>>27763121
Oh my, forgot my trip.

Rolled 11

>We need to leave

>>27763121
>>Other
Are you alright Mariah?
We need to grab what we came in here for and leave as soon as possible.

>>27763240
>>27763351
I'll try and combine these

“We need to leave,” you say curtly.
“Are you okay? Rodger, there’s blood—” Mariah starts, but you interrupt her.
“I’m fine. You?”
She nods.

You head back into the darkness of the store, retrieve your backpack and the Ruger .22. You notice your hands are shaking. You try and wipe some of the blood off on your shirt, but it doesn’t seem to want to leave your hands. You feel sick.

Mariah has followed you back and has her flashlight on. Without saying anything she starts rummaging through some of the rubbish on the floor. You hear bullets rolling along the tile.

“We don’t have time for this.” Your voice nearly cracks, hopefully Mariah didn’t hear.
“These guns aren’t going to do us any good without ammo.” She sounds like she’s about to cry. She works diligently for a few more moments, collecting several single bullets in her hand from the floor before grabbing a small box and tossing them in.
“There’s some .38 and .22 in there,” She says offering you the box. Even in the dim light of her cell phone, you can see there are tears in her eyes.
You take the box from her, your eyes reluctantly scanning over your red hands.
“Special and long rifle right?” You say quietly.
“Yeah. Should be.”
“Let’s go.” You throw the box into your backpack and make you’re way to the front of the store.


Where are you going next?
>Back home.
>To the relief center to look for Dan and Brandie (Your respective SO’s)
>Grocery store
>Other

>>27763551
>>To the relief center to look for Dan and Brandie (Your respective SO’s)
I have a really bad feeling the relief center is a Luciferian ruse, but right now we don't have many other option.

>>27763621
This whole day has been a bad feeling.
Writing, but keeping an eye out for more responses.

Rolled 2

>Back home
I doubt showing up at the relief center drenched in blood is a good idea.

>>27763730
You should try advertising on the quest thread general.

>>>>27758831

>>27763734
Maybe some will wash off in the rain. It's still pouring outside.

>>27763750
I have the feeling this downpour is not going to stop anytime soon.

Why couldn't the end of the world be like the Ragnarok?

>>27763551
>Relief center
No reason to wait.

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>>27763769

everyone seems to think it's the rapture and I'm just sitting here like...

>>27763814
But your name is Patmos.
There are angels.
We encountered a fallen one.
There was a mark of the beast.
How could it NOT be the Rapture? It's not like it's not in Revelation.

Writing for relief center

Rolled 18

>>27763814
Waterworld?

>>27763881
Nailed it.

>>27763856
I'm just telling you whats happening. I don't know what's going on.

>>27763814
>the rapture
>Picture of waterworld
Damn you, now I want a waterworld quest.

>>27763814
Eh, there's elements of it, but honestly I don't think the bodies would have been left behind, for reasons of theology that I won't get into (simple version- Heaven isn't fluffy clouds with bodyless souls sitting on top playing harps)

>>27763918
If anyone remembers the Pendragon Adventures, I want a Waterworld to be like Cloral. Hydrotech everywhere.

Rolled 4

>>27763918
It might be, its been raining heavily for a while.

Back out in the rain, your clothes get soaked through all over again. A trail of red follows you as you make your way to the car. You’d rather be wet than covered in the horrible stuff. You take a moment to rinse yourself in the puddles.

The car starts and you take off towards Wick Park. There’s nothing but the roar of the rain while you drive. Mariah grabs your backpack and retrieves the little ammo box to begin counting the bullets. Eventually she finishes counting.
“12 of the .22, 8 of the .38 special,” she reports.
You nod silently.

You can’t get the images of what just happened out of your mind. You keep reliving how it felt as the blood washed over your hand. The way you could feel the meat rip against the blade of the knife. The car suddenly seems so tiny, like a cage. Mariah seems to notice and lays a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I wasn't there. I was scared,” She says softly. A tear rolls down her cheek.

You feel anger rising inside you at that. She was scared? SHE was scared? You grind your teeth behind a tight-lipped expression, but say nothing.

The park is close, but its so hard to see through the rain’s all-out assault on your windshield. You slow as you approach the surrounding street. There’s a number of cars parked in the middle of the street, so you can’t get too close. The park is full of trees with a central clubhouse and a few tennis courts on the opposite side. One of those big light-up signs that they use for construction reads ‘RELIEF CAMP.’

As you pull closer you can see people moving around in the park. There are a few large white tents set up, but what really catches your attention are all the bodies. There are dozens of them scattered around the park, some are piled by one of the white tents.

You could jump the curb and drive up closer to investigate, but otherwise the road is blocked.

>Get out of the car and head to the clubhouse (What do you take?)
>Jump the curb and drive up
>Leave now

>>27764255
I have an extremely bad feeling about this.
Is there actually anyone alive?

>>27764365
Its a pretty wooded area, but you can see people moving around between the tents

>>27764383
I believe we should leave and go back to the house. I am pretty sure its a deathtrap.

>>27764409
Ok, writing

Something is very wrong here. These bodies weren’t taken by whatever happened yesterday.

“We need to leave. Right now.” You can see Mariah having the same revelation and nodding her head. She puts her hand over her mouth as she starts to cry.
“Dan…”
“We don’t know that they were here, but we have to get the fuck outta here. This isn’t right.”

You hear a shot ring out. Then another. And another. You throw the car into reverse and start to back up as you hear a heavy THUNK up front. You turn the wheel hard and in the rain, the car fishtails. Mariah screams, but you right the car and take off down the first street you see. You hear dozens of shots being fired and see the cars and asphalt surrounding you taking hits. There’s another thud near the back of the car before the back window explodes into a thousand tiny pieces. Mariah shrieks. You can hear outside better with the window gone. You can hear shouting, gunfire, the sound of the bullets making contact with the brick buildings around you. You hear an engine.

A frantic glance in the rear view shows an SUV coming up behind you.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…” Mariah is curled into a ball in the passenger seat.

>Try and outrun them
>Get your revolver ready
>Comfort Mariah
>Other

>>27764702
>Try and outrun them
Also, ask Mariah to get the revolver ready.

>>27764831
Writing

Where did everyone go?

>>27764977
I am not sure. Kind of a 1 on 1 thing.

>>27764989
Nah not entirely, I'll throw my two cents in

Rolled 89

Don't mind me.

You pull the revolver out of your jacket and toss it to Mariah.
“Reload that and keep low.”

You take a sharp right and floor the gas. You swerve around the wrecked cars, deceased drivers still buckled into their seats. The SUV nearly loses control of its rear end, but corrects itself and launches forward. More gunshots rip through the roar of the rain.

Mariah clicks the cylinder into place and offers the gun back to you.

The SUV is gaining. You make another sharp turn to the left, bumping into a parked car. Metal screams as you press the gas. The SUV rounds the corner with more grace. You lost a lot of your lead. You hear another shot hit the back of the car.

>Return fire
>Have Mariah return fire
>Other

>>27765202
If Mariah knows how to shoot a gun
>Have Mariah return fire
We can't really shoot ourselves while driving.
If she can't shoot, we can try to
>Return fire

>>27763121
I thought this ended after the first time since we basically got killed.(And i don't remember op ever using the redo.)

>>27765261
What? We didn't die in the first thread. We refused the devil's offer, so we survived.

>>27765202
Have Mariah return fire, at this point accuracy is less important to making them back off, we probably should have grabbed more ammo from that store but it is a bit to late for that

>>27765261
You guys never got killed.

>>27765254
>>27765318
Writing

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>>27765329
>>27765295
Ah my bad, there was a quest with a similar name, and that had a premise that was similar to supernatural.

“Can you shoot?” You shout over the gunfire and rain.
“Yeah.” She looks terrified.
“Shoot!” You swerve hard to dodge a body in the road.
Three loud blasts ring out, you see the SUV lurch to the left behind you through the rearview mirror. Its tires slip and it smacks into a car with a loud bang. You watch as it nearly does a 180 in the street.
“Rodger!” Mariah cries out.
You look forward again, but too late. The left side of your hatchback smacks into the tail end of a pickup. Your airbag deploys. It feels like getting punched in the head. You feel the car spin and then come to a halt. Your head is spinning, your ears ringing.

Fuck, that was stupid.

Mariah shakes her head and looks at you.
“Okay?”
“Yeah, you?” She nods. “Out.” You grab your backpack and open the door. The SUV is backing up, trying to right itself in the road. You run around to Mariah’s side of the car and help her out. Your car looks totaled. The front left side is folded up like an accordion, what’s left of the grill dangles off the front.

You take a quick scan of the surrounding buildings and head for a nearby bookstore. The SUV roars in the distance as you run through the broken glass doors of the store.

There’s no power in the store, but the large skylight in the center lets in a small amount of pale gray light.

>Hide.
>Try and set up a hasty ambush (You have your knife and aluminum bat, Mariah has the revolver)
>Other

>>27765580
>>Try and set up a hasty ambush (You have your knife and aluminum bat, Mariah has the revolver)
Best bet right now is to take care of our pursuer.

>>27765511
I see. I didn't know if there had been something in the biblical vein done already. I wanted to do an apocalypse quest, but not be another zombie story. I think the Rapture is a little more interesting and has some cool room for interpretation.

Not as many players tonight, but that's cool as long as you guys are having fun. I'm a first time QM so hopefully my pacing is alright

>>27765639
Its seems good, i'm catching up right now so i might not make it to the thread.

>>27765580
>Try and set up a hasty ambush (You have your knife and aluminum bat, Mariah has the revolver)

Take cover behind some bookcases and wait it out, let mariah have the revolver and gear up with the bat and knife. Have Mariah set up deeper in the back of the store while we hide closer to the front, that way if they come in she can open fire and then we can come around behind them while they are focused elsewhere

You head to the back of the store as the SUV screeches to a stop outside. There’s a door to the backroom. Your wet shoes slide to a stop once you’re through the door. You pull out your bat and put your back against the wall.
“Reload that as fast as you can and get behind something. Shoot when I say.” You fling the rain water off your hands and get a good grip on the bat. There’s a crash out front. You take a deep breath in. You hear voices. Two…maybe three.

Mariah is crouched behind a waist high shelf of books. She nods at you and aims the gun at the door.

The men are moving through the building fast. That was reckless of them.

The first pushes through the door and is met with your bat smashing into his face. There’s a loud crack followed by the metal ‘ping’ of the bat. The man’s shotgun clatters to the floor as he falls backwards.
“Fuck!” Shouts a man behind the door. You lean back from the door and yell as loud as you can:
“SHOOT!”
Mariah empties the revolver with six blaring shots. Then she disappears behind the shelf.

>Go for speed, round the corner with the bat and swing at anything still moving
>Go for power, pick up the dropped shotgun, and be ready to blow away anything still alive outside.

>>27766006
>Go for power, pick up the dropped shotgun, and be ready to blow away anything still alive outside.

>>27766006
>Go for speed, round the corner with the bat and swing at anything still moving

Don't want to lose the element of surprise

>>27766006
>>Go for speed, round the corner with the bat and swing at anything still moving
Speed wins battles.

>>27766093
>>27766050
Speed. Writing (Fast hopefully)

Another deep breath as you tighten your grip. You plow through the door, bat raised and ready. You see the man you hit lying on the ground breathing raggedly. A second man is on the ground in a growing puddle of blood with a pair of holes in his chest and stomach. He’s desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Finally to your left, there’s a man pressed against the wall. He’s grasping at a wound by his waist and holding a hatchet. He looks to you with panicked eyes.

Your swing is fast and powerful. You feel the bat connect with the man’s head. You hit him right at his jaw line with a sickening crack. He falls over to the ground, leaving an arc of blood on the wall as he slides.

>Hide in the store, see if more come
>Leave the store. Try to find a working car
>Other

>>27766271
>>Hide in the store, see if more come
For an hour or so.
Search all the man for weapon, food or anything useful. After that, pray.

>>27766271
Quickly loot their weapons, then hide in the store.

>>27766271
Finish them off, take their weapons, leave.

>>27766291
>>27766301
Two for Hide.
Combine, I will.
>>27766301
Sorry dude.

You cross the hall to the other gutshot man. He looks up at you with spiteful eyes. You send the bat down on his head as hard as you can. His arms fall limply on the floor. The first guy you hit is sputtering through the blood that’s collecting in the crater that was once his face.
You pick up his shotgun and check his pockets. Two more shells. You go the next man. It looks like you might’ve broken his neck and his jaw when you hit him. He doesn’t have anything on him but the hatchet. Lastly, the man you just killed. There’s a pistol on the floor next to him. He’s got two empty magazines in his pocket.

You head back into the back room and check on Mariah. She’s on the ground in the fetal position sobbing uncontrollably. You kneel down and put your hand on her shoulder. She’s crying so hard that there’s no noise, just a silent look of anguish on her face.

You sit there in silence for a little while. You count out the ammo you collected from the dead men in the hallway: six 12 gauge shotgun shells and seven 9mm pistol rounds. You reload the weapons and take a seat next to the shelves with the shotgun pointed at the door. Mariah eventually stops crying. The man in the hallway eventually stops choking on his blood and dies. Then, there’s nothing but the roar of the rain on the roof.

You never thought this is how you would be. You remember watching The Walking Dead and World War Z and you always told yourself you’d be a good guy. You’d try to help people. And yet, here you sit on the second day of the new world with six deaths to your name.

Was the man back at Dicks right? Did we cause this? Is this really the end? God’s justice?

The Rapture.

You were never a religious man. You gave up on God after he took your Father with a heart attack. You prayed then for your Mom. But Not eve, but not even six months later her doctor told her she had pancreatic cancer. You prayed even harder then, begged even.

But it wasn’t enough. Less than a year later, she died.

You decided you didn’t need God the moment you saw the life fade from your mother’s eyes.

Mariah sits up and wipes the tears from her eyes. Her face is puffy and her eyes are red. She puts the revolver down next to you and clears her throat.
“Should…should we go?” She asks.
“Soon,” you reply, never taking your eyes off the swinging door.

Where are you going next?

>Home
>Back to the relief camp
>Another store
>Other

>>27766720
>comfort her
>hide

>>27766793
>>Another store
Visit surrounding stores for supplies.

>>27766793
Loot some other stores and then head back home, once at home we need to talk all this through with her, bottling these things up is a surefire way to crack at a later more important time.

>>27766822
>>27766901
Writing

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You stand and help Mariah to her feet. She carries the Ruger and revolver; you take the bat, shotgun, and pistol. There’s a small grocery store across the street. A lot of the roof is caved in but you’re able to get inside and pick out some canned fruit, beans, rice, and cooking oil. Mariah suggests grabbing some toilet paper. You don’t dare venture too far into the building, the roof looks pretty unstable. You grab a case of bottled water and a cart and pile everything in.

You need to find a working car.

>See if your Volkswagen will run
>Try the SUV your pursuers were in
>See if you can take a car from one of the deceased people. They’ll still have the keys in them, you don’t know how to hotwire a car.

>>27767152
Check the deceased peoples car first, I would hate to have someone recognize the SUV and have a reaction either way about it

>>27767152
>>See if you can take a car from one of the deceased people. They’ll still have the keys in them, you don’t know how to hotwire a car.

>>27767250
>>27767268
writing

You consider trying the SUV down the road, but you wouldn’t want someone to recognize. Better go with one from the… raptured? Taken? Whatever they were, you didn’t have a name for them and they didn’t have a use for their cars anymore.

You find a Sentra that’s in pretty good shape. You were hoping for something a little beefier, but most people seemed to have been moving when they died, which left most of the cars ruined. You gingerly remove the corpse from the front seat. She was just a girl; probably a student judging by the YSU hoodie. You lay her face up in the street, her pale eyes staring up into the sky. The car smells like her, which isn’t a good thing. Mariah hops in and you both agree to roll down the windows, even if it means you have to endure the rain blowing in your faces.

You head back for the house and luckily don’t run into anyone else. As the house comes into view your heart sinks. Parked haphazardly in the middle of the front yard is a white Civic.

Brandie is home.

>End of Chapter 3

Rolled 1, 74 = 75

tfw get here just as the thread ends. Good quest man, thanks for running.

>>27767546
Thanks for the run. Shame I didn't see it till the end. I will try to show up earlier next time.

>>>>27767794
>>27767856
Thanks for the interest guys. I'll probably be back again next week. Keep an eye on the Twitter.

>>27767546
Brandie is home.

Crap.

>>27767894
Thank you patmos

>>27767856
Same here, sorry that I was late.