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-Wow! We don't want to hurt you madam! And we are alive- says Jerry.

Donald says, "That might not be so comforting in this day and age, Jerry. Some of the live ones are worse than the dead." He holds up his own 12-gage, barrel up and his other hand goes up high to show it is empty. "We don't mean you any harm, ma'am. A friend we're traveling with said he knew of someone who was holed up here for safety. We were just seeing if anyone needed to get out safely." He gestured with a jerk of his head toward the door, "We have a bus and we're going someplace safer... hopefully." He took a step aside from the door so the others behind could see what he saw, "You're welcome to come with us if you want. Or you can stay here... no pressure. We'll just head on out the way we came in."

In Cabela's, on the top floor, in the stairwell-
The woman lowered her shotgun, pointing it at the ground, slumping over with exhaustion. "Can it really be true?" she asked. "When the door was forced open, I thought it was more of them...We've been trapped up here for almost a day and a half. I...I'm the only one left. One of the others had been bitten before we sealed ourselves on the roof, and eventually he turned into one of them and bit one of the others in the neck and started eating her. Then she became one too and they both attacked. I grabbed the shotgun someone had dropped while they were busy...feeding. I had to kill them all..."

-I understand, it must had been terrible. Well, with us you are a bit more safe if you want to come with us, at least, as safe as it's possible nowadays, but it's your choice as my coleague said- Jerry nods.

Donald agrees, "How awful for you. We are working on sweeping the rest of this building quickly before we leave. Is there anything we should know before we commence?"

In Cabela's, on the top floor, in the stairwell-
"Yeah, I'll come with you," said the woman, slowly walking over. "So it's over, then? I can't think of anything else to tell you about this building. It's Cabela's HQ, but I guess you know that, seeing as you're sporting some of our guns. Not much left of the building. If anyone else survived the onslaught, the fire would have killed them or driven them out. I'm Leslie Stevens, by the way. I was the adminsitrative assistant to the VP of marketing." She jerked a thumb back over her shoulder and to the side at something that couldn't be seen from the stairwell. "That guy. And you are?"

Donald responded, "Donald Woodridge, caretaker for a school a ways from here. I wouldn't go saying it's all over just yet." He turned around to start heading back down and said "I'll let the experts fill you in on the details though. We're safe from the zombies as long as we don't stray too far from the bus below."

In Cabela's, on the top floor, in the stairwell-
"Lucy Armstrong," said the muscular woman with them. "I'm a mechanic at an airfield - or I used to be. I caught a helicopter flight to Omaha with a couple of scientists who figured out what was going on and fixed some of it. There's a large group of us on our way to Warren Air Force Base in the school bus we've got down below."

"Nice to meet you," said Leslie. She rested her shotgun on her shoulder and entered the stairwell. "Hi," she said to Michiko; so far the Japanese exchange student had said nothing.

Michiko bows
-Hello, my name is Michiko, and I'm an exchange student.

Donald headed on down, deciding to check the rooms on the way down just to be sure. Could be canned goods that they could scavage.

In Cabela's, on the top floor, in the stairwell-
The entire group descended to the landing below.

"Where are you going?" asked Lucy when Donald headed for the door leading to the top floor. "The building could collapse, remember, and the upper floors are probably more vulnerable. Besides, the whole place was gutted by the fire, and I think we've found everything there is to find."

"This floor has - had all of the executive offices," said Leslie. "It's where I worked, and why I was able to get to the roof quickly. It's pretty big. All of the floors are. Even if it were safe, are you sure there's time to go poking around? It'll be dark in a few hours, and we should get somewhere safe before then."

Jerry says:
-Does our device work here? It won't be nice if we had tyo figth here against the zombies...

In Cabela's, on the top floor, in the stairwell-
"Device?" asked Leslie.

"Yeah, the scientists made a couple of EMP generators," said Lucy. "They left one in Omaha to protect the city, and we've got the other in the bus. It makes the dead stay dead. Don't worry, Jerry, they said it has a range of at least a mile, and building walls won't stop its effects."

In Cabela's, on the top floor, in the stairwell-
Donald thought better of wandering off and exploring the top floor, and he returned to the stairwell and went back down to ground level with the others. They passed through the ground floor, exited to the parking lot, and once again boarded the school bus.

On the road-
The entire group boarded the armored school bus. Principal Adler smiled at the new arrival. "I see you've found a survivor," he said. "I'm Principal Larry Adler of Brooks High School in Omaha, ma'am."

"Leslie Stevens, administrative assistant at Cabela's," she said, "if that means anything any more."

"We're on our way to Warren Air Force Base. Anything else left to do here, or shall we hit the road?"

OOC,I had to NPC [b]Donald[/b] in the absence of his player.

-No, it's better that we resume the voyage- says Jerry.


Michiko looks at the new member of the group with curiosity.

On the road-
Becky started driving the bus down the road to the west.

Leslie smiled at Michiko, noticing her interest in her. "You must be a long way from home," she said.