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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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But a kid was here. A goddamn kid, and Dean couldn't help but want to impart some kind of comfort. Wisdom, maybe. Not that he was any good at it, but no kid should have to live through this, let alone live through it alone.
Even if now wasn't really the time, especially with the stirring undead, leaving Dean to freeze and immediately try to navigate the girl out of the way.
"How 'bout you finish that sentence once we find a way inside."
Dean, sadly, did not have a knife in his pack. He was underwhelmingly equipped for this at the moment which was only proving to be that much more annoying (on top of everything else.) But there had to be a way in that didn't involve going through the horde of zombies, and he was going to get this kid through it pronto, as climbing over the pile would undoubtedly not work the way he imagined it.
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"We need to find another way inside. If there's a hole in the wall somewhere, I could fit through it."
That wouldn't exactly help anyone else to have her be inside the city alone, but maybe if she was let in she could figure out a way to open the gates and get the bodies out of the way at the same time. It was optimistic she knew but everyone needed some blind optimism right about now. More than that, they needed to have a child around that wasn't going to be a burden. So she had to try and keep a calm head and figure out a way to be useful.
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Didn't change the fact that the plan? Still sucked. And yet he couldn't dwindle on it any longer, grumbling under his breath before he finally finalized the idea with a nod, starting to move along the wall.
"Best plan we're gonna come up with on the spot. You look, i'll watch them." Which was really just a fancy way of saying that he'd kick up a fuss if they decided they could start moving faster. Which was a very possible threat, all things considered.
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"You'll need this. Aim for their heads, it's the only way to put them down permanently."
She gave him a parting glance and a timid smile before setting off to look for a hole large enough to fit through. She was hoping to find one everyone could be able to climb through so that she didn't have to go in alone. The sound of rustling movement from the bodies around made her move slower than normal, like she'd be able to sneak around them if she walked on her tiptoes.
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"I got it, kid. You get yourself outta here."
Dean doesn't even stop to watch her go, instead focusing the brunt of his attention on the oncoming zombies. There's no reason to hurry the situation or encourage the undead to rush him and so he takes slow steps backwards, hoping that maybe they won't catch on. Like if they keep it all up at the same pace, they'll never even reach him. Which is... entirely unlikely but hey, a guy can dream. Especially since they're already dragging their feet that much faster and Dean can't deny the urge to start something, slowing to purposefully hold his ground.
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Abandoning that idea she took to trying to find a tall enough tree that she could reach the top of the wall and just jump over. The issue with this idea was that when she climbed up high enough, she could see the man who had her knife and was holding his ground against the oncoming undead.
"Be careful!" She shouted out to him. "Don't lose my knife, I need it back as soon as you've disposed of them!" This attracted the attention of some of the nearby zombies who gathered at the bottom of the tree. It looked like she was stuck up here for the time being.
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The girl's voice however broke through the shuffling of feet and Dean glanced around until he found her... waiting in a tree. Okay. That's unexpected, and potentially a hideous idea. What if she fell out? What was she doing anyway, trying to jump across? Did she have any experience with this - was Dean going to have to climb up there and get her out like a kitten?
This just got better and better.
"No you be careful!" Dean realized how shoddy of a response that was almost immediately and he groaned to himself, trying to remember how to sound like an actual adult. "Your knife's gonna be fine, you just watch yourself up there. Don't need you falling out and cracking your skull open."