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[Intro Log #01] Enjoy your new vacation home
| INTRO LOG #01 |
The Crash  You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash. You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable. Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go. With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry. [Mod Note: In case you missed the testdrive, this is your chance to play out your arrival or any other intro CR] Traversing the Forest  Hopefully you took the time to set up your small ear piece. Once inserted into the ear, the device will prompt you for your name. Once spoken, the device in your ear will be given its own address and all someone has to do is tap the button on their ear piece, speak "private to" then their friend's name, and it will open a private channel to the comm device coded with that name. Open radio signals can be sent by simply tapping the button and speaking. Once you reach the city gates, you will find a mass of corpses piled against the closed gates. These corpses will stir when they catch the scent of the survivors or hear their approach. You may want to take care of the dormant infected before they fully regain awareness. Or, you know, trip the closest person to you and run like hell. Maybe they'll be too distracted chewing on your former friend to follow... Once inside the city, you'll meet its only surviving occupant. He's a bit unique and a bit... well... he's unique. ⨷ TK Baha's Warm Welcome  ⨷[TALK] "Smells like livin' folk. Yer just lucky I got no munitions left." "Naw, ain't seen nothin' worth shootin' in a long time. Heehee! Ohhh-hoo boy, you lot've seen better days. Well, come on over here and git that gate shut before somethin' with an appetite thinks we're open for business." TK smiled and laughed again, beckoning the shipwrecked survivors to come closer. "Let's see. First things first, you lot gotta have somewhere to stay. Hotel's open an' prices 're cheaper than ever! Forgive the staff, they ain't too lively, though if you know what I mean. Heeheehee! You get it, right? 'cause they're all dead. Make yerselves at home. You're gonna be here a while." TK pulls out an old, worn, folded pamphlet and holds it out. There are plenty to go around. "This here's a tourist's guide ta everythin' ya need to know. Or, well, kinda some of it. Anyway, it's useful. Take it. The name's TK Baha and I been around these parts a while. Anything you need, you let me know, okay?" "You got a good set a' legs, right? See, I gotta ask you a favour. I ain't been keeping up with things. Gonna need you to find me a power cell for this here transceiver. Think I stashed the last one at the hotel reception desk. Or was it the minimart? The fuel station? Anyway, you get me that and I'll get this here piece of scrap workin' again." |
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He acknowledged Steve with a nod and a slight glance between the pair of leaders. He honestly hoped they approved of eachother or his life here would get very complicated.
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"Good," he said. He'd accept the assertion at face value for now. The man wasn't trying to buck Daryl's authority, either. That was good, too. Mostly because if Buck hadn't encountered walkers, then Steve hadn't either, so he didn't some military spokes-model (or whatever the whole 'Captain America' shtick was about) trying to take charge and making stupid decisions.
"Once we get to the city and get inside, we find a place to sleep for the night. Doesn't have to be pretty or comfortable. Just gotta be secure and one we can cover the windows easy. Don't know how many walkers are inside the walls. But the city's got more buildings and gives us better choices in shelter. In the morning we'll start looking for something permanent. Priorities are being defensible and easy access to water. That means fences or thick walls. We can look to turn one of the neighborhoods into Pleasantville once we got a place we can hold and make our own. That kind of pretty living takes time."
He lifted a hand to rub his thumb over his mouth before chewing at it a moment, "Any place we find, we set a watch on. Everyone takes turns. There's four of us grown, we can do it at two three hour shifts a day. The girl's sharp but she's too willing to run into danger. She ain't getting on watch duty until she learns what she needs to. But she will go on it once she does. I also expect an equal share of the house duties. We take turns on the washing, the cooking, and any cleaning that comes along after we take a place. That understood?"
Daryl was purposely saying this while Athena was out of hearing distance. Girl was already too eager to prove herself, he didn't need her knowing the goal posts.
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Steve nodded, agreeing with everything Daryl was saying, it's what Steve would have done as well. "Good, that's what I was going to suggest. Something high up would be ideal, that way we can see if anything is coming for us down below. Easily defendable. I can position my archer up top, he'll see anything that's coming. I can take first watch and second if it's needed. I don't need that much sleep and I can see better in the dark than probably anyone else here. First light we're probably also going to want to see who else has made it to the city. Start figuring out what's going on exactly." Daryl might see a pretty boy army spokes model, but Steve has seen more than most people could even fathom. He doesn't really take well to being given orders.
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