Play@YSDC

Z-Day - 4:22 PM Central Time - Farm 25 miles west of Holdrege, Nebraska
At the farmhouse-
Corporal Anthony Gardner peered into the cornfield directly south of the garage and spotted the same blond man he had seen before on top of the RV, crouched in the cornfield. The man wore a helmet much like his own, and he also had a 9mm pistol, a golf club - and a hand grenade, which he lobbed at him very accurately! It landed just three yards from his feet. Kathryn saw the man and the grenade too, her eyes wide with fright.

(Gardner, roll Dodge if you want to try to take cover. This roll is at -10 due to your armor. You will not be able to return fire this round if you do so, but you will go first next round - if you're in any condition to do so. You will not avoid all of the damage, but you will be able to reduce it if you succeed. Your armor may also protect you from some of the damage. Kathryn, you may roll Dodge as well, with no penalty, to try to flatten yourself in the back seat. The vehicle will protect you somewhat, so you can avoid all of the damage if you succeed. Once the Dodge rolls are resolved, I'll describe what happens.)

Gardner was moved more by the blast than by his own speed.

Paralyzed with shock, the blast takes her by surprise....

At the farmhouse-
"Boo Yah, Motherfucker!" shouted the man in the cornfield.

Gardner tried to take cover, but his armor slowed him down too much, and in the end it failed to protect him sufficiently. The blast threw him backwards onto the hood of the police car and blew off his left arm, leaving him bleeding and unconscious. The car itself was only moderately damaged, but the two front tires were shredded, and the windshield and all of the windows shattered as shrapnel ripped through them and bounced around the garage. The car was blown backwards into the rear wall of the garage and skidded to a halt. Kathryn threw her left arm up to shield her face from the flying shards of glass and fragments from the grenade, thus sparing it from all but superficial damage. However, her arm was badly lacerated.

(Kathryn, it's your turn to act now. If you want to climb out of the police car through the broken window, roll Luck.)

(Don´t know how much Kat will have time to do, but I´ll post her intended actions...)
Bracing her injured arm, she looks at the mutilated Gardner. Turning her attention to the golfer... and seeing the smashed window she grabs the digital from the back seat and takes the opportunity to - at last - climb out of the window. Luckily she kicks the remains of the window - not risking drawing blood on the jagged edges. "Yeah, you rest now, UNCLE!" Kat whispers hardly audible at the man sprawled at the hood. To the blond helmet adorned combatant she acknowledges, "Thanks! Kathryn McCoy, formerly air traffic controller, now survivor at large!" She examines the shoulder to see how bad it is...

Taking in the situation and grasping that Gardner is down she looks for a pipe or something to whack him over the head. Dawkins sends her regards... Her mind races ahead imagining the scene to come...

At the farmhouse-
When Kathryn looked at Gardner, she could see that he was still alive, though he was bleeding out and would die within seconds - unless she were to do something about it. Though he was unconscious, his vacant eyes gazed into hers, as if pleading to her for help. It struck her that she had never seen him powerless before, and completely at her mercy. She held his fate in her hands now.

(Jack, you can get halfway to the garage before Gardner dies, so you couldn't try to save him even if you wanted to. Kathryn, if you do want to try to save his life, you have one chance to make a First Aid roll, which would give him back 1d3 HP. Or, you could just let him die and do something else. To look around for a blunt object, roll Spot Hidden. Jack's golf club would do the trick nicely too, but he isn't here yet.)

When Kat heads for the hood she looks for a pipe, finding none,

next round...:
,she climbs up the front of the car and kicks at the jaw bone of the glaring Anthony Gardner. "Bleed! Just a bit more, honey!"

(Failing to kick him properly she´ll hold her next kick, looking at the golfer to get more help with finishing the corporal off.)

Quickly transferring the seven iron to his left hand, Jack whips out Alvarez's 9mm and hurries towards the carnage.

"Miss! Miss!? Are you OK?!"

"Now that I got out of that bloody police cruiser, yes." Calming down, she looks for the M-16 and the hand gun... "His weapons, where did they go?" "I´d rather not think of the past few hours, let´s pretend they didn´t happen to me, OK?" "I heard your vehicle before and hoped you should stop. Thanks, once again!"
"Don´t let this creep live! Let me finish him off!" She stretches her right arm to accept the golf club.

At the farmhouse-
Kathryn saw that her left arm and shoulder were torn up pretty badly, and the pain was starting to register. She would not be able to effectively wield the golf club in one hand, and she couldn't use her left arm until her wounds were bandaged properly.

Jack emerged from the cornfield, crossed the road, and started down the driveway toward the garage while Kathryn looked around in vain for a weapon. Gardner's M-16 had been ruined, its barrel twisted unnaturally from the force of the explosion and the stock horribly misshapen. It wouldn't even make a serviceable club, as it looked like it would fall apart. His pistols, knives, and grenade were in even worse shape, though it might be possible to salvage some of his ammo from his backpack. Gardner himself, splayed on the hood of the police car, bled to death messily while she watched. The cold and hateful feelings she had alarmed her. Only recently she had sacrificed her freedom in a failed attempt to save a policewoman who was also dying from a grenade blast - a grenade Gardner had thrown. Now she did nothing while Gardner himself expired other than seek to hasten his demise, and she felt satisfaction. Even though he had done horrible things, he was still human and helpless, and she was helping to cause his death. Was it wrong to feel so good about it? Had her time with him made her become more like him?

Jack too was aghast when he saw the carnage - the carnage he had caused. He had never killed a man before and never thought he would have to. He had been an evil man, true, and Jack had done it to save an innocent woman, but the thought of what he was capable of doing still alarmed him.

(Jack and Kathryn, roll Sanity. Sanity loss is 0/1d4 for Jack and 0/1d6 for Kathryn. Hers is higher because he is powerless while she is trying to kill him, while Jack acted in her defense while Gardner was still a threat. This round Jack will reach the garage, but he will not have time to do anything there yet. Kathryn used her action in this coming round to try to kick him, but she will miss. The two of you may still speak briefly during this time, however.)

OOC: Invisible Castle is down so I rolled real dice. (San roll = 08)

Once Jack arrives at the scene, he pauses for but an instant as he solemnly contemplates what he has just wrought. "I did what I had to do," he says to himself.

Putting his pistol in the front band of his shorts, he turns his attention to the obviously traumatized Kathryn: "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa there little lady. He's on his way out now, anything more is overkill."

Proffering his hand, softly he says "Let me help you down from there. That arm isn't looking so good. Why don't we get it cleaned up? Oh, and by the way, the name's Jack."

How about Gardner's Kevlar, how's that looking? Any signs of that P10 automatic?

(Roll(1d100)+0:87,+0 Total:87 Roll(1d6)+0:5,+0 Total:5 "d&d ROLLER")

Bewildered she replies, "Kathryn McCoy, yes he´s out. But as things are standing, I´m not sure he´ll remain down..."

Choosing his words carefully, Jack keeps his gaze affixed to the shell shocked woman. "What, precisely, do you mean?" he asks cautiously. "Was he infected?"

Jack will attempt a psychology roll to ascertain if she's suffering from post traumatic shock (rolled a 73, failed).

"I´ve seen people wounded - only to see them rise again.You can´t be too sure!" She accepts the hand and descends to the garage floor.

Looking back at the display on the police cruiser´s hood, she takes in the consequence of the recent events. (Idea Roll(1d100)+0:10,+0 Total:10) And stops chatting with Jack.
(guessed I was to roll Idea ince she failed her SAN check...)

"Kathryn, have you been inside the house yet? Do you think there might be anything inside that could help us? A first aid kit would be real useful right about now. At the very least, there's gotta be a washroom with a medicine cabinet, right? Let's get that arm cleaned up." Jack says soothingly as he guides Kathryn by her good arm towards the doorway into the farmhouse.

Pausing as he recalls what Alvarez and Flynn had told him earlier about the resurrected Dawkins, Jack casts a wary look at the recently departed.