>>1452048
>Valulish.

some notes, it's December 2016, thou art white and male, you are a normal human as of now, and here's the previous thread where we established our setting in Florida living near the Fort Lauderdale area.

>>1452098
>Tfw we caused a Red-Zone

i thought we we're him. What have we done.

>>1452098
I wonder why it didn't paste like I thought it did.
>>1445212

>>1452048
>Your name Name?
>name Name?
>repeated.

god damn it.

>>1452048
Jacob

I'm going with Jacob and filling in a last name.

"Jacob Marshal you better fucking answer your Cousin or I swear to god i'm going to feed you your ass through a straw!"

"Hi cuz."

"Errrgh!" she takes a deep breath. poor Nina. "the flight got delayed, I'll be down from Montana in a about ten hours from the looks of it, you'll pick me up from the airport, right?"

>"ok, see you in ten, right on the hour."
>". . . . . . . . . . ."
>"couldn't you have told me this five hours later?"
>write in:
(to establishing personality.)

>>1452193
>right..right I'll be there

>>1452193
>"couldn't you have told me this five hours later?"

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1
>right..right I'll be there
2
>"couldn't you have told me this five hours later?"

(sorry Anons I had to pick up some food.)

You sigh. "right..right I'll be there"

"You alright Jacob? You sound tired?"

". . .It's five in the morning."

"Oh shit, sorry."

You huff, wishing she would have called you later. "It's fine, I'll get you at three alright."

"Ok, thank you Jacob, buhbye!"

With that you collapse back in bed, but just can't fall back to sleep. Nine and a half damn hours. Well gotta do something. Or several something's.

>Powerlift? Powerlift. (Bonus to strength.)
>Time to surf the web for your daily dose of recent events. (Bonus to wisdom/knowledge)
>Maybe some aerobics and by aerobics you mean freerunning. (Agility.)
>Your new aux cable came. You've been meaning to see what you can mess with on your computer with it. (Int)
>You've been meaning to play your guitar, and write some lyrics for a tune you've had stuck in your head.(charisma)
>It's time for some cardio running. Time to get out that jogging gear! (Endurance.)

Pick how you want your stats lowest to highest.

>>1452476
Cardio but we hate it. It's a morning schedual

>>1452476
Lowest to highest:
>Wisdom
>Charisma
>Intelligence
>Endurance
>Agility
>Strength

Melee build best build

>>1452476
>Time to surf the web for your daily dose of recent events. (Bonus to wisdom/knowledge)
>Powerlift? Powerlift. (Bonus to strength.)
>You've been meaning to play your guitar, and write some lyrics for a tune you've had stuck in your head.(charisma)
>Maybe some aerobics and by aerobics you mean freerunning. (Agility.)
>It's time for some cardio running. Time to get out that jogging gear! (Endurance.)

High to low

Will either need one supporting vote or a third stat layout, at which point I will roll for it.

>>1452476
Supporting this >>1452524

>>1452476

>You've been meaning to play your guitar, and write some lyrics for a tune you've had stuck in your head.(charisma)

>Time to surf the web for your daily dose of recent events. (Bonus to wisdom/knowledge)

>Your new aux cable came. You've been meaning to see what you can mess with on your computer with it. (Int)

>It's time for some cardio running. Time to get out that jogging gear! (Endurance.)

>Maybe some aerobics and by aerobics you mean freerunning. (Agility.)

>Powerlift? Powerlift. (Bonus to strength.)

From highest to lowest

ok, interesting build.

you get up and decide to catch up on all that's happened in the last twenty-four hours. just like you do every day. the rest of the morning is spent doing various hobbies, taking care of the house, you eventually get the idea that maybe it would be a good idea to clean the place up before Nina has to show up.

it's about morning proper by now, eight thirty. you still have some time to kill.

>you have some excess ammo you won't need to stockpile now, thanks Donald. Range time! (starting items include a glock and some ammo.)
>sharpen your knife collection a bit. you think the edge on your EDC knife is getting a bit dull. (improved starting knife, from switchblade to Trench knife.)
>check the stocks, gotta be some changes and you need to protect those few investments you can afford. (more starting money, but might no be usable to later. much later.)
>you know, you cant seem to remember why, but you left your old thieves tools out here, oh right, you were having trouble with your great grand dads safe. better finish with that. (theres nothing in that safe but your taking those tools with you.)

>>1452524
using this one, already counted the votes.

>>1452721
>fiddle around some with those bits of electronics. You recently got a new motherboard and you want to abuse it like it owes you money. (Gain practical knowledge of electronics and how to fuck with them)

>>1452721
>thieving tools

>>1452721
>>you have some excess ammo you won't need to stockpile now, thanks Donald. Range time! (starting items include a glock and some ammo.)

>>1452721
>>you have some excess ammo you won't need to stockpile now, thanks Donald. Range time! (starting items include a glock and some ammo.)

>>1452721
What build are we using? I liked that Melee one but i was to late to vote.

>>1452796
pretty sure were using this one: >>1452524

>>1452796
see>>1452724
voting for starting item improvement ends in two minutes.

you head down to the local firing range and kill about three hours. you've managed to burn through almost 20 mags worth of ammo. leaving you about three left to carry with you. ah shit, you almost forgot, you were having too much fun trying to beat your record. Nina should be at the airport in the next hour, and it's a whole half away. you hop on your chopper and make way up the 27. it's a bit of a drive but surprisingly it's open. you actually make it to Okeelanta Airport in record time.

the next several items are spent waiting for your cousin, you figure now rather than before you left the house and range is a good time to check you inventory.
1 phone.
1 switchblade (low damage. very close range.)
3 pistol mags. (2 reloads, 4 'shots' per mag.)
1 glock 19. (low damage. 'ok' firerate. short range. very fast reload.)
2 granola bars
3 uses worth of first aid.
and a backpack to carry it all in. tucked neatly into the saddlebag of your all American chopper.

. . . ok, fifteen minutes, not much happening, you saw some military vehicle go by here. she's actually half an hour late, you can't believe she managed to keep you waiting out here by the termi- and your phone is ringin- and she's walking right to you with hers in her hand. you never understood why people fucking do this, just hurry up and get over here. you answer and hang up so she at least knows it's you.

"sorry I tried to get through as quickly as possible but you know how security is."

"it's gotten worse since the last terror attack."

"you know I have been seeing more of those in the news. first the night club, then that street shootout with the army, and to top it off that man with the bag of puppies and homemade cannon. the hell is happening is this Floridistan?"

". . . that last one is actually much more normal for us than the other two."

"is it?"

"Yes."

a short conversation later she puts her bags over her shoulder and then hops behind you. you tell your cousin to hold on tightly as you shoot the bike forwards and head onto the road. you decide to show her some of the streets and are on the 80 towards palm beach.

your cousin tugs at your sleave when you hit traffic and start to slow down. "Jacob. . . Jacob? . . Jacob!"

"huh? what is it!?"

"the highway is closed!"

"you decide it might be a good idea to get off."

roll me a 1d20-5

Rolled 13 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>1452940

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1452940
Rolling for fappin skillz

Rolled 1 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1452940

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>>1452987
oh thank you so god damn much! you've made my job immensely easier.

your cousin still insist on shouting as loudly as she can over the sounds of the street and your engine. "thank you so much for letting me stay with you for winter break!"

"yeah, not a problem Nin-" that is when you round the turn and see past the wall in the freeway, a mass beginning to creep up the side of a skyscraper. it's absolutely bizarre and reminds you of those pictures from inside NYZ from a few years back.

"oh my god! OhMyGod! Jacob!"

"I-I see it."

"No in front of you!"

"huh oh shi-!"

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Roll 1d20+1 to dodge.

Rolled 12 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1453038

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1453038

Rolled 7 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1453047
HEEEEERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAAAAAY

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1453047

Is it wrong for me to hope our new guy gets the PRIH strain?

>>1453082

No Francis, you can't save anyone

13, borderline failure.

the front of your bike takes little damage as twisted and horrifyingly deformed Pelicans crash beaks first into it. one even manages to scrape against your helmet. you loose control for a moment but that's all it takes for Nina to start screaming in absolute terror. with what control you manage to regain you steer down an off-ramp and into the city bellow. you see the birds circling overhead and towards you two. you actually feel Nina's fingers digging into your sides as she's still holding on for dear life.
"Ja-JACOB!"

>fight
>flight

>>1453118
Well shit chaos, consider that saved and used after the next three rolls.

>>1453128

It wasn't for nothing! YES!

>fight

Come at us motherfucker! I'm feeling lucky!

>>1453128
>fight

>>1453128
>fight

you pull hard to your right and circle into an alleyway, and come to a stop.

"Jacobwhatthehellareyoudoing!" Nina starts shouting.

"Nina!" is really all you can figure to shout back.

>draw your 9mm iron.
>. . . how the fuck do you fight birds without a ranged weapon? write in:

>>1453175
>>draw your 9mm iron.
BLAM BLAM BLAM

>>1453175

>draw your 9mm iron.

Pow-pow Alfred

>>1453175
>Knife fight

you of course draw your repeater and wait for the birds to round the corner. . . *screauwk*

1d20+2 for skeet shooting with a nine.

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1453209

Rolled 18 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1453209

I just noticed your ID E88, appropriate

20 success!

you fire as quickly as the trigger and slide let you, putting out about a half of your magazine and seeing half of that land take out two of the birds, the other four fan out. after a minute of waiting, they don't come back. . . and Nina is still screaming in terror.

"Ahhhhh! AHHHH! I WANNA GO BACK!"

>calm her down, she's going to attract attention.
>peak out of the alley, may as well see if there's anything to be worried about.
>just get back on your bike and start it, and try and get her to get on.

>>1453260
>>calm her down, she's going to attract attention.

your slightly panicking too, but the gears are already going in your head, you need to get Nina under control.

1d20+3 to calm Nina down.

+2 if you can give her a reason it's gonna be ok.

Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1453293
>Listen, this is America. These monster fucks are going to get owned in a week or so, and we'll all go back to having backyard cookouts and enjoying not getting attacked by mutated birds. Besides, with my smarts, my gun, and you to keep me company, we could conquer the world

Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

2+5=7 massive failure.

Nina doesn't calm down at all. "Fuck you! Fuck and and Florida! we got attack by red glowing birds!" she sobs. "and your acting like its a fucking movie! fuck you! I just wanna go back home!"

she's absolutely hysterical. your going to be here for a bit before you can get her ok to move again.

Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1453293

DO YOU WANT TO DIE TODAY? NO? THEN STOP

>>1453409

Well shit.

>>1453426

I need to stop, can this roll be used for the next roll E88?

fortunately nobody seems to be around, you let Nina slink down and curl up to her knees for a little while you look outside of the alley.

Fortunately enough, you see a police cycle near by, there's also an ambulance, and a construction Vehicle.

>loot the cops motorcycle.
>loot the ambulance.
>loot the construction truck.
>write in.

>>1453439
sorry chaos, your way past the roll line. threads coming to pause in a few more actions anyway. it's already 9.

>>1453449
>loot the ambulance.

>>1453449

....Shit.

>loot the ambulance.

>>1453449
>>loot the ambulance.

you decide that seeing as the street is rather deserted and the amount of blood on it. you can loot the ambulance.

>roll 1d20 for luck.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1453504

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1453504

It's time for luck

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1453504

>>1453549

Thanks anon

as you walk up to the ambulance you see an emt with a hole in his head. and a 22lr revolver in his lap, empty, all six cylinders fired. and no other bullets on him, in the back there's a city worker on the stretcher with six holes where his head should be and a 18inch machete on his belt. looking around the back you find a bag of surgical tools, and a few painkillers, even a small couple flares.

>pick what you want to take.
>pocket everything.

>>1453580
>pocket everything.

>>1453580

>pocket everything.

Move out the corpses too.

I'm now worried about dealing with PRIH variations of infected. New things that you may make up.

On the upside when he get infected I'm ready for new (maybe) PRIH powers

>>1453580
>>pocket everything.

as you take the contents of the ambulance you hear the radio go off. "Baker! Gainsworth, come in! damn it, we need all the hands we can get out here!"

>answer the radio as yourself
>ignore it. go back to Nina
>answer the radio as Gainsworth or Baker.
>write in.

>>1453619

>he
>we

My bad, had a mini-stroke

>>1453626
>>answer the radio as yourself

>>1453626

>answer the radio as yourself

"I'm sorry, my name is Jacob. I found these two guys dead in here, guess they're Gainsworth and Baker. What's happening in there?"

>>1453626
>answer the radio as yourself, tell'em they are dead and stuff like that.

you pick up the radio. "um, hello there?"

"Baker, is that you?"

you look over at the dead body and glance at the nametag. Gainsworth.

"uh, no actually. I'm sorry, my name is Jacob. I found these two guys dead in here, guess one of them is Gainsworth and Baker doesn't seem to be around. What's happening in there?"

"god, good god, why is this happening here."

"sir?"

"look, just get inside and barricade yourself. this fucking outbreak hasn't even started for more than an hour, and we already have corpses walking around outside."

"outbreak?"

"NYZ! does that ring a bell? it's happening here! it's like a fucking zombie apocalypse movie outside the clinic, were busting our asses off in here and we have less than a swat team keeping them from getting in the garage! do yourself a favor, find somewhere to hide, and don't come out until it's over, or you run right out of food."

>ask which hospital he's at?
>tell him thanks for the warning and get back to Nina.
>try and turn on the ambulance. . after clearing it of corpses.
>write in.

>>1453703
>ask which hospital he's at?
>Try to start the ambluance up.

Surprisingly enough, These things are fucking shit brick house tough.

>>1453703
>>ask which hospital he's at?
We're coming to save your sorry asses>try and turn on the ambulance. . after clearing it of corpses.

"look, I'll go to you, just tell me which hospital your at."

"are you serious!?"

"yes just say it and I'm heading to you."

"fucking Christ man, just find a hole to crawl into."

"We're coming to save your sorry asses, so just shut up and tell me where i'm going."

"gah, you stupid fucking. . fine. were at Wellington Regional Medical Center."

"thank you."

you hear no response, no point in calling in again. you think you made him angry.

you decide to start the ambulance up.
roll 1d20-2 for hotwiring.

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1453777

>>1453787
Someone else roll please

it's a roll of 2 right now, will allow a same fag if you can think of a way to make this up to Nina, assuming you both live through this.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1453841
> Alright Nina, you know how you keep wanting us to go to those retarded couples getaways int he Bahamas, well if you come with me right now, I swear we will spend an entire month sitting on the beach and drinking all our problems away, but if we stay here, we are dead

Rolled 17 - 2 (1d20 - 2)

>>1453777

Rolled 1 - 2 (1d20 - 2)

>>1453777

>>1453882
Ayyyy first 1 in the quest by me. Rip car. Lol

>>1453868
you just made it in two ways.

15 success.

you hear the engine start up. oh thank god, with that you kick the stretcher out the back, and the body with it. and push Gainsworth out of the side. and drive it over to Nina.

>>1453882
you got very fucking lucky.

Chaos's saved 20, Nina Recovers.

Nina seems to be very tired, but at least she's not screaming anymore. she is however crying with her head down on her knees. at least that's the case until you drive up in front of her. "Nina, come on, were going to a hospital, a bunch of people are staying in there. should be safe."

"how the hell can you say that! we got attacked by fucking birds. and is that blood!? oh my god, I'm staying here."

you take a deep breath and think.
"Alright Nina, you know how you keep wanting us to go to those retarded couples getaways int he Bahamas, well if you come with me right now, I swear we will spend an entire month sitting on the beach and drinking all our problems away, but if we stay here, we are dead"

"wh-what! I'm your cousin you sick fuck!"

"and now your angry and not scared any more, right?"

she starts getting into the meat wagon.

"J. . Ju-Just fucking drive!"

>>1453917
>"wh-what! I'm your cousin you sick fuck!"
I've been spending too much time on 4chan

Rolled 6 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

calling it here.
be back in the morning. or afternoon, depends on how long I sleep.

Just gonna be a little while longer, and if we're unlucky. Won't be for several hours.

Phone posting is a bitch.

6-5=1

You hop out, roll you chopper into the back, it's a tight fit but it's in. The drive to Wellington regional isn't to far, and with how uneasy Nina is that's a good thing. You take another glance at the map on your cell, it looks like the military has blocked all entry into Florida and are trying to isolate the west coast. You have to wonder, just how are you dealing with this so well?

Half a mile you can almost see the hospital. A quick glance at your phone confirms, it's the medical center. That's when you look up and see a slender Man running out of an alleyway and straight at your vehicle.

You swerve and yell "the hell!" As he leaps on your wind shield. Nina is in a full panic, you almost don't notice his arm really three thick twisted cables of meat until they punch into car and wrap themselves around your neck. Then it speaks.

"You'll do!"

"Jacob!"

Your fingers are tight on the steering wheel and the last thing you do manage is to grab a hold of the e-brake as turn into a garage, nearly flattening a standing guard. So close, you almost made it. Instead you find yourself being pushed from the front and out the back of the vehicle, in the grasp of this monster.

As you struggle against the tendrils of the stranger he seems to pull you into another alleyway and jabs into your stomach before throwing you into a blonde haired woman in a revealing cat suit.

"Here's a little present for ya!" You hear him mock as you colide with her.

Your stomach feels like it's going to rupture, no it's your entire chest. A large red and green growth in the center of where you were jabbed keeps swelling and swelling.

You hear the woman curse as you now find her blade-like arm entering your neck. You try to scream, but between what feels like your entire body about to explode and the knife in your throat you can't make a sound. Then she removed the blade, that's when you see what looks like three spikes exit your chest as your hurled into the street. The last thing you see before you pass out are the two monsters fighting some rubble falling on top of you, and what looks like a worm coming out of your hand.

It's dark. You can't see much except a faint amount of light in front of you. You struggle to move, and that's when you realize why, your underneath rubble. You start trying to crawl out from the shattered concrete, walling, and steel.

Give me 1d20+3

Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1455609

14 success.

You manage to dig your way out of the rubble. As you stand the first thing you notice is the sunrise. . You've definitely been out for a good while. The next thing you realize is your throat isn't open and your chest hasn't been swollen like a balloon, or even impaled for that matter. . Something about this isn't sitting right. Shit! Where's Nina!

Another d20 to get your bearings and figure out just where you are. It's not that easy to tell with much of the street torn up from what looks like an artillery strike.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1455689

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1455689

19
You easily figure out your two alleyways away from the hospital. You make a mad dash for it. You need to make sure Nina is ok, she's been almost like a sister over the years. Even taking care of you while you were sick when you were little. . Or trying to. You remember something about a Jello burn on your back and your father trying to come up with a child safety lock for the stove.

As you come out of your little flashback to the good old days you finally get to the hospital. Unfortunately your not greeted by a friendly group of gaurds. Rather, you hear gunfire and see a hoard of the infected.

>Fight your way through the hoard.(ten shots left in your pistol.)
>Try and get around the hoard some how.
>Try and get the gaurds attention somehow?
>Write in.

>>1455756
>Find something that explodes and stuff like that and weaponize it, By either rolling it into horde of infected and shooting it or just making loud noises via car alarms to draw them away.

>>1455756
>>Write in.
Look around to see if we can find a guard's gun, or one of the dead SWAT members

>>1455756

I'll go with this >>1455770

You decide to see if you can find a bigger gun with a larger magazine. Roll 1d20+2 for finding a dead soldier.

Rolled 15 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1455814

Rolled 14 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1455814

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1455814

I'm ready to find out what strain we got E88. And what we can do soon

Updates are on hold. Highest roll passed. Will write when able.

ok, I am back.

17 success. you manage to find one of the more eaten bodies of a fallen policeman that the infected have left alone. while just about everything on him that is meat or gets in the way of devouring meat has been ripped off the body, he does however still have his rifle wrapped around him.

police AR-15 carbine rifle.
mag size. 8 shots.
reload. moderate.
fire rate. fast.
damage. moderate.
you have one magazine and a half for this weapon.

>engage the hoard with the hospital guards.
>find a way to draw the hoards attention.
try and get around the hoard somehow.

>>1456202
>>find a way to draw the hoards attention.
Go back to the garage and try to trigger some car alarms and hide while the hoard goes past

>>1456202
>find a way to draw the hoards attention.

you decide to find a way to draw the attention of the hoard. you see plenty of cars around but many of them have shattered windows or have been damaged in a way that would normally set off a horn. are however a few stores that don't look quite looted, and maybe, one of them might have something.

Roll 20 to find something to draw the hoard.

if it's a 20 it'll be something that harms the hoard. if it's a 1 you now have most if not all of it's attention focused on killing you.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1456266

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1456266

you manage to find a pet shop, with a number of animals still locked inside, there's a few rodents, some birds, even a dog. there's also some noise making toys.

>throw the dog out to the hoard and use the toys to draw the hoard out. (causes dehumanization.)
>throw out the rats and release the birds. may have to kill some of the hoard to get their attention.
>just use the noise makers and fire off at the hoard. very difficult.

>>1456365
>>throw the dog out to the hoard and use the toys to draw the hoard out. (causes dehumanization.)
Kill dogs to save humans?

>>1456365
>throw out the rats and release the birds. may have to kill some of the hoard to get their attention.

>>1456365
>attach the noise makers to the dog and then throw the dog out to the hoard and use the toys to draw the hoard out. (causes dehumanization.)

for the humanization dehumanization scale. think of it as moral decay. too much and the character becomes psychopathic. to much in the opposite direction and your character becomes unable to act from moral dilemma. in other words the horrible course of action can be taken but do it too often and your kinda fucking yourself. same with being goody two shoes.

>>1456384
So doing a mix of both should even out

>>1456399
more of don't go to far in either direction. it's like going far enough into authoritarianism gets you Communism and going far enough into liberalism gets you Anarchism. both are very dangerous for different reasons. you have two gutters, one on each side, try not to fall into them.

you take the noise making toys and tie a bunch of them to the dogs tail. it's already barking enough you know it's frightened, and you can't help but feel a sting of guilt for doing this.

you walk out towards the hoard and get a bit close, as one of the infected turns towards you, you release the dog from it's cage.

roll 1d20+3 to see how effective this was.

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1456451

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1456451

20 amazing success.

you duck back behind a car and watch as a large part of the hoard fumble around themselves as the dog runs past a number of the shambling corpses. the distraction is enough to that the swat team guarding the hospital shoot open a path to get in, while most of the hoard breaks off to pursue the dog.

you make your way across and as your walking you hear a sickening yelp. the guards don't seem to mind much they're just happy they have a moment of peace.

"sweet virgin marry! we can't thank you enough, those bitters were about to swarm past the line."

>not a problem, just did what I had to.
>happy I could help, maybe we can grab a drink later.
>sorry, don't really have time for pleasantries, is my cousin in there?
>can I just please get inside?
>write in.

>>1456506
>happy I could help, maybe we can grab a drink later.
>Lets get this shit back up so if they come back, we hold longer.

>>1456506
>>write in.
No problem. Hey I am looking for two people. One, is a man I talked to on a radio, the second is my cousin nina (describe her)

>>1456506
>I feel bad for that dog. Make sure to toast our unnamed furry companion tonight. If we make it that long.

>>1456517

you make a mental note to make a toast for that dog later.

"Yeah, No problem. Hey i'm looking for two people. One is a man I talked to on the radio, the second is my cousin Nina."

"huh, alright, only one who handles the radio is Hyde, and he's been a bit on edge since yesterday. so whats this Nina look like?"

"Well. She has long brown hair, brown eyes, white like me, skinny, around 5'2-"

"black tanktop and a wool hoodie, with baggy blue Jeans."

"yeah that's her!"

"Well i'll be a son of a bitch. you must be Jacob!"

"guilty as charged."

you and the guard share a laugh and he tells you his names Brian and his friend is Mark, Mark seems a bit more on edge and cuts in.

"you do know what she said happened to her cousin right? one of those, things, tackled him out of the ambulance she rode in on."

"Yeah what of it."

"his clothes are torn up but there's not a scratch on him. it isn't right."

"so he got lucky, big deal."

"he could be infected and get everyone in there killed!"

Brian now seems a bit stuck in thought.

>I'm not infected, come on, you said it yourself, i'm fine.
>look i'll stay out here, just get Nina and tell her i'm here.
>come on, I don't want to be stuck out here, please.
>the hell, I just saved your asses!
>write in.

>>1456656
>look i'll stay out here, just get Nina and tell her i'm here.

>>1456656
>>the hell, I just saved your asses!
Even if I was infected, I would have been turned by now

>>1456676
Too be fair, there is no proof of anybody there knowing that.

should I roll for it?

>>1456706
I'd give it a few minutes. I would like to get inside and sit down and maybe meet Same Hyde

at 20 minutes i'm rolling for it.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1.look I'll stay
2.the hell

"The hell, I just saved your asses."

Brian sigh's.

"look, we know Jacob but we have a duty to the people in there to keep them all alive. Mark has a point."

"But even if I was infected, I would have been turned by now!"

"well, that . . might be true, but."

1d20+2 to convince.

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1456769
If it makes you guys feel better, you can have someone look over me at all times.

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1456769

>inb4 PRIH virus has us eat everyone in the hospital

>>1456783

You still....you still need someone man?

>>1456822
kek

Rolled 19 (1d20)

22 critical condition success.

"Jesus, I'm sorry. but. . . I dunno."

"Look, If it makes you guys feel better, you can have someone look over me at all times."

"well. . . ok, theres no need for that, but just. . if you start feeling funny, check yourself into isolation, alright. that or check yourself out."

"yeah, I got it."

you head inside.

it doesn't take you too long to get through the crowd of people crowded around the entrance. you don't see Nina anywhere but you do find someone to ask where she would be.

you find yourself upstairs in one of the rooms where they're keeping most of the injured.

"this is it. Nina Tiller, correct?"

"yeah, thanks."

you head inside and you see her with her leg in a cast, and a bandage around her head. that doesn't really stop her from almost jumping out of the bed. almost.

"HOLY FUCK! YOUR ALIVE!"

you run over and exchange a hug. she seems very inclined not to let go and sobs franticly for the first several minutes. eventually you get around to asking her about her leg, which makes her very angry that she has to point out the painfully obvious.

"You were tackled out of the drivers seat mid drift! I was slammed into a wall you asshole! You couldn't put that together yourself!"

"hey I'm just happy I get to deal with your bad temper again! hahahaha!"

"you ass. . . "
_____________________________________

about two days go by. you find that the hospital is already running a bit low on food, Hyde informs everyone over the intercom that the Fort Lauderdale area has been declared a green zone, the patch of coast your in right now is considered Ground Zero and Red, and urged anyone able to get going down there now.

with Tina's leg how it is, and no other transport save for your chopper, your stuck with the hospital survivors until someone can evac those staying. and with food already running low, they're looking for people to get some. there's also a growing need for other supplies. You served as a courier for a year while in trade school, so your set for doing that sort of work. another group has decided to band together and go hunt down a large beast that has been killing some of the guards, Mark and Brian being fortunate so far. most people are saying they're going to their deaths.

finally, theres another group that wants to get to the recently declared yellow zone further north. many are saying they're marching to their deaths but it's closer than going down to the green zone. word has it theres a dock there, and the people going just need an escort.

after your third night here, a doctor by the name of Winston comes by to see you. he informs you that unless you start pulling your weight here. he's going to kick you out, and "your little girlfriend too."

>help gather food and supplies.
>go with the hunt group.
>escort people to the green zone.
>escort people to the yellow zone.
>write in?

>>1456938
>>help gather food and supplies.
When we're out, we should be looking for a vehicle that can take us safely to the green zone. A large truck or a military vehicle

>>1456938
>escort people to the green zone.

>>1456951
This. No way we will make to the green zone without a tanker and a mad max sequence.

>>1456951
You need a few things before you can do that. One, gasoline. Two, Nina's leg healed up. And three, a suprise from your loving QM
>>1457004
A Mad Max sequence might not be necessary but it is possible and could be entertaining.

>>1457004
>>1456951
>Waiting for the infection to get worse.

>>1457031
I want to get out, but we lack the necessary supplies

>>1457039
If you don't get out in the first 26-50 hours, You're not gonna be able to get anywhere.

>>1457050
It's been 72 guess were fucked

>>1457058
F

The MC also hasn't figured out he's a prototype. You have a bit of a ways to go. Will count the votes after I get home.

So we go out to get supplies while also trying to find a way out of this hell. It's Florida, so maybe we can stock up on guns

>>1456938
>Go hunting
What could possibly go wrong?

>>1457135
So then psychologically how are we dealing with not being dead

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

1 for hunting
2 for gathering supplies
1 for escorting people

>>1457185
your trying to convince yourself it was just a hallucination or something. there's no way you were really stabbed twice right?
____________________________
You decide it might be a good idea to join in on the supply gathering group. you have the guns and machete for it. you empty out your bag, your cousin having eaten your two snack bars and two of your medical kits being redistributed find your bag empty, you can probably fit enough to feed a few people for a few days.

you head downstairs and meet with the group. you have a few gruff survivalist looking types but most of the people there are your average every day yokels, with guns. oh well, it should be fun.

the survivalist end up doing a sensible thing, separating themselves into a three groups and then having people look for shit based on skillsets. you have a group for guns and ammo, food and survival tools, and clothing and medicine.

>pick a group to join.
>eh, maybe I should just go with those hunters, look for that beast we keep hearing about.
>fuck this, taking an escort job.
>maybe Winston has something around here he needs done.
write in.

>>1457236
>Help with clothing and medicine.

>>1457236
>>pick a group to join.
Lets get muh guns
don't infringe on me

>>1457245
This

you decide to join the group looking for clothing and medicine, lately you've begun to notice how torn up and dirty your clothes are, as well as how much medicine the people in the hospital are having to use up. you also briefly lament the lack of food, you have been eating but lately you've been feeling more hungry than usually, must be stress.

a few hours pass as your group marches out of the hospital and past the first intersection, you see a heli overhead firing at the ground on the right, your groups leader decides to head the opposite way. soon enough you come across a pharmacy, clear the mostly picked clean isle ways, and pocket some of the register money +20 bucks. your group lead starts giving orders. . . if you can call them that.

"ok, everyone fan out, and clear this building. don't let these suckers bite you and make sure you don't make too much noise. we don't want to startle a pack of those things."

>clear the bathrooms.
>clear the pharmacy.
>clear the stockroom.
>clear the management office.

>>1457321
>clear the pharmacy.

>>1457321
>>clear the pharmacy.

you head towards the back of the pharmacy with your rifle drawn as the others begin searching over the rest of the building. it doesn't take long to hear shots fired at all. in reply you hear a low growling sound as you approach the end of the pharmacist isle way.

your about to turn a corner when it jumps out and swipes at you with a boney talon, knocking your gun out of the way.

roll 1d20+3 to push it back.

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1457401

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1457401

20 smashing success

you push back your ambusher and he hits the wall with a great deal of force, you didn't even think you hit it that hard.

>draw your machete.
>shoot it!
>run
>write in.

>>1457460
>>draw your machete.
We african now

>>1457460
>draw your machete.

>>1457460
We need walkie talkies or something. Communication is key!

you grab your machete and cleave through it's arm. before it can react. you didn't think it was that sharp. followed up with a swing into the neck you end up cutting halfway through the torso. that's when you see these tendrils grab a hold of it, they start digging into the infecting, breaking down parts of it some how, you look behind you to see where they're coming from but. . oh god. they're coming out of you.

you scream, the tendrils having pulled the infecting into your body, you can feel it tearing through and devouring what was once an infected. you stand in abject shock and horror as the last remnants of the monster are pulled into your body. your mind races, trying to understand what just happened as it's being flooded with all this noise, names of medicines, family members you don't have, even the last memory from day one of the infected. being covered in a dust of red mist.

"Jacob! you ok in there!? we heard a scream!"

>i'm fine!
>no, not really.
>um. . I just scared myself.
>write in.

>>1457547
a gust of red mist* for fucks sake.

>>1457547
>>i'm fine!

>>1457547
>just give me a moment. I have to do some emergency health checks.

>>1457547
>write in.

I think I saw a infect rodent, and threw my machete at it. I'm fine.

>>1457547
>um. . I just scared myself.

"Yeah! I'm fine!"

"what was that noise!"

"I think I saw a infect rodent, and threw my machete at it."

"so your fine?"

"yeah, just fine! I'm grabbing the medicines."

well great, now your the laughing stock of the group, and you have whatever that was inside you. what the fuck was that even?

>ignore it, try and not think about it, you have a job to do. (Jacob becomes more goal focused.)
>you want to know what that was, it's going to eat at you until you know, you have to know. this is beyond abnormal, you need to know. (Jacob becomes obsessed with finding out what's going on around him.)
>It's not that important, I mean, it's not good. . come one man, think you can figure this out somehow. and I'm sure there's a good explanation for it. (Jacob stays the same.)

>>1457608
>ignore it, try and not think about it, you have a job to do. (Jacob becomes more goal focused.)
We can check ourselves sour when we are alone and in a safe place. Keep this to ourselves for now.

>>1457608
>ignore it, try and not think about it, you have a job to do. (Jacob becomes more goal focused.)

>>1457617
>sour

out*

>>1457608
>>ignore it, try and not think about it, you have a job to do. (Jacob becomes more goal focused.)

>>1457608
>You...are not qualified for this shit. Find whoever's in charge at the hospital, talk to them about what you can do, make it clear you still want to help, and for fuck's sake you want Nina taken care of. (Jacob bitches out and goes to the authorities, this won't possibly backfire)

>>1457655
something tells me you haven't actually played prototype the short lived game franchise.

no, you have a job to do. you force yourself to focus on what's important. the job you took up and taking care of Nina. you can check yourself sour, and figure out how the fuck or what the fucking hell you did later. right now all that matters is the meds and the clothing.

suddenly that list of meds the docs gave you started making a lot more sense as you begin filling the bag with assorted pills and creams, even mixing one or two of the required medicines. needless to say some of the group is impressed. yourself even more so seeing as you have no memory of learning any of this.

your group begins making it's way to the find clothing, and for some reason your survivalist leader is completely lost. great.

roll 1d20 for good luck.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1457690
I wish it sold more and we had a another one.

>>1457690
I have. It's just that I'm Francis.

srsly tho Prototype 3 wen?

>>1457695
you and me both.

nat 20

you of course get to a clothing superstore and find it damn near completely abandoned, with a full supply of all the clothing you could want. and good thing too. the stuff your wearing is going to start looking caveman after a few more days of abuse.

> time to get yourself a new outfit. write it up.

>>1457711

Checked and what the fuck is in a Clothing superstore? I go shopping for new outfits like once every 2 years at worse.

>>1457711
Grab a bunch of black suits, with a red tie. and a pair of sports sunglasses, white dress shirt and black shoes.

Gonna look like a professional hitman!

I have no fucking idea but if a coat warehouse exist then why the fuck not throw every type of fabric imaginable into one building and call it a reward for that crit.

>>1457711
A leather duster, strong farmer denim jeans, a fitted black shirt, strong work boots, and a cowboy hat

>>1457742
>>1457711
>Full /k/ then, Steel toed boots, sturdy black pants, vest and clothing with stuff that and sunglasses and a helmet?

we Innthecitynow

>>1457742
Is is a military surplus store?

>>1457762
you know what, if you can wear it in day to day civilian life, yes you can find it. combat fatigues, not likely.

so far, liking these the most.
>>1457756
>>1457755
also remember to vote for another anon if you like whats posted.

>>1457780
>tfw in a great state and could run around in full mil loadout.

>>1457780
A black tactical vest, a black fitted shirt(like a sort of underarmor), black steel-toed work boots, thick denim pants, combat helmet, assorted leg and arm holsters.

so far we have the following.
>steel toe workboots.
>thick black denim pants.
>black fitted shirt.
I'm vetoing the tactical vest until you learn how to shapeshift. and have the weapons and ammunition for it. (you have one of those things.)

do anon's want the leather duster?
cowboy hat or halfshell biker helm.

>>1457849
I can agree on the biker helmet if we get the duster

>>1457849
Cowboy hat and Duster

Laugh at QM for being unable to pick up tactical vests at his clothing store.

>>1457849
I can go for black boots, cargo pants (camo or not), and wife beater under a leather duster.

I doubt we will find anything but a bicycle helmet, and that will make us look fake and gay.

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>>1457869
>>1457849
>he can't form his own militia from a trip to the gun store

>>1457869
tfw califaggot.

>>1457878
>implying the gun store isn't owned by the militia.
>implying there isn't grilling done during summer during meet ups.

>>1457882
Oh, You poor fuck. East east, best coast baby.

>>1457849
Alright, looks like cowboy hat and awesome dister

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>>1457888
>not living in glorious midwest

apparently the duster is wanted, can't tell if he- nevermind, looks like cowboy hat wins.
____________________________________

you gather up what you think would look operator as fuck, in the end you have these heavy boots. a few undershirts. a duster worthy of trench warfare, and a pimping hat.

you take them upstairs. get in a changing room and throw them on, and damn does it look good. you figure that in addition to all the others back at the med center, Nina's gonna be upset not having fresh clothes to change into once that cast comes off.

roll 1d20 to have the fashion sense to dress a girl from Montana. or write in if you do, I don't browse /fa/

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1457914
Unfortunately we don't have a SS officer outfit, but this will do

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1457914

>>1457922
What did he mean by this?

>>1457882
kys for not leaving.
Wait no, stay in your containment state.

captcha is a clothing store....

>>1457922
what an amazing mother fucker.

You find a getup that you know for a damn fact will definitely put envy into the heart of the native Montanan's when they see your cousin in it.

all that's left is gathering up the best clothing you can for the rest of the people in that center. which doesn't take to long to do. end of the day your packing enough clothing for a small family.

now the hard part getting back. oddly on your way you notice your not as hungry as you were when you left. you have a suspicion why but you push it from your mind, it's to horrible. looking around you have all the streets to yourselves except for the occasional shambler or the hoard you have to avoid.

roll me a 20 to get home safely.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1457954

>>1457953
so you got that too? and fuck you, i'm leaving before the Trumpenreich ends, and i'm never touching this commie shithole again.

>>1457922
>>1457945
Stripper boots, and latex catsuit with a whip blade, and a military officer hat.

>>1457954
>>1457960
My fucking sides.

>>1457961
Leave your baggage in your state then. Don't bring the same stuff to other peoples states and turn them into California. Become one with the locals.

I'm sick of all the faggot anti drumpfts arriving and acting like the world is ending.

But enough, back to qsting!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1457964
>>1457914
forgot my roll

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1457964
you degenerate.

you avoid the most of the hoard. it's a rather peaceful. the group lead radios into the others. nobody has heard from the hunter group, which is unsettling, considering the next thing said is they left for the hunt only fifteen minutes ago and should be within radio range.

>>1458000
Says the guy who got us sex snuffed by a woman in a catsuit by bladethroating.

Not that I am complaining much. There are less erotic ways to go :^

it's fast, you were just looking at the back of her head one moment, a middle aged woman who was a part of your group, didn't even get her name. next minute she's on the ground with most of her head a across the this large thing ripping a piece of her upper torso off. the others open fire but it's already crashed into another window. your all close, keeping a back to one another, just to make sure nobody is ambushed, that's when you hear it. another crash from across the street. you all turn to face it. when you feel something slam into your back. you roll for a minute before you can see it clearly, a large, muscular, clawed, beast with a maw made of fangs. and it just killed your group lead.

>Fight
>Flight

>>1458040
>Fight

>>1458040
>Fight

>>1458040
>Fight

Dump everything into its head

you get back to your feet and hold your hat to your head. you look up and it's already flying towards you. about to rake it's claw into you.

roll20-1 to defend.

>>1458040
Augh, I hate Hunters! Punch its face in!

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1458070

Rolled 7 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>1458070

>>1458083
top kek.

you can't move fast enough. it brings it's claw down on top of your body, slicing though your stomach and throwing your back towards your other group member, she screams as your body lands next to her, and screams harder when you start regenerating and stand back up.

lost 100 hp, 300 remaining.

>use a gun.
>draw your machete.
>run!

Rolled 13 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>1458070

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1458104
>draw your machete.

>>1458104
>use a gun.

Draw it away from your group.

maybe let it kill the woman first

>>1458114
please don't roll preemptively, that's a waste of a good 14.

>>1458104
>>use a gun.

>>1458104
DRIVE CLOSER SO I CAN HIT HIM WITH MY SWORD!
>machete

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1gun
2machete

>>1458161
calm down commissioner Fuklaw

you draw you machete and step towards the creature as your body finishes mending the damage. you can't tell what pisses you off more, that it would have killed your if your were normal right now or that it just ruined your brand new clothes.

it lunges after the young woman. the last member of your group. and you dive to slash into it before it reach's her.

roll 1d20+3
+1 if you can come up with something to shout.

Rolled 19 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1458240
>OH GOD, YOU ATE HER. THEN YOU WERE GONNA EAT ME. OH MY GODDDDD

Rolled 7 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1458240
GODDAMIT WOMAN! MOVE YOUR ASS BEFORE ITS GRASS!

You carve into the side of the hunter, forcing it to the ground from it's flight, it turns to face you and roars. you reply we a whole lot of anger.

"YOU ATE HER!"

it roars again and lunges at you but you backpedal before the claw reaches you. the young lass you saved shrieks again.

"GODDAMIT WOMAN! MOVE YOUR ASS BEFORE ITS GRASS!"

While you were busy using your new lungs. the hunter has feigned a tackle towards you and then tries to swipe for your side.

>counter attack.
>dodge
>tackle it

>>1458313
>tackle it

you tackle the creature, which doesn't work out on your favor as you find your back being raked by it's claw as it tries to bite your face.

-50 hp 250 remaining.

Roll 1d20+3 to retaliate.

Rolled 18 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1458348
Ram your big meaty fist deep inside of it and search for that heart.

We gonna eat it

Rolled 8 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1458348

18 fail. +3 = 21 success.

you swing your machete at the skull of this think and the blade breaks on impact, but that moment is what you needed. out of instinct you plunge you fist into it's chest. with the hunter bleeding out it makes reels it's head back, about to bite at you. roll 1d20.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1458369
How the fuck was blackwatch effective against shit again?

>>1458375
the power of Moar Daka.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1458369

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1458369

16, minor success.

you manage to only receive a superficial scratch from the hunters jaws. now it's over extended, it's mouth closed. it's your chance for another attack.

>try to strangle it.
>try to punch through it again.
>try to throw it.

>>1458389
>>try to strangle it.

. . . anyone else?

>>1458389
>strangle

I'm cooking a late night dinner mate

>>1458389
>strangle

you try and strangle the beast, but it doesn't seem to be working, instead it claws and scrapes at your skin, trying to shread you to tiny pieces.

-50 hp 200 remains, Your very wounded!

you catch it's claw rise up, it's trying to smash your head now!

D20+1 to avoid.

Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1458435

>>1458435

Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1458435

Rolled 16 (1d20)

you fail to avoid the strike, and the claw smashes your head into the concrete.

-100 hp 100 hp remains!

you feel like your experiencing bloodloss.

the hunter is about to finish you off, when it's suddenly pushed off your side and thrown to the ground. a ringing is in your ears. someone was shooting!

you look over and it's that same woman from your group, with a rifle in her arms. she just saved your ass. back to the beast. it's trying to get back up again, and it's exposed it's spine to you. Finish It Off!

1d20+3
+3 if you can figure out a good kill move.

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1458502
Rip it's ducking spine out

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1458502
rip out its spine and use it as a club

Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1458502
Shove the sharp part of the broken machete into its spin disabling it.

19 pass.

you manage to walk over to the hunter and sink a hand into it's back, grabing it's spine, you pull up, and give it another tug, already you see the tendrils coming out of your again, you give another pull and then another, and on the fourth try, you rip it's skull off it's body, tendrils invadeing the gap and pulling out everything inside, feeding you with it. you give a good solid smash with the skull mace and tear open the body, leaving you two empty halves. you feel weak, you just lost a lot of blood, but you feel slightly stronger.


pick one
>Claws
>Tendrils (not the exact same as in prototype 2)

and pick two.
>dense biomass.
>wasteless devourer.
>combat reflexes.
>proficiency: natural weapons.

also forgot, hunter consumed 75 hp regain.

>>1458543
>Tendrils (not the exact same as in prototype 2)

>wasteless devourer.
>combat reflexes.

>>1458543
>Tendrils (not the exact same as in prototype 2)
>proficiency: natural weapons.
>wasteless devourer.

Where did the 19 come from?

>>1458552
>17 my bad

>>1458555
was this from the 16 you rolled?

can you also detail the upgrade offered?

>>1458543
>Claws

>dense biomass.
>combat reflexes.

Bet your all regretting not picking my melee build now, eh?

>>1458585
Not at fucking all mate.