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DATE: December 6th.
CHARACTER(S): Everyone!
SUMMARY: Shoot, scavenge, survive. It's going to be a long week.
LOCATION: The Fort of Dead Shambly Merchants.
WARNINGS: Zombies and appropriate zombie-type violence likely.
FORMAT: Action, prose: commenter's choice. Go crazy!
The gates are shut and there is no way out, at least not for the time being. Parties have been sent to scout the perimeter to look for breeches in the fort walls or security, to find some means to get the wagons out, or at least the people, until a better plan can be devised to fetch the supplies after. But there are no gaps, not even large enough to squeeze a small child or one of the companion cats; the wagon train has no choice but to remain couched within the fort walls until the walls may be breeched or the gates grant egress once again.
The dead do not come constantly, but in waves that wax and wane throughout the day. Make too much noise and they shamble more quickly, drawn by the sound or perhaps the light. But be quick and stealthy and wily about it and there's much to be plucked from the fort's bounty: food, supplies, blankets. The now-dead merchant's wares, one can assume, oh- and bullets.
Bullets in excess. Perhaps now is the time to learn how to use them wisely. Just be mindful of where you aim.
[ This is your basic, catch-all event log post! Start a thread, jump into one, jump into many - I figure there's a lot of different things people could be doing from scavenging to zombie fighting to camping in the corner, weeping tears of blood. Have fun! ]
CHARACTER(S): Everyone!
SUMMARY: Shoot, scavenge, survive. It's going to be a long week.
LOCATION: The Fort of Dead Shambly Merchants.
WARNINGS: Zombies and appropriate zombie-type violence likely.
FORMAT: Action, prose: commenter's choice. Go crazy!
The gates are shut and there is no way out, at least not for the time being. Parties have been sent to scout the perimeter to look for breeches in the fort walls or security, to find some means to get the wagons out, or at least the people, until a better plan can be devised to fetch the supplies after. But there are no gaps, not even large enough to squeeze a small child or one of the companion cats; the wagon train has no choice but to remain couched within the fort walls until the walls may be breeched or the gates grant egress once again.
The dead do not come constantly, but in waves that wax and wane throughout the day. Make too much noise and they shamble more quickly, drawn by the sound or perhaps the light. But be quick and stealthy and wily about it and there's much to be plucked from the fort's bounty: food, supplies, blankets. The now-dead merchant's wares, one can assume, oh- and bullets.
Bullets in excess. Perhaps now is the time to learn how to use them wisely. Just be mindful of where you aim.
[ This is your basic, catch-all event log post! Start a thread, jump into one, jump into many - I figure there's a lot of different things people could be doing from scavenging to zombie fighting to camping in the corner, weeping tears of blood. Have fun! ]