It's cold.You look up and allow snowflakes to pepper your face, soft but inhospitable. You breathe into your hands, with hope that you may recieve some warmth. To no avail, you decide instead to tuck your hands between yourbiceps and rib cage, hugging yourself. You tuck your head in and raise your shoulders. It's a damn cold day.Your feet crunch on the sleet blanket as you enter your apartment complex. Squeak squeak squeak Your snow-wet soles sing aganist the floor. You've always felt a little self-conscious about that. I mean walk in to silence with your squeaking shoes and noise makes you the subject of attention. But luckily, no one's around this time of day. Probably making good use of their lives.Now's probably a good time to say: you live alone, you dont go to school, you have a dead-end job, and your parents died years back. Fortunately, they left you with a hefty allowance. So you decided, having no goals, ambitions, and a lost soul, to rent a little apartment somewhere that may as well be nowhere and kinda become a NEET for a while. That is, until you realized you were running low on funds and it may be prudent to start having an income so as to not shrivel and die from starvation. All in a life's work, yeah?Not to mention your name is shit. What is it again?
>>439957First name, Robert. Middle name, Susan.Always hoped people would use a half-decent nickname, like 'Bob' or 'Rob'. But no, it was always 'Susan'.Thanks, mom. Thanks, dad.
>>439967Kylar Williams. Sounds pretty douchey. Always hated it
>>439967>>439988Someone want to break the 1:1 ratio or...?
>>439967I'll go with this.
>>440039ID may have changed because I'm on my phone, but I'm the Kylar guy. I'll switch to get things moving
>>439967>>439988>>440058>>440076Oh riiiiiight, Robert Susan. That IS a shit name. Always hoped that people would spare me the shame and call me Robert, or a half-decent nickname like Rob. But no. No they didnt. It was always Susan.Thanks, mom. Thanks, dad.Maybe I'll get a gender change just for the two of you.The elevator doors open and you step in. Don't worry, there's no elevator music.You come out on the 6th floor and walk to your door. You rummage through the pockets of your jacket, your fingers still numb with the unforgiving cold. You find them, drop them (fucking shit), pick them up and shove them into the lock. You kick open the door and throw your bag of cup noodles and chips onto the floor near the sofa chair, the only chair you own. You take off your shoes and flip open the TV."Now reporting from Channel-5 News, we have alarming news that there's been an outburst of violence down at <input highly populated landmark or street that no one really cares about or will remember when its gone>. Witnesses report that a people are beginning to attack each other, in an almost bestial manner. There's reported to be heavy casualties and now enforcement officers storm the scene. We now go to Jamie Allison for the details.""Reporting from Channel-5 News, we take to you a odd and rather frightening occurence today down here at <input same highly populated landmark or street that no one really cares about or will remember when its gone>.""Yes, Jamie, they already know that. Kindly move on with the news.""Shut up, Bill. You can't tell me what to do. Witnesses report that what began as a random assualt on another person, is now escalating into a mob of violence between seemingly random civilians that had been in the site of the incident. As you see now, behind me, law enforcement officers attempt to pacify the mob-goers while protecting nearby pedestrians who now-OOF- who now are in a frenzied rush to escape. From what we see now, officers are succ- oh god! It seems that the mob-goers are attacking the officers!"BANG BANG"Officer are be-"Pause."It looks like we've lost connection with Jamie for the moment. I apologize, we will return to you with up-to-the minute news as soon as we re-establish connection."\You see? This is one reason why you were a NEET. Too much shit, not enough time.Turning off the TV, you throw your coat onto the chair and walk to the bathroom to run some warm water under your heat-deprived fingers. Oh god that feels good.You look to the mirror. How do we look? How old are we?
About 25, but the baby fat we carry makes us look about 18. Not a whole lot, but enough to make running a pain in the ass.
>>440078No income and a shitty lifestyle make us thin as a stick and somewhat malnourished.We're 20, but look like we've got a few years on top of that.
>>440086I'll just switch my vote to >>440083 so we can move things along, shall I?
>>440127I could always combine the two, if you guys prefer
>>440138Seems pretty incompatible to me. One has us looking younger than we actually are, the other has us looking older.Still, I have no objections, if you feel you can.
>>440083>>440086>>440127>>440138>>440148You look like a freaking chipmunk.Normally you would classify yourself as skinny, undernourished from your exclusive diet of chips, cup noodles, and tap water. But then there's your face. How does this even happen? Does your body fat have some magnetic attraction to your cheeks? You're 20 year old, for god's sake. But you look like a deranged 18 year old who stores his food in the hollows of his cheeks.You sigh, turning off the water. You pull up your sleeves and flex. Error 404: Muscles could not be found.You dry your hands and walk out of the bathroom. You fish your bag of chips out of the plastic bag and plop onto your chair. You pop the bag opened with practiced poise and flip back on the TV."Welcome back, Jamie.""Thank you Bill, you altruistic piece of trash. Civilians are beginning to attack one another with intent to kill. Much to shock, many officers have fallen and others have joined in themselves in what has escalated into a full-blown riot. We urge you to find immediate shelter and lock all doors. The crew and I are now leaving ourselves." The reporter shouts over scream and shouts of the background."Thank you, Jamie. Always faithful to the job. Like a dog! Loud, and annoying, and needing of a leash! On another note, a witness has sent up and close footage on the situation. However, we must warn you that it is very graphic material."The screen shift to a shaky video. You see people, normal-looking people, viciously attacking others. Monsters now. Roaring, groaning, and ripping flesh from bone. You flinch as one woman ravenously chomps down on a man's throat, leaving the sound of wet gurgling in wake.You think now its safe to assume you've just landed shit-middle into a budding zombie apocalypse. Thats nice. Just fucking peachy. The screen shifts back to the anchor.Another pause. His expression is grim now."We'll give you up to the minute coverage on the situation, stick with Channel-5 News for more."Well shit. What you do now?
>>440230Take quick stock of our important possessions. Grab a weapon.We're soon going to need to run out to steal food, water and dry-cell batteries.
>>440230>>440237this, but first were cold and miserable right? quick hot shower before we lose that luxury?
>>440237Supporting.>>440256Hot water won't disappear overnight. Food might
>>440230Do we have friends? Enter montage mode, suit up in something appropriate for the occasion and arm the fuck up with the best weapons and gear we have available even if it's all actually shit. Using a bunch of close up jump cuts of our weapons and gear, then focusing on our face as we say a dramatic, "start of a zombie apocalypse" one-liner
>>440262No friends. We were a NEET. Maybe we have a little laptop where we loose ourselves on 4chan, pornhub, and crap f2p rpgs. But we have good wifi if nothing else.
>>440256Leave the heater on when we leave so we can take one when we get back, if you want. It's not like the electricity bill is going to be a problem any more.Beating out the inevitable looters is far more important than comfort right now. Food and water are obvious, but electricity will also soon be at a premium, and batteries will eventually become almost as much of a valuable commodity as canned food, and perhaps more so than ammunition.>>440268When did we drop out of school? Do we have any noteworthy skills?
>>440274The skills to you guys. All I ask is make it minimalistic and realistic. Im going to say we dropped out in high school. 16 or 17 sounds like a ripe age.
>>440274>>440268>>440262>>440261>>440256>>440237Well you're not very interested in being eaten alive anytime soon. You can already hear the noise of shouts, yells, and screams outside. Not close, but not too far. So you do the obvious, get the important possessions, some things to survive, and get the hell out. But there's a problem, you dont own very much in the first place. Fortunately, however, you have almost enough to fit inside a single backpack! Yipee!You grab your passport, I.D., credit card, all that likely-to-be-useless-in-a-zombie-apocalypse crap. You throw your your cup noodles inside (hey, you already bought it) and throw in a roll of toilet paper. Toilet paper is always important. Unfortunately, you have nothing that could potentially be a weapon. You dont even cook so there goes the kitchenware. Okay! Time to split.You take off your coat to put on a black hoodie, then wearing the coat over that instead. You then get your ol' trusty pair of worn sneakers on, the only footwear you currently own. Throwing your bag over your shoulder like a boss, you go to turn the heater on. You're going to need a warm shower after you come back. And with that, you leave your humble abode.Ding.You get into the elevator and wait for the doors to start closing before you drammatically say:"Zombie apocalypse: start."Gosh you feel fucking awesome.You jog across the lobby and leap out onto the snow with a crunch.Now you're outside again.You sigh, your breathe causing a fog of frost that kisses your lips. The noise is louder out here and your body begins to tremble with excitement and anticipation. Better haul ass.Where to?
>>440314Actually name a place for this. Where do we go FIRST?
>>440325military surplus store? theyd literaly have almost eveything we could want
>>440314>>440325Any nearby stores likely to sell canned food, bottled water and batteries? Hopefully, we can grab an FM radio and some kind of weapon while we're at it.
>>440328this if there's one in town, we need to get some weapons that don't rely on our pitiful strength. bonus points if the owner is a retired badass with a big ole' beard.
>>440328If only those were a common sights in cities. I guess we could find that on the corner of Not Avenue and Here St. >>440333Name a store. That sounds like some multi-purpose thing like Walgreen and Walmart. But Im American. Not sure how many of you live in the U.S.
>>440342Are we in a town or city? Do towns have apartments? I dont even know. Where do we even live?
A city would be more fun. But a town seems like a nice start. Gives me a chance to set a more eerie mood.
>>440345>Name a store.I would but I'm not American.
>>440362I suspected as much. Name a store type then?
>>440369Scratch this, I have enough information. We dont actually need a store name, we'll just go ransack the local mart.
>>440345sorry, im canadian. theres a surplus store litteraly a few blocks away from my place....figured theyd be more common down there. *shrug*>>440369how about a camping/sporting goods store. itd be a close second. gear, clothing, tools, some supplies for wilderness/emergencies. firearms?
>>440390new hiking shoes....that DONT squeak...
>>440390Its fine. I apologize. I reread what I typed and it seem unneccesarily accusatory and sarcastic. Didnt mean it that way. But sporting goods stores are definitely existent in cities. >>440397You blessed genius.
>>440328>>440333>>440342You note that food is at a premium in zombie apocalypses. Bottles of water would be great idea as well. Maybe some batteries. You begin jogging towards the convenience store from where you came from only 20 or so minutes before. Only this time, you're intend to return with much more than a bag of chips and cup noodles. On your way, you see cars driving to and from, filled with families that you catch a glimpse of through tinted windows. Others run. You find yourself stopping a few times for a breather. You understand the urgency of this but your body rebels at physical exertion. And the noises grow louder.In time, all too long for your liking, you make it to the store. Its a small little establishment but you already spot people filing in to loot and sack. You already see two people on the floor, wrestling one another while goods lay litter on the floor around them. Best to ignore the violent ones.You walk into the automatic doors. And scan your surroundings. You been here more times and you can count but there're no weapons. But they have everything else you'll need right now. Food first. You dash into the appropriate aisle and unsling your bookbag onto your forearm. You brush canned foods into your bag as you quickly walk along the aisle. You pluck some batteries off shelves and throw in what's left of the water bottles into your bag. People don't bother you any more than you bother them. They're too intent on stealing themselves, and there's still enough to steal while avoiding conflict...but not for long. You slide back into your heavy strapped-sack, now bulging with the many items that fill it."Hey."You stop and turn. A man, eyes darting between you, his surroundings, and your backpack faces you. He's looks fairly average, "normal". If not for his manic expression."I-I saw you put some water into your bag. They were the last ones."How do we handle this?>Give him some bottles. We have about 7 bottles. 2 in the outside pockets. >No, these are a commodity now. We can pretend to hand it over and suckerpunch him or something>No, these are a commodity now. Walk away. He might not do anything, he's too nervous. Maybe threaten him for safety measures?>Write in
>>440455this early on, avoid conflict. maybe save life....in one motion, grab two bottles toss at his feet , while walking away , "your a clever one, youll go far". then book it when he bends over to get them.
>>440455>Stick a hand into your backpack and tell him that bottles aren't the only thing you've got in there, and ask if he really wants to risk it for a small amount of water, when he could be elsewhere, getting a container to fill from the tap before the utilities get cut offWhich we should also be doing, come to think of it.We also ought to grab at least a knife from somewhere so we don't have to go around making empty threats.
>>440484second the moition for scrounging for a large jerry can and a knife/hammer/crowbar...although that stuff would be easy to find in a sporting good store.
>>440484Roll 1d100 for intimidation
>>440474>>440484Which are we going with?
>>440496It would be better wait to see how the vote goes first before rolling.How would we be rolling, though? First roll only? Best of 3? Or perhaps some more complex system?
>>440484this all hinges on him having no weapon, or him not feeling physically superior...
>>440502Yeah, hoping you guys would come to that conclusion on your own to compensate for my mistake in submittion order. For this, its best of 3.
>>440508It hinges on him not wanting to be stabbed right at the start of a zombie apocalypse.Even winning the fight is meaningless if you come out worse at the end. All that water will be pointless if he's got a massive wound to take care of.Or so we'd like him to think.
Decide on one. You can a. give some bottles and hope the man doesnt get greedy or b. you can intimidate him.If anyone wants to add more potential actions, go ahead.
>>440523he already confronted us, he wouldn't do that without having some desire to do something about it. and a hand in a bag isnt very intimidating in a crisis situation if we had one wed be brandishing it.......i guess its more a question how dumb he is...ill go with any tie breaker here.
>>440533>>440523If we're going with Blue's, everyone roll. If we're going with Traitor's, someone please break the 1:1.
>>440533Or, you know, we look scrawny as fuck and like we'd be a pushover.You'd be surprised how intimidating reaching for an apparent concealed weapon can be. If he's remotely capable of thinking in the long-term, he'll be weighing the likelihood of getting stabbed or shot against the worth of our water.Regardless I'm heading off now. Try not to get killed or turned into a zombie, and remember to steal a bicycle for when we inevitably need to leave our apartment.
>>440547We also look like a chipmunk. I will also take my leave. I'm scheduled for a my own commitments. I will be back in, say 4 to 5 hours.
>>440547>>440559cool beans guys, peace. good idea about the bike.
I vote for just giving him the 2 outside bottles, wish him luck and then leave. He's probably expecting some confrontation right now and some basic decency goes a long way to defusing situations like these. There are other places and ways to get water
Rolled 50 (1d100)I cast a vote for intimidation, prepare for a nasty roll
>>4409943 for giving him two bottles as opposed to the 2 who opted for intimidation.Daddy's back. Writing.
>>441378Did you pick that trip just so you can say that every time you come back?
>>441384Nope. It was a spur of the moment. Both of them.
>>440474>>440705>>440710You've never done well with confrontation. In fact, you've been almost completely secluded from face-to-face social communication for a few years now. 365 days. For each of those years.But you'd have to be autistic to ignore or fight this man. An animal is the most dangerous when backed to a corner. And this man seems to be at the ledge.In one swift motion, you pluck the two bottles from the net pockets that flank the side of your bag and toss them to his feet. His eyes dart down immediately and he bends to pick them up. You take that as your signal to book it, and so you do.You sprint away from the store, or whatever you can muster with your sub-par body and a tortoise-shell of a backpack. You look back once before making it back onto the sidewalk. The same man runs to a car with the two bottles of water and bags of other goods- which you assume are foodstuffs. A little girl greets him as he opens the door of the driver's seat.A father.(OP note: I swear this is an absolute coincidence to my trip. In fact, to a traditionalist, it would be absurd for me to have a child at my age.)Now for the survival gear. But the nearest sporting good's store is a good distance away, a distance you cant effectively cover in good time. Even more so with your bag, which you admit is quite heavy. The resistance of the straps dig into your shoulder and the sheer wieght of it all has already worn out your back.You look back once more. There are many cars. All you need to do is creep up to a single person...and incapacitate them long enough to drive off with their vehicle. Or you could find someone with a child...hold them hostage and ask for a car...or just directly ask for a ride? You see a bike on the back of one. Maybe you could take that.>Ask for a ride>Steal a car>Ask for the bike>Steal the bike>Write in____________Tired, hope this isnt shit. Im going to play some scheduled D&D with some friends and turn it. See you guys tommorrow?
>>441496>>Steal the bikecool story bro. hope your campaign is fun, what edition and characters etc?
>>441496>Write inGod dammit we haven't been a thief before and we won't be a thief now, not while all of these people are still humans. Soon enough we'll be able to scavenge what we need from the dead, dying, or undead.Just hoof it man, we need to work on our endurance anyways
>>441634Supporting this. We'll be a good guy like we always are in the 5-year-old videogames our laptop can play.
>>441756>>441634oh god, im gonna roll for hoofing it for some sort of gear but head back asap try and wait it out a few days, im assuming theres some sort of knife or something at homeas a NEET myself idk how our charecter doesnt already have camping supplies and shit thats all i do lol ;___;
>>442113We stopped being NEETs some tim ago. When we realized that we didnt want to die of starvation. Our parents' funds can only last so long. Mentioned it in the opening post.
>>441544>>441634>>441756>>442113No, you are better than that. A hero. That is what you always were in your treasured games and you're not going to stop now. They are humans, like you. They just want to survive. You refuse to throw away your humanity while humanity is still to be had. Nevertheless, your body is long overdue for the exercise it should have had in your post-teenage years. So you you hoof it. The sole of your shoes thud aganist the snow-cloaked pavement in dissonant strides. And in only minutes, sweat glazes your head and your body is slick with sweat, even in the chilling cold. But this willl be nothing when the hounds of Hell come to sieze your flesh in their greedy maws. So you ignore your screaming lungs and melting muscles. You find your rythym and begin alternating between walking and jogging; you make it to the store's lot by 40 minutes flat. Not bad for you, but not good for someone about to be plunged into a zombie apocalypse.You drop to your hands and knees, allowing yourself some much-needed rest as you give a quick lookover to the store. Beyond your heaving chest and attempts to secure some morsel of air for your lungs you can surmise that it is at peace, sectioned off from the rising hecticism. The large store stands erect beyond the black asphalt, absent of almost all cars. Two. That is all. You suppose most people have families and are more intent on securing food and water than arming themselves at the moment. But thats good for you. And you give yourself a silent fistpump as you begin to shuffle to the entrance. [1/2]
>>441544>>441634>>441756>>442113>>442819You try to ignore to foreboding sounds of the riot. You believe you may have ran towards it rather than away from it, coming here. You have very little time and something inside you tingles: thrill and anxiety. You squeeze your eyes shut, as if cutting your vision would wipe your mind.Eyes on the prizeClean, automatic double doors shy away as you approach and you come to a spectacular display of sporting goods, from footwear to, according to the signs, hunting rifles. Again, you dont see anyone. Employees must have decided to drop everything and leave as soon as they heard about the riot. You start with the shoes, or boots. These squeaking sneakers will be the death of you in a zombie apocalypse.You quickly find a pair of fitting boots: hard but flexible, and not squeaky. You drop your bag onto the floor and groan like your grandma did waking up that day everyone thought she died. She's actually is now, God bless her little, old soul. You switch your out old, worn sneaker for the boots before you, feeling out your toes. Good enoughYou leave 20 minutes later, without too much trouble and a lot of running around. You have switched to a new bag (discarding the cup noodles and toilet paper in the process), got hold of a small, foldable tent, pocketed a multi-tool and the most normal looking knife you could find, and got a new duffel bag for your new hunting rifle and as many boxes of .220 SWIFTs as you could fit. Of course, you also snatched a machete. You would rather have something larger and more threatening than a small knife to fall back on when the need arises. And a bike, knowing it would be almost impossible to jog back with all your scavenged supplies and equipment.You make a sharp left after leaving the door, moving as quick as you can, and look down the road, towards the riot. You see what you dread. In the horizon, you see the chaos: small figures of people running, the accompanying cries of the self-pitying prey. But you do not see the hunters. Not yet.>Hide>Start riding>Write in
>>441544The edition where you have no nerdy friends and have to teach your closest friends how to play when they dont have the minds to comprehend the beauty of complexity of a real, serious campaign so you have to settle for a sub-par laymen version.
See if we can helpAlso, .220 swift? That's a weird cartridge, dude. Why that one?
>>442821Hahahano. No confidence in our skill to do anything physical. RUN AWAAAAYY!
>>442854Honestly, I just searched up the "hunting rifle ammunition" and chose the one that sounded most to my liking. I like the number 2, Im cool with a 0, and Im also cool with "s" words. Plus, I dont think our imaginary post-NEET friend would know either way.
>>442821>write inHead to the library to read up and get some maps of the area (possibly sewer layouts) people can kill you for food, what you know not so much
>>442869>expandingget medical and botany books so we know some survival shit at least
>>442821>Start ridingIn the tv shows, they always go outside the cities, we'll do the same! Countryside, here we come...>>442869>Head to the libraryIt's the apocalypse and the neet heads to the library to look up answers? Why not just search the internet or look up the how-to-survive thread on some imageboard... it's not like utilities deactivate in an hour...
>>442881>search the internetgood point and we can print out the maps if need be
>>442869>>442872>>442881>>442887Dude, we have a shitload of stuff on us right now. As much as I love books, our undernourished, post-NEET body would fail us before long.
>>442908can we get an inventory real quick?
>>442967Pockets Knife Multi-toolHand MacheteDuffel bag Hunting rifle[A shitload] .220 SWIFTsCamping bag Water Bottle Those cylinders cans of foodThrew away our old backpack with the cup noodles and toilet paper. We also have some nice, non-squeaky boots on.
>>442992well lets get the fuck back home and hunkerdown before shit really hits the fan, we can wait it out a bit take our shower and do neet shit until the power and water fails then go ftom there we gotta wait for the herd to thin out so we dont die in the chaos lie everyone else
>>443006This, also when we take our shower lets fill up every bottle an bowl we have with water for later in case the water fails really quick.>Do we have a tub?
>>442872>>442881We have some good wifi, boys>>442887Have a cookie>>443006NEET shit is fun>>443011Thats...hardcore but very logical. Noice. No tub. No shower. We have a shower tub.
It just occured to me...we shouldve picked up a first-aid kit.
>>443013Look around and see if we can plug up the drain somehow and store more water in the shower tub when we're done.
>>443029don't forget to clean out the tub
>>442992hey man could we alter the story so our character had grabbed a .308 Win chambered rifle with some rounds?that .220 wont due much good for hunting large game and i feel that a NEET would not be accurate with a gun, so he would need some stopping power.
>>443091.220 will be fine. It'll put down a deer with no problem, and if we can't hit it anyway, a larger heavier caliber won't help
>>443091.220 is not .22, it's a good sized round.
>>443091>>443095>>443100I chose it because of the range. And zombies still have the stature of humans. Humans tend to be less...vitalitous than elks.
>>443091Either way, they'll both die when you shoot them in the head.
>>442869>>442872>>442881>>442887>>442869>>442872>>442887There's only only thing to do when you see a mob of people far in the horizon with zombies on their metaphorical tail. You run. But you have a bike so no more running today. You get on your bike, propping your duffel bag and machete on the handle bars, and hammer it home, the snow just merciful enough for good traction. And with the singing cacaphony of an impending death too close behind, you allow yourself no leniency with speed. Adreneline and fear coax your legs, lungs, and blood, and you make it home before you're fully concious of how painfully fatigued you are, or how many close calls you had with speeding cars on the road. You drop all you bags and equipment onto the floor of your modest studio apartment, the bits of clinging snow melting into small puddles. You move immediatly towards the window, and before you are fully conscious of what you are doing, you have your head out. Snowflakes land on your head in a graceful descent and your breath curls in a lazy mist. You're sweatier than you have ever remembered being in your 20 year of life but you're nose and ears are tinted pink from the cold. And you take a moment to listen.You listen for how long you have until life as you know it is shattered and reconstructed into a very real nightmare from millions of jagged, broken pieces. And you listen as the cries of the living, cries of fear, panic, self-pity, pain, and loss blend into a morbid and terrifying harmony with the mourning moans and hungry snarls of the shambling dead. And for a while, you continue to just listen.You pull yourself away when it becomes to much. You're going to need to preserve water first, you think. So you take a warm shower, scrubbing both yourself and the tub as best as you can. Once you're done, you step out and dry yourself, putting on fresh clothes and cleaning the foot of the tub once more. You then turn on the warm water to the highest setting possible and wait for it to fill before turning it to a close.You are in need of rest but your tasks are not done just yet. Some dude named Bacon once said that knowledge itself in power.So knowledge you will accquire. People kill for food when there is not enough. But they do not kill for information, not always. Make yourself useful to both yourself and others and you will gaurantee yourself some protection on both fronts. Or at least with the living.You guys wanted maps and medical knowledge, yes? Choose one. You roll 1d50s for all, no matter what you choose. The ratio of rolls that clear the DC to those that do not determine the success.>Medcial knowledge (DC 35)>Maps (DC 20)>Write in (I'll determine the DC)
>>443122May have caused confusion with the words I used when describing how the rolling works. For any choice you choose, you will need to roll 1d50. Everyone that wants to roll can roll. The ratio of rolls that clear the designated DC to those that do not determine the success. A maximum of 3 will be taken into consideration.
>>443127Fudged it again. First 3 rolls. 5 if there are enough people. If you clear the DC, thats great.
Rolled 10 (1d50)Medical knowledge. We can find maps. Stumbling across medical textbooks is less likely
Rolled 24 (1d50)Medical Knowledge
Gonna give a third roll to get things moving. Just ignore it if that isn't kosher
Rolled 8 (1d50)>>443204Fucking A
Rolled 48 (1d50)>>443122rolling for maps so we can gtfo or live in shadows either way idc
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>443122Where are we looking? We still have internet access and a printer, right? Start googling the survival manuals and get the SERE handbook, look for stuff on how to make water safe to drink, how to start a fire, basic human shit that you never do in a city.
Rolled 25 (1d50)>>443220ayyyeeeee >rolling for meds now if we can roll twice if not tAKEthe better one
>>443133>>443137>>443207>>443224Dice gods dont seem to support the world of medicine.>>4432211d50s. Not 1d100s.
Rolled 11 (1d50)>>443225dice+1d50
>>443227The dice gods really hate you guys, huh?
>>443133>>443137>>4432073 for medicine>>443220>>443221Maps/survivalIm going to write for the attempt at educating ourselves in medicine
>>443133>>443137>>443207>>443220>>443224>>443227Medical knowledge will not and is not so easily accquired, even more so in the days ahead. It will become a commodity. So you decide to scrunge what you can in hopes it well serve you well in the bleak future ahead. You glaze over common and rather useless facts like how many bo-holy shit, you have 206 bones. But that won't help you survive a zombie apocalypse, would it? Your research comes out to be relatively fruitess, besides increasing your trivia knowledge. And you are forced to stop when you can distinguish that the screams now come from a few blocks away.Time to brace for the impact. Time to survive.Any last preparations?
What's the general consensus are we hunkering down or bugging out?I vote hunker down.
>>443242board up and barricade everything, but run around the building first plan a few escape routes ect, we need to lie low during the initial chaos then be able to fucking fly when neededwhat floor and ho big is the building?
>>443242agreeing with >>443245>>443246hunker the fuck down and stay quiet, and maybe go around your building securing what doors you can, stairwells especially.
What's the post limit on /qst/? Im new at this.
>>443312800 or 72 hours. We've got time
>>443246>>440078>6th floorLets say the highest floor is the sixth floor. It offers more seclusion and coincides with our background of being a former-NEET. The building wouldnt be too big. We didnt want to blow off our late parents' money too quick. All we wanted at the time was to be cut off from the world and be happy in our own little pocket of space.
>>443246You have an idea for the escape routes? I believe all buildings are required by law to have fire escapes in NYC. So we can say we have a fire escape. We dont have much supplies to particulary make anything. But I suppose we can tape doors closed. Everyone knows to keep some duct tape around.
>>443341Though Im not saying we're in NYC.
For now we don't know who's left and in our building for better or worse, I say we knock on our neighbor's doors and see if we can get a hand prepping the place before the dead arrive.
>>443346This one sounds fun
>>443344escape through fire escapes probably a garage or back and side doors and sewers if we can swing itare we near woods or do you guys wanna go for city survival hard mode?
>>443346i can fuck with this, get away from out NEET ways and BE that hero we want to be when we play fallout 3 nd skyrim cuz we have had them on our laptops forevre
>>443376City survival mode for now
>>443376We're a pudgy, poorly muscled, NEET. We can't survive in the woods anon.
>>443402Hey, we're not pudgy. We're skinny with pudgy cheeks! And we could always tame the squirrels.
>>443245>>443246>>443252>>443346>>443376>>443377Hunkering down won't be much good if you have them outside your door. You need to barricade the building and your apartment. Leave or make an escape route or two open in case. But there's only so much you can do alone. As much as you'd prefer not to talk with anyone, you'll need help from the other residents of the building. You need to be a hero. You need to be DOVAHKIIN!You grab the duct tape, smooth your clothes, and march over your supplies and out the door. You walk several steps and come to a stop. The first door.
>>443376we are a city apartment dweller, let's not overestimate ourselves. Tripping over a root in the woods could be lethal to us, let alone trying to hunt for our food or survive the elements long term.
>>443418But-but we could be squirrel chieftan
>>443415This post is complete. Kinda tried to imply "how do we handle this?"
>>443415>Knock on the door, ask if anyone's home, if none, move on to the next and so forth until we've covered our hall.
>>443415this>>443427but also as you knock, assure them you're healthy, ask for help securing the building. People like it when someone has a plan in times of shit hitting the fan.
>>443427>>443440We're a veteran NEET with very limited live social communication. Wont be that simple. Roll 1d50.
Rolled 3 (1d50)>>443453We've seen little anime girls make plenty of friends, this can't be that hard.
>>443415fucking keked at dovahkiin >yell the fucking door down light a fire under theyre asses >were dovahkiin now
Rolled 46 (1d50)Rooooool
Rolled 47 (1d50)>>443460HHAHAAHAHAHAHAokay i have to go to work i say wee need to secure our hall at least like the very least building is optimal and escape routes are a must, ill be back later good luck boys
>>443453You lost your name
Rolled 9 (1d50)>>443472>>443473THE GODS ARE WITH US NOW
>>443473>>443472So did we just get the best of waifus?
>>443500I fucking kekked when I realized the connection. Thanks, man.
>>443460Unless if we're talking about Higurashi
>>443427>>443440>>443460>>443467>>443472>>443473>>443478You knock the door, hesitantly and weak. Nothing. Then you try again, harder this time, more firm. This time, you hear some shuffling...followed by silence again."E-excuse me. I'm perfectly healthy but I thought...uh...w-we should barricade the doors doors to the building...be...because they're close..."Silence.Alright you fucker, come out or I fus-ro-dah your door.More silence.This mo-You reach to knock harder this time, but at the first knock the door creeps away with an eerie creak. You still hear the faintest noise of movement inside.We still have our knife and multi-tool on us in case if you were wondering.What do you?
>>443542Shut the door. Move right the fuck along, no need to deal with this right now. Next door over. If something starts bashing its way through for our flesh, walk back over and give it a stab in the noggin while it tries to get through.
>>443542Yell allahu ackbar then run in. Not, just sneaky sneaky and try not to get frying panned
>>443551Agreed, we can handle this later when we need supplies.
>>443551Oh, and make sure the door latches.
>>443551>>443553>>443555>>443556Zombies arent here yet
>>443558We know that for certain?
Laughing so hard right now
>>443558That's right, I forgot, changing vote to go in, no need for stealth either, just go on in and announce our self so we don't get shot.>EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE?
>>443561The start site on the news was a distance away. We can hear the mob of running people coming and care driving and whatnot but they're still blocks away last time we checked. Doesnt gaurantee there isnt any danger inside though. The dead or the living, likewise.
>>443567We don't know much about it, how it spreads, or how reliable the news is, we know that it's causing society to break down around us and that's it. No need to walk in there right now. Shut the door. Move right the fuck along, no need to deal with this right now. Next door over. If something starts bashing its way through for our flesh, walk back over and give it a stab in the noggin while it tries to get through.
>>443542>come to the realization that we can't be such a faggot anymore if we want to survive go in and tell that fucker he better help or he's gonna be part of the defenses
>>443566>>443572>>443573Everyone roll 1d2.
Rolled 2 (1d2)
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>443588
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>443588Roger that
>>443595>>443603>>443605Holy shit>>443567>>443572>>443566You take deep breath and walk in."EXCUSE ME, I AM DOVAHKIIN. ARE YOU IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE?"You hear shuffling. Not shuffling of the feet per se...just shuffling. You swallow and walk deeper into the apartment when you see the source of noise.Suicide.You see a woman dangling from the noose of a hempen rope, a stool just under but knocked down. Her eyes are rolled back and bulge like onions while her feeble attempts at breathing cause feeble, inward croaks. Her face is already discolored and she grabs at the noose around her neck. But her legs only dangle. Inanimate. She has already given up.
>>443615>>443595>>443603>>443605The 2s determined the gender
>>443615If she looks like she wants down, give her the stool back I guess.If not, her call, send her out the window when she's done and we can take her McGubbins.
>>443615Let her go, she wants out. Go shut the door, wait for her to die, then cut her down and sit on her back. Get some practice putting a knife into a skull, I doubt we've ever done something like this and combat isn't a great time for firsts.
>>443641this but also cut some chunks of flesh for baiting zombs
>>443641>>443668We're a NEET not a serial killer
>>443671There's a novel that's titled "Zombie". It explores the mind of a serial killer.
>>443622>>443641>>443668Trying to get you guys a friend. But no. /qst/ anons are too hardcore.
>>443671She's made her choice. And a hero needs to be good at killing. >>443675Go to literally any other door on this floor. Look for someone more useful than a girl who made the rope her first choice.
>>443677Stabbing a dead body in the face doesn't help get good at killing, it just means you're psychotic.
Attempt to save her
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>443708
>>443615Is she white?
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>443708Here's to saving the hopefully not dead weight.
>>443711>>443716This isnt for saving her. 3:2. Unless if someone wants to beat that 3 in 5 minutes.>>443622>>443641>>443668^ dont save>>443697>>443716^ dont save
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>443708Roll
>>443725Crap, sorry, the 2nd set>>443697>>443716is for saving her
>>443725Well I said save her if she looks like she's trying to get down, so a conditional save.
>>443730She hung herself. Her legs are limp. Which means she's either terrible at multi-part control or wants this. Of course you could always do a persuasion check after you free her to convince her otherwise.
I'll ask once more, stop her from killing herself or let her die?
>>443738Save da gurl
>>443738Looks like I win, yah
>>443738I'm not feeling very hot but save her I guess. If she's not useful we can always kill her later, but you can't bring a dead body back to life.
>>443738Let her go.
>>443753My dude uses Emperor Nero to convey his choice. Not the best role model, man.
>>443738I guess the generically heroic and community-oriented option is to save her, plus we'll get to touch a girl.
>>443758Hush, incest is wincest
>>443766Its not only that but you're just proving my point by racking up my points.>>443764I wanted to save her at first. If she wants to go back to killing herself afterwards, thats cool. Her life. But after all you anons and your choice and the fact that I already finished writing the "let her die" route Im just confused right now.
>>443775You could just say we hesitated for too long and she's dead already then. Sorry for making you mad.
>>443775Oopsies, meant to use /spoiler.>>443782Im not mad. I honestly am just confused. I have to switch moods when I write. And the two are significantly different.
>>443790You can go with whatever, you just asked again too many times and I flip flopped in my head, sorry OP.
>>443738*sigh* fine dad!!! cut her down. (had to be the dovakin)
>>443790also, sorry for being gone. back at the store i would have suggested a first aid pouch and a crowbar. thoses things get really useful getting in and out of stuff.
Im really not mad. I just want a consensus. Im also a tad bit confused, mood-wise.
>>443809Save. She might be good for something, and we can kill her later if not.
You grimace.If she's already given up then there's nothing you can do about it. It's her life. Her choice.But you can't let someone die right in front of you. You've never felt suicidal before but you've heard that most survivors just want people to ask them what's wrong. To tell them not take their own life. Of course, in this circumstance where the dead are rising and everyone alive and in the city is in for a shitstorm this may not apply. But there aren't any do-overs in life. If you die, you stay dead. She can hang herself again if she doesn't approve of what you're about to do.You grab the stool from under her and try to place it under her feet but she kicks you square in the face, which you're fairly certain was done on purpose. So you snatch up the stool and place it a feet or so behind her. You climb on yourself and remove your knife from the back pocket of your jeans. You take only a few seconds to saw off the rope and she falls to the floor on her knees and hands in a coughing fit.Aaaand you just stand there for a while until she eases down."What the hell?" She asks, almost a whisper. Her throat must be damaged from her...attempt.the let-her-die route was written better and was cooler in the short-term
Sorry, I unintentionally ignored you>>443667Because 3 people bugged out when an unlocked door creaked open when the mob didnt reach our block yet.>>443712I dont know, man. Is that your preference?
>>443820"I could ask you the very same question. What the hell?"
>>443820Yeah sorry, my name's Robert. How are you feeling?
>>443842>>443826i dont know if its up for choice?
Everyone roll a 1d50>>443852Doesnt matter so much to me. @img I see arthiritis and severe hunched back in the foreseeable future>>443820>>443841>>443849Everyone roll 1d50
Rolled 49 (1d50)>>443866
Rolled 43 (1d50)>>443866Roool
>>443866So what have the last two 1d50 rolls been fore?
Rolled 20 (1d50)>>443882>>443885the bar is set pretty high, rollin' anyway
>>443891Scratching the last 1d2s because you guys decided to stop her from killing herself instead
Someone give me a description of our new slighty messed up buddy.
>>443925Jew fro, jew nose, red hair, freckles, poorly endowed, skinny like a stick
>>443931Laughed harder than I should have for some reason
>>443931>>443941We're agreeing on a fro, I see. Anyone want to further the consensus or should I just move on?
>>443960No black, but curly froh okay
>>443970Yes, we know you want white, buddy
>>443989How poor endowed are we talking aboot
>afroUnless she's Bob Ross, no.
>>444000Like little bitty rocket nipples poorly
>>444000Ask Deficus. If we're going not well-endowed, I would like at least something pert. That thing where they have some flesh and it just hangs there is wierd.>>444004Not that kind of fro. Im imagining a fro thats just curly hair cut short, but with more "tenacity"
>>444006I think you want a loli yea damn pedo. I say it's up to QM
>>444019Naw, just trying to make her horrid so we don't end up with a harem quest.
>>444009Something like this? I'm no hair/fro expert, so I don't think I get exactly what you mean.
>>444025I wouldn't worry too much about a NEET attracting a harem anyway.
so , white, curly short, average height and endowment. thin. there, movng on. #NotMyWaifu
>>444009I say we make 'em lopsided. One's kind of decent looking and average sized, the other looks deflated and a little smaller. Does it really matter though
>>444040>do breasts matterNot as much as the ass, but yes, they do.But honestly I don't want us to character gen NPCs, that should be OPs job.
>>444025This is why I asked for a 1d2. 2 for the double-x chromosomes and 1 for the single x chromosome. I didnt want to give the impression that I was forcing a love interest or harem.>>444026Pretty good. Accurate enough.>>443882>>443885>>443900Suprisingly, fierce eyes scowl at you from under a fro of red hair. She has the sharpest nose you've ever seen and light freckles that pepper both the bridge of her nose and beside it. She seems to be rather young but you cant discern if she is older or younger than you. But her almost lanky appearance and simple clothing make her appear older. She wears a long-sleeved tee and you wonder, briefly, if she's had a history of suicide attempts.Her eyes twitch. Even with her scowl, you know she wants to cry.Regardless, you know you're fairly inept at live social communication at this point but really? "What the hell?""I could ask you the very same question. What the hell?" "My life, not yours," she retorts."So go ahead and do it again. Once you die, you die. I just wanted to give you a 2nd chance if you needed one. Otherwise, help me barricade the building. They're coming."You pause. Then in your best German, Arnold Schwarzenegger-ish voice and say:"Come with me if you want to live."She just stares and on her face is painted a million words that all go along the lines of: "this guy is a retard."But she doesn't say anything. She only stands and gets her coat. "Lead the way."
>>444047Yes, asses > breasts. And sorry, I just have an aversion towards creating any semblance of a person. Like drawing a face or creating a character. If you guys want, I can take care of it from now.
>>444058me thinks you should google aversion.
>>444058If you don't want to describe a person, just grab an image, post and say "This is what they look like. Moving on."
>>444066nvm, am stupido
>>444066I mean what I said. I dont like to make life, per se. It bothers me a bit.>>444068Its not that I have a dead hamster for my imagination. But thank you.
>>444049>>444049At this point, we can go finish knocking on the doors on the floor and go straight away and start on the work. And yes, it does matter which is chosen. Time and what can be found or loss if we continue.
>>444049betterthanexpected.jpg>Ask if there's any furniture she doesn't mind donating to the cause, pile any hall furniture we can find in the stairs to this level.How many sets of stairs are there?
>>444049Can we destroy the first floor stairs?
>>444085There are 6 floors, one flight between each floor. Meaning its relatively steep, not so much that you would care but noticeably more. >>444090If you can give me a way how to. I have some ideas but Im the QM. And I wouldnt say "destroy".
>>444105We have a lobby.>>444090We also have an elevator
>>444105if wood and plaster and steel, an fireaxe and our crowbar/sledgehammer would be all but required. if heavy stonework and masonry then pneumatic tools may even be a thing. so , right now? no. good news is the typical front doors/apartment doors would be firedoors, thick and heavy. only a large number of zombies working over a period of time would truely break through. so all we need is some bookshelfs, sofas and steel/wood bars.
>>444122Yeah, but zombies are unlikely to use one of those I think.I guess we could try to barricade the lobby doors.
>>444122>>444129tell me our lobby dosnt have glass doors...
>>444122Were do we live? Like in the north or like Montana or even dindu land?
>>444049>"Come with me if you want to live."For now I say we focus on the stairs, block any access to the floors upstairs from the lobby. The main floor itself is going to take more than two people to secure quickly.
>>444135Uh...I thought most do...>>444125>>444129We have limited furniture. To maximize effectivity, choose one or choose a number of smaller, key pinch areas.>>444149'Murica
>>444160>>444085>>4441292/3 for sealing the stairs? Roll 1d50.
>>444160I support this action, we just need to deny access to the upper levels for now so we can keep them at bay and check out the rest of the building.
What part you hoser
Rolled 39 (1d50)>>444170You got it boss
>>444176We have enough furniture to effectively seal the door to the stairway from the base floor/lobby.
Rolled 12 (1d50)>>444170
Rolled 47 (1d50)>>444170>>444176hey! thats OUR word!
>>444169What part you hoser>>444186Mean what part of Eagleville
>>444248I dont even know, dude. Sorry for being an irresponsible QM. I just hoped that we could start in a city and build for there. Everything will look relatively similar after they take over anyway.
>>444274Sort of an irrelevant detail really, I don't mind being in a generic American city.
>>4442741 vote for Fargo,ND
>>444274from*>>444182>>444193>>444203"I want to clog up the first flight of stairs from the lobby up. You have any furniture you can donate?"Your words feel awkward in your mouth, even more so than earlier. Tumbling out as if purely by muscle memory.She sweeps an arms across the sight of the room. "A sofa, a table, two drawers, and a TV. I like them but if they'll keep me alive, then so be it. But I'm keeping the TV, need the news just in case, and a drawer for my clothing."You nod. Rational enough."Then lets get it out. I'll bring my own sofa and help you with your furniture."[1/2]
>>444182>>444193>>444203>>444280Several minutes later, you both have your furniture out. An entire sofa, a sofa chair, a drawer, and a table. You dont have much time left, if anything, you'll likely manage by the skin of your teeth. Both a horde of panicked people with nowhere to hide and a horde of living dead will be at your block in only a few minutes. Maybe 3. Maybe 2. The two of you work on pushing the furniture down the stairs, flight by flight. Each moment, brief pauses between flights, to right the furniture and line it with the vertical of the stairway. And each time the sounds grow louder, audible even in your desent down the tunnel-like passage. Finally, you arrive at the bottom. It's close now. Frantically, the two of you begin fixing the furniture to best obstruct the opening of the door. And it comes closer. The two of you shouts at one another, commenting on how this way wouldn't work or putting them that way would just fall. And closer. You push aganist legs and the flats of the furniture, making sure their secure in place. And then it hits.It comes like a tsunami.A chorus of noise and emotions. Madness screams in your ears; fear, anxiety, and panic slams into your skull and reverberates through the physical and mental realm of your existence. For minutes, the only thing that fills your head is the screams of too many to count, and too loud and too greedy to let you fill your head with anything else. You shut you eyes and tuck in your head, palms shoved aganist your ears and trying desperately to shut out the sound. But its too loud. And all you can do is sit there, huddled aganist the wall with a girl who tried to kill herself only moments before. And soon you begin to, in spite of yourself, distinguish between screams. Which are the ones being trampled? Which are the ones that are dieing? Which are the ones who see their loved ones dieing? Which are the ones being eaten alive? And which are the ones that will survive?And then there are the moans.A dirge for the living.And a hymn for their dead.You loose track of time. At some point, you think you hear banging. Maybe the lobby entrance? The 2nd double doors should be locked. And at another, a quote wanders into your mind. The last you studied in high school before dropping out at the start of your senior year. Macbeth“Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”How appropriate.[2/2]
>>444284get up them stairs. nothing to do here.
>>444304Agreed>Ask what's her-face for her name, give her ours, see if we have any other neighbors on the floor.Are these zombies the terrifying viral rape zombies that sprint, or the lumbering derpy kind that decay?
>>44431628 days later, or walking dead?
>>444304>>444316Both. They kinda need time to decay, yeah? But rigor mortis still plays in the first 72 hours after a few hours post-death to allow the body to rigidize.But I was thinking of turning in today. Have to excercise in an hour and this seemed like a nice place to stop. Should I start a new thread or just continue on this one?
>>444329This one's still got plenty of juice left, thanks for hosting OP!
>>444333My pleasure. Thanks for playing, this was pretty fun.
>>444342peace, is fun.
>>444329Thanks for running, hopefully I'll be in time to participate next session
>>444342Giv us u name so some1 can archive because I don't know how
>>444415Deficus implied to continue on this? If we are continuing, I'll archive this myself tommorrow around this time. Unless if you guys think its a good idea to continue on a new thread.
>>444278>I live in FargoWhat sorcery is this
>>444454Nigga what u getting uppity about
>>444304>>444316Your eyes open to dim light. You groan. Your head hurts like hell and your ears are ringing. You feel terribly groggy and your body is sticky with dried sweat. You look around, wincing. You feel a terrible aching pain at the back of your head, your neck, and back.Furniture. Stairs. A redhead. What the hell? You groan and and attempt to get up but as soon as you move your body from the wall the pain multiplies. You give up trying to stand and opt for sitting forward. "Aaauuuuuh shit."You look to the redhead. She's sleeping. You must have fallen asleep as well. And then it hits you: the apocalypse. Shit shit shit.You silently curse youself. You wasted your time taking a freaking nap down in the stairwell when you could've been doing something productive. And what if something happened during your nap? What if they attacked? Shit.You nudge the woman. No response. You shake her this time and her eyes drag open with a groan of her own. "Aaaughoh crap. We survived?" she asks. You glance to the pile of furniture. "For now. We should get going..." you pause. What's her name again? "Sorry, I don't think I caught your name? Mine's Robert.""Madeleine," she responds, grunting with exertion as she gets up. You get up as well, having more control now. The two of climb the stairs in silence, your headaches and back pains as adequate company. "We should see if anyone else survived," you say, now at your floor."I don't think we should. We dont know what's going on yet. We fell asleep, right? We can come back later."Can't argue with that. Forewarned is forearmed.You nod and part ways. The first thing you do is wash your face. It seems water is still running. You sigh, slowly running your finger from your forehead and through your hair. You turn the knob shut and walk out, not bothering to dry yourself. Forewarned is forearmed, you repeat. You get the remote and- yeah, no electricity. Should've picked up a radio.You pick up your equipment that you dropped near the entrance earlier, now moving them to the far corner of the room. You chug a glass of water and leave, making sure to lock behind you. Zombies won't be the only ones you'll ahve to worry about before long.You have your black hoodie on with those new non-squeaky boots. You also have your knife in your back pocket, the handle partially concealed by the baggy hem of your hoodie. Your multi-tool is in your pocket.You go to knock on the other doors, but silence greets you more often than you like."Im perfectly healthy. I just want help. I was thinking we could work together."You wait and knock once more. And wait once more.If this is going to repeat at every door, the dead'll be here before I even get back into my apartment.Everyone roll 1d2
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>445426welcom back nig
>>445451Glad to be back, nig. And holy crap, do the dice gods think with their dicks? We're going to unintentionally build a harem here. Waiting for 2 more rolls.
>>445480gods always be thinking with their dicks man, look at zeus
>>445482Dang, youre right
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>445426
>>445451>>445499You move on and knock on almost all doors, finding one old lady, barely able to talk, answer one. You sometime hear faint noise beyond the doors you knock at. You make a mental note of which ones. It takes a while until you finally find someone who is both willing to answer your knocks and looks like they may actually be useful."Heeeeeeeey duuuuude," drawls the woman. She leans aganist her door in nonchalance.A woman with shoulder-length and almost-white blonde hair with light magneta highlights stands at the entrance. And immediately, a long-forgotten smell invades your nostrils. You can hear some grungy rock beyond the door. Alice in Chains? You think you've heard this before, beyond your treasured anime songs, of course."Whass'up?" You see the glint of a tongue-piercing as she speaks. Is she really-yeah, she's totally high. You silently facepalm yourself. Past her, you see two more people lounged on bean bag chairs, heads hung back. They all look older than you.Did they just drug themselves through the first wave of the apocalypse? What the shit is this? Is this entire floor filled with half-witted young adults and a single old lady? Is this a center for the incompetent?
>>445548god damnit mised out on stonerbro (me)well lets just fill this lady in on what we are doing, "just taking inventory of boddies nd their supplies if were gonna survive gotta do it together ect ect.... maaan then move on i vote we check the lobby see what damage has been done to our place and shit>get everyone to save water and food
>>445556She's totally high. So are the two behind her. Roll 1d50.
Rolled 1 (1d50)>>445562
Rolled 19 (1d50)>>445556You got it
Rolled 14 (1d50)>>445562
>>445556>>445569>>445613>>445643"Just taking inventory of people and supplies," you say. "There won't be any electricity or water...or food so I'm just here to telly you to save stuff.""Oookay," she drawls in response. Her eyes are glazed over and you doubt she's processing what you're saying. "Do you know what's going on?" You ask, looking over her shoulder. The two others are really not moving.
>>445670>Ask if we can check whether those two are alrightIf they're not they might be zombies soon and forewarned is forearmed as you said.
>>445670let's just leave
>>445548"Hi, I'm Robert. What's your name? Want to team up against the apocalypse?"
>>445758>>445773>>445785>>445758>>445773>>445785"Uh...I'm Robert. Your neighbhor. What's your name?" You're doubtful you could make actual conversatin with this woman. She seems to be out of it."It's Mallory, nice ta meet ya, Rubert." An easy grin forms on her face.Robert."Want to team up aganist the apocalypse?" "Sure, buddy. Jus' gimme some time to make a potato gun." It was worth a try. "Are you friends okay?" stopping her, you ask. You look towards the two bodies basically drapped over the bean bag chair."Huh? They're just sleeping...and I think I'm stoned." At this point, her eyes simply lay in your general direction, neither focusing on you nor on anything else in particular. "Excuse me." You walk past her and towards the two bodies. As you come closer, you see on a low, circular table in the middle of the bean bag chairs are small piles of white powder, like four, and white capsules. And a woman and man. But the one that catches your eyes is the woman. She seems suspiciously pale, and you notice the absence of a gentle rise and fall of the chest- a sign that someone is breathing. You reach your hand out to feel for her pulse when you hear footsteps and a voice call out."Heeey, women don't like it when yer too aggressive," she chuckles to herself. Lets just ignore the stoned bitch.You feel for her artery, just under the jaw, and begin counting. Ten seconds and not a single beat.Oh shit.A tired gurgle escapes the woman's lips. Her body convulses, her eyes peel back in a wet drag and her- its mouth opens, sucking in air as if suddenly rising from the depths of the ocean, greedy for air. Greedy for life.>Oh>Shit
30 minutes - 4 hours = Obvious, visible signs of death. Rape zombies.4 hours - 12 hours = Body begins to rigidize, rigor mortis sets in. Zombies may move like they have shit in their pants. Maybe some arthiritis as well.12+ hours = Rigor mortis, zombies move like they have arthiritis + severe constipation.After 72 = Flaccidity is regained but body is weak and significantly decomposed.
>>445822She nearly OD'ed and our greasy cheesy cheeto hands brought her back to life.
>>445822>This is a write-in thing>>445833Brought her back the wrong way. The cheese touch is cursed.
>>445822Get some distance and ready our rifle
>>445822Get out, now! Grab Mallory, wait for her to get unstoned and explain to her that her friends are dead. Back to our appartment.
Make stoner call out to friend. Allow time for response keeping in mind super stoned. If friend doesn't respond or responds inhumanly. Coup de gra before it eats someone/ makes a move to eat someone. Use the knife. Gunshot while horde outside is retarded
>>445869seconded, we are NOT ready for this fight, and we cant risk mallory going crazy on us WIth the zombie. lock door. get mallory, get madaliene to watch her, then get machete. its to cramp to effectivly use a rifle.
We can't even use the rifle. No idea why we have it. Doesn't work in medium or close range. We don't know as a character how to properly use it and not dislocate our shoulder. We aren't even sure if SusieQ is a good shot ... and the report off the damn thing telegraphs our position to every zamby and raider within at least 4 blocks.
The second friend isn't dead though, we'd be leaving him to be eaten alive passed out and turned into a second zombie to have to deal with, I vote we try to end this right now with the knife.
For everyone who wants to use a gun.>>445426Read the blue
>>445919Nah, just back out with stoner girl.
>>445919Ok then get our knife out and make some distance
>>445935>>445930I'll vote for this is we drag out the other stoner with us and tell her to follow.
Rolled 24 (1d50)>>445991It's really difficult for me to differentiate OP from other anons, trip please.
Rolled 39 (1d50)>>445991
>>446009You may call me daddy.
Rolled 10 (1d50)>>445991
I vote for using the knife to stab the soon to be zombie stoner through the bottom of the jaw into the head, like they do in the Walking Dead!Probably needs a roll though.
Rolled 32 (1d50)Haul that stoner Susie!
>>445869>>445878>>445880>>445904>>446009>>446010>>446015>>446020>>446020>>446046>>446049You quickly pull your hand away and try to take steps back. But your foot hits the leg of the table and you stumble, regaining your balance as the body brings its head forward. "Oh hey! Jen's awake!" calls Mallory.The creature swivels its head towards the noise: her. It lets out low growl and before you can understand what's happening, it lunges for Mallory. Your eyes widen and you have just enough time to tackle her to the ground, avoiding the creature by some miraculous whim of God. It sail over you and crashes into the wall just outside of the room. "Ouuch, you okay, Jen? I think you need a huuug," she slurs.You grab onto her arm and yank her out into the hallway, passing the creature as you make a sharp turn away and towards you apartment. It almost immediately recovers, as if it didn't just sail into a solid wall.Mallory laughs soft, but giddily as you rush through the hall. A door opens on the side. Madeleine peers out with an expression of irritance that quickly turns to confusion. She must have taken a look because of the noise. "Wha-", but you dont let here finish her sentence."Take her. Zombie behind. Later." You shoot in bursts, pushing Mallory into Madeleine as she turns to look behind you, the terrifying realization dawning on her. She takes Mallory and shuts the door just as she asks if she's being kidnapped.Yoou look back once more before continuing your tactical retreat when "Jenn" slams into you, smacking the back of your head aganist the wall. The impact rattles your brain and you falter for just a moment. But you regain control in time to hold the creature back from ripping into your face with either its voraciously snapping teeth or overeager hands. Adreneline fills your bloodstream and fear drowns your conciousness. You can no longer distingiush features nor recognize any details of the monstrosity, though only a centimeter or two from your nose. In an instinctual drive to survive, you lean back onto the wall and kick the creature away. You grab your knife from the back pocket of your jeans and ram it into the jaw of the creature as it lunges at you once more. But its neck bends your hand and the knife misses the brain. The blade stick awkwardly from under the jaw and out through the mouth, shredding into the upper lip.
>>446116Knife attempt failed. New action and roll 1d50.
Well, the Walking Dead lied to us about dealing with zombies!Maybe we can try to pull the knife out, push the zombie back and when it lunges back stab it through the eye? Preferably whilst yelling forMadeleine to get a weapon and help us out.
Also, roll, I hope.
Rolled 13 (1d50)>>446123>Try to pull out the knife and go through the eye
>>446116Keep hold of the knife handle to keep her from being able to bite. Push her off of us then stab again.
Rolled 32 (1d50)>>446123repositionknife, try for brain.
Rolled 44 (1d50)>>446145
Rolled 37 (1d50)>>446123Throw green jellybeans at the zombie, and tell her its soylent green. Zombies probably trippin balls and has munchies so it should work.
>>446137It failed because of the rolls you guys made. But yeah, ITS ALL PROPAGANDA.
>>446165It would work if we actually had jellybeans to throw.
Rolled 37 (1d50)>>446123Stab it till it's dead! Then go after the second guy left in Mallory's appartment.
>>446116Mallory will probably be quite mad when she's not high anymore... "No no, I didn't kill your friends, they were zombies! No, I'm not on drugs! Look out the window, the end is here, have sex with me, we have to prepare, food, water, weapons!"
>>446144>>446148>>446151>>446165>>446201>>446208It can no longer bite you, you think. But you also dont know if it's not willing to rip your throat out with its bare hands. You shove it away in panick and slam into it, pinning the creature to the wall if only for a second. You place your left hand below the chin and under the jaw, your pinky dangerously close to its mouth, and push as you struggle to pull. The knife loosens, the blade halfway visible and you jam in up once more, this time angled to the ceiling. You feel resistance but the knife cuts up and inside it's face, through flesh and cartidge until it finally goes limps. An angry groan dies in its throat and you release the handle as the wieght of the body bring it and itself to the ground.You step back, breathing hard and trembling. And you just stand there. The blur in your eyes subside after a minute and once more you can see details. The viscous blood. The loose flesh. The pale skin. The cold body. The knife that you plunged into the body before you. You feel a tap on your shoulder and jump in your skin. You turn to see Madeleine."You okay?""I'm alive."You reach down and pull out your knife. You brush past her and head toward's what you assume was Mallory's apartment. You need to check if the guy is alive. But when you enter you already see him up. >Write in
>>446232hello, i am the dovakin
>>446232"Are you alive?" We don't want to stab someone still living... If he doesn't answer, stab him, stab him again and again.
>>446232>Uhh hey, are you alright man?>If he's not a zombie try to check him for bites.
>>446232The whole appartment building is our kingdom now. We'll have to check all appartments floor by floor - and make sure the ground floor entrances are still shut.
>>446232Ask if he's alive, but keep the knife ready and take a stance to defend ourselves just in case.
Rolled 18 (1d50)>>446232close the door and get our fucking gun or something with some reach and come back>laptop died had to get a new charger now work good luck fuckers
First check if the living stoner is doing alright, then see how the downstairs barricade is holding up.The priority should then be to go door to door and check for people.
>>446243>>446252>>446254>>446256>>446269>>446270>>446276He's tall, taller than you. He has grown-out black hair that touch the top of his simple, black glasses and his face looks strong with youth but mature with age. His skin is a bronze type of brown and he has tattoos down along one forearm. You can't tell if he's alive or...otherwise. But running towards a living person, arms raised with a knife in hand, doesn't leave for the best impressions. You were a NEET for 2-3 years, not an anti-social dumbass."Hello, I am Dovahkiin."He turn to you, scowling."What?""Are you alive?""What do you think?" You pause"Are you stoned?""Are you a cop?""No, I am Dovahkiin." He pauses and looks at you for a while until he, presumably, decides you are neither a cop nor a threat."Whatever, man. Where's Mallory and Jenn?""Uh...are you bleeding anywhere?" you try to say as tentatively as possible, trying not to tick off the man.
>>446289you might want to sit down for this. *quickly call mallory and mad in*
I'll be back in an hour or two. Life is calling.
>>446289"You haven't watched the news lately? The end is here, zombies everywhere. And you're either healthy or infected. You're not bitten anywhere?"
>>446315u should be
>>446313>I'll be backkk, thanks for writing! Enjoying the neet's adventures so far!
>>446314Don't give him context, that's basically insuring he'll lie if he's been bitten.
>>446320Ah, true. Better to ask him first, if he's bitten...
Alright, I'll start writing now
>>446712>>446316kek I'm sorry. I dont want to listen to the calls.
>>446296>>446313>>446314"You're not bitten anywhere?" your carefully ask."What? Are you some nut? Mallory! Jenn! Where are you!?" You sigh. You can't tell him to come out with you, the body is still in the hallway outside. He'd probably try to strangle you before you got to explain what happened. And even then he'd think you're a psycho and try to strangle you anyway. But you can't just leave, can you? It's rude but it's better than the alternative. But he could follow you outside. And then see the body and strangle you anyway.While to attempt to consider the best approach, Madeleine enters the room, tugging along a stoned Mallory. Saved."Can you stop shouting? I think the friend you're looking for is this one," she says. Her face slightly unsettled, probably from the body."Mallory, where's Jenn?" he asks."She's outside, taking a nap, man." responds Mallory.He starts to walk over when you intercept him."What, dude?" He's starting to get impatient. He looks down, catching sight of your bloodied knife in hand. He steps back, eyes wide."Holy shit, dude. What did you do to Jenn?" His face is beginning to contort into a mask of fear and anger, the latter slowly gaining dominance."Madeleine, he doesn't know. Know of them do," you say, silently pleading for her help. Her mouth forms and "o" as her face turns to a grimace."Know what? That you're fucking murderers!? Killed one, holding the other one hostage!? Hey! Help! There are two murderers here!" he begins shouting."W-wait- it's not what- shit. You haven't heard what happened? The dead walking?" you stutter."Are you some fucking nut? What the shit?" "You haven't watched the news lately?" Madeleine asks speculatingly."What? No? What the fuck does this have anything to do with the fact that you're fucking psychotic murderers?" She face turns grave."The end is here. The dead walk everywhere. And you're either human or infected.""And you expect me to believe that bullshit?" "We do. Look out your window," she says. He squints his eyes in suspicion but does it anyway. Come to think of it, you havent seen outside after you woke up either. You walk towards him and he offers no protest. You stand beside him and before the window. His face is slack and he only says one word."Shit."And you see what he means. The snow is no longer white. The world is no longer the one you were born into. And the dead walk.
you three picked a hell of a time to get high....unfortunately, jen wasn't so lucky when the end came....ive barricaded the stairs....well leave you to greave
>>446728you faggots have any useful skills that dont involve getting high off your ass?
>>446756Yeah, this. Let's take Mel and search all of the apartments on this floor. Make sure that we're both armed with knives.It might also be worth putting on heavy jackets or something equivalent, that would give some resistance to bites / scratches.
Starting a new thread. I'll just name that one part II.
>>446830Just found this, really cool quest man.
>>446830Why? /qst/ has a 800 post cap, there's no need.
>>447415I heard it has a 72 hour limit, or 3 days. Sorry, I'm new at this.