt to roll Spot Hidden again, with a -5% penalty due to your helmets. If you succeed, you may then shoot for four combat rounds, using your full skill with just the -5% penalty for aiming at the head. The Barrett fires once per round and gets four shots, but the M-24 only fires every other round and gets two.)
In the comm room-
(David, I'm not sure what exactly you wanted to do with your pistol. Are you unloading it, or are you trying to combine all the bullets into a single magazine?)
When David fiddled with the communications gear, the connection suddenly went dead.
"What did you do?!" cried Alexandria Mikhalin. She desperately examined the equipment, then breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew! You just knocked a wire loose." Now that she had identified the problem, she simply plugged it back in and the gear began to reinitialize.
"Permission to head out to the balcony to assist with our defense, sir?" Igor Malanowski asked Javier Ramirez.
Baldwin staggered into the comm room. "Man, I need a doctor," he said.
"They all went downstairs," said Mikhalin.
The big trucker shrugged. "Hey, there's my piece," he said, retrieving his .38 revolver and the spare bullet. He loaded it into an empty chamber. He glanced at the bodies. "Damn shame about the captain. I was just starting to like him, too. My revolver's almost dry. So, is anyone using this 9 mil on the table, or can I have it?"
On the motel balcony-
Acting Senior Airman Manuel Ortega stood at the railing on the southwest corner of the balcony. He looked into the grass and sighted the ghouls. He opened up on them with his M-16 and landed a single hit, slaying one.
Wallace saw the zombies too and began shooting. He also hit one and blew its brains out.
(Ortega and Wallace get five more combat rounds to shoot, at half skill.)