"Kate, it´s a long way to the school. Maybe too long and it´s getting late. We´d better hole up in one of these residential houses." Emilio checks the closest door to see if it opens. "We can rest here and keep lookout for raiders. Just we keep out of sight from anyone, we´ll be safe. It´s not safe out here on the streets. If walkers from outside the EMP perimeter comes here, they will be unaffected by the pulse.""How much ammo do you have left?" He tries the door...
In the street-
The first door Emilio tried was locked.
"No..." moaned Kate. "We have to reach the school. We have to tell them what happened and where the warehouse is. It's Erica's only chance. If we don't hurry, they could clear out of there. And I need a doctor." She checked her belt pouches. "I've got almost two full magazines for my Glock, and some smaller 9mm magazines for my other automatic. I've got Chuck's .357 Magnum, but no reloads for it. I also have a bunch more shotgun shells."
OOC,[b]Emilio[/b], if you want to keep trying doors, roll Luck.
Trying some other doors, Emilio faces the reality that they´ll have to soldier on towards school. "Forget this. OK, but get up on my back again and let me try to get us back as fast as possible. Every second out here feels like a hazard."
In the street- Emilio scooped up Kate and slung her over his shoulder, enabling him to walk much faster. She pressed her face against his shoulder and quietly sobbed. They progressed another block, and they were now seven blocks from the school.
In the street-
"Uh huh," sniffled Kate. She lifted her head, dried her eyes, and looked back over Emilio's shoulder. "I'm the one who failed. I'm a lousy cop, and I got one of my own killed."
Emilio had progressed another block. They were now six blocks north of the school, and one block west.
In the street-
The noise Emilio heard was instantly recognizable as a running automobile engine moving closer. Someone who spent as much time around cars as he did couldn't mistake it. But it was coming from behind, not ahead. Glancing back, Emilio saw the Jamaicans' VW minibus off in the distance, approaching from the north.
"Jeez, you better get off, Kate. We´re having visitors."Emilio lets Kate climb off of him and says, "Get that Glock ready. We´ll see what they want." He steps out on the street and stand in the middle, raises the shotgun and aims at the approaching car. If they want to talk, they sure would stop at a distance. If not he´ll have to stop them by shooting the tires or the window shield. "Make sure you hit the driver if they try to run me over..." He makes a little tap dance to get the blood flowing...
In the street-
"Oh no," groaned Kate. "They've found us." When Emilio set her down, she leaned against a nearby parked car, one that would never go anywhere again, and drew her Glock. She clutched it fiercely as the Volkswagen approached, her knuckles turning white with terror. The vehicle approached to about fifty yards from where Emilio stood before stopping.
In the street-
The minibus wasn't getting any closer. It was still just under fifty yards away. While it had tinted windows, Emilio was able to make out two Jamaicans sitting in the front seats. One was the guy with the shotgun, and the other was Doug Marley. He couldn't tell if anyone was further back in the bus. Kate squinted at the vehicle. "Can't see a thing," she said.
The Jamaican in the driver's seat got out, and Doug slid over into the driver's seat to take his place. The guy with the shotgun pointed it at Emilio and called "Drop your weapons and we won't kill you!" Emilio could see that his leg was bandaged - Tiny had bitten him - but he did not appear too badly hurt.
OOC,If you want to shoot at him, the range is normal, but you'd only do 1d6 damage at this distance.
Determined not to back down, Emilio replies with a blast with the shotgun. The shot hits the unbandaged leg with brute force."Come and get us, mon!"
To Kate, he hisses, "Take down the driver, or at least the wind shield if you can."
He pumps the shotgun into action and prepares to take a second shot, should the man not go down - or if the other Jamaican decides to try to run him over.