Play@YSDC

Z-Day + 1 - 9:00 AM Central Time - Lincoln, Nebraska
In the bedroom-
Ennis lay sleeping in the small bedroom in the apartment above the abandoned shop in Lincoln, Nebraska. He still had no idea what was happening, but at least he was still alive. That was more than he could say for his uncle Liam. They had been driving into Lincoln yesterday morning when a ragged-looking man with red eyes lurched into the street in front of the car. Ennis had lost control of the Land Rover and crashed through a wall. Ennis had been unharmed thanks to his seat belt and airbag, but Liam hadn't buckled his belt and had been ejected from the vehicle. He had gotten out to check on him and was sure he had been killed, but that hadn't stopped Liam from getting back up and trying to chew his face off. Desperately, Ennis had drawn his pistol and started shooting. Two shots in the chest didn't even slow him down, but shooting him in the head did the trick. Then the man who had caused him to crash came up behind him through the hole he had made in the wall, and Ennis had had to kill him the same way.

That hadn't been the end of his problems, though. The sound of gunfire had attracted a crowd of hungry cannibals, and Ennis had been forced to flee after emptying his pistol into them. The streets were now full of them. Luckily, they moved very slowly and he was able to keep ahead of them. He forced his way into a nearby shop, which had been deserted. He boarded up the doors and ground floor windows, barricading them as best he could. He had stayed upstairs, keeping an eye out through the windows there. More and more of them roamed the streets, so all he could do was stay put and hope for rescue. He was down to his last magazine for the pistol, and the Dragunov and its ammo were still in the Land Rover up the street. He'd never be able to get them as long as the horde was out there, and even if he had had them, it still wouldn't be enough to take out all of them, not even close.

There hadn't been much food left in the apartment - just enough for dinner last night and breakfast for the next day. Ennis had settled down for the night, hoping that things would be different the next day. He had been plagued by nightmares, waking up more than once during the night. Now he had awakened in the morning, sunlight streaming in through the window. He couldn't be sure why he had awakened this time. A quick glance at his watch showed him that it was about 9:00.

OOC,[b]Ennis[/b], please roll Listen.

In the bedroom-
Ennis could hear a faint sound of something clawing at wood. It was coming from outside and below. It was this noise that had awakened him.

Ennis draws his pistol and starts to approach the door OOC:
Is the scratching coming from the bedroom door?

Yes, If there is a window on the side of the building that the sound is coming from I will go look and see what's making the noise.

In the bedroom-
Ennis looked out of the bedroom window. There were a number of those crazy cannibals in the street outside, wandering around, though fewer than there had been the day before. One of them was directly outside, clawing and scrabbling at the barricaded front door. He seemed possessed of immense strength. The barricade would probably hold for a little while, but it would eventually break.

OOC,[b]Ennis[/b], please roll Sanity for seeing them. Sanity loss is 0/1d10, so you lose no Sanity if you succeed but 1d10 if you fail. If you lose 5 or more Sanity points, you may go temporarily insane. In that case, you'll need to roll Idea. If you fail the Idea roll, you do not fully grasp what you are seeing and do not go insane, but you will go insane if you [i]succeed[/i] at the Idea roll. As long as you do not go insane, you may act freely.