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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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When the body is still she uses all her strength to remove the knife from its head. It's while she's cleaning it off in the nearby grass that she looks over to him.]
Thank you. For the warning.
[Clearly he wants gratitude. She doesn't mind sincerely giving it to him if it means that much. She repays him by giving him one in return. ]
Watch your right.
[She points with her knife and watches.]
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[ And he turns when she points, whapping another infected with the branch in an upward swing. It connects with its chin, its head snapping back, and it falls to one side. Peter finishes it off with another blow to its head. ]
And thanks, yourself. [ See, children? Manners. ]
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You can borrow it, if you'd like. A tree branch is innovative but not exactly the most practical choice of weapon.
[He's obviously the muscles around here. He can give it back to her once he's finished.]
I'll even hold the branch for you.
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Thanks, but I'm not super great with knives. That, and I'd prefer to keep my arms and hands away from these guys' chompers, you know?
[ He moves to the body she'd been hauling before they were so rudely interrupted. ]
Let's get these guys out of the way. The quicker we can find out what's behind these walls, the better.
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Do you think there's more bodies just like this waiting for us?
[She goes over and grabs hold of both of the legs, moving so she can drag it like a wheelbarrow. She feels bad doing this but there really isn't any other choice.]
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Maybe. Maybe not. I'm hopin' these walls were enough to keep these chompy f-- [ he was going to say fuckers but switches midstream ] --freaks out.
And anyway, I'd rather have some cement between us and the forest, you know?
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Yes, but after seeing the farmhouse, the tall trees are likely safer than the buildings.
[She turns to look back toward the trees. There's some safety in being up high, but they can't rest up there. How disappointing.]