The Zombie RPG - IC Season Thread

~After reaching the threatre, Matthew merely walked over and started putting down his gear, unrolling his foam sleeping pad. Then he picked up his red medical kit and pulled out the DMS-Y01 yellow carton with a red lid. He then pulled off his right boot, to get a look at the wound to his right calf. The piece of metal had jagged edges, and was about a number 2 pencil in width. It looked to be into his skin a good inch or so, not ideal conditions but he would have to pull it out. He then went to the bathroom, so he wouldn't create such a huge mess in their temporarily living quarters in the theatre. He then took out his ziplock bag with latex gloves opening it up slightly, but not yet grabbing one. He then pulled out 2 moist towlettes, using one to clean his hands, then he put the gloves on. He then prepares a disinfectant solution of 1 oz. povidone-iodine and 1 liter disinfected water. When he had received the wound he didn't know, but after the adrenaline had worn off upon him arriving at the theatre he knew something was wrong. He pulled out his leather workgloves, still clean and new, having never been used since he got them. Then he merely bit them as he brought down his toolman, and removed the metal shard, nearly an inch long. The pain was immense, but bearable. He then dropped the metal shard into the DMS-Y01 0.8L sharps container. After waiting for the solution to be ready he took out a nailbrush and used both it and the disinfectant solution to clean the area around the wound. He disinfected his tweezers; starting to remove dirt, dead skin, debris, and flakes of clotted blood from the wound. He put everything he removed from the wound into the sharps container, and prepared to finish up his cleaning of the wound. He put the tweezers away, and his leatherman, then closed up the yellow sharps container placing that back in his medical bag, removing his irrigation syringe at the same time. Placing the syringe in the disinfectant he drew it in until it was mostly full. After placing the syringe in a position perpindicular to the wound, about 2 and a half inches above it, he emitted a forceful stream of solution to flood the wound letting it drain away from the opening. Judging that it was enough to clean it that way, and noticing it wasn't bleeding nearly at all, he decided he had cleaned it enough. He rinsed the wound in disinfected water liberally, to remove the solution from the wound to prevent irritation to the skin. It still wasn't bleeding, and he made sure there wasn't any more solution inside the wound. Finishing up, he bandaged the wound making sure it didn't slide down as he lowered his pants and changed into his blue shorts, removing his brown undershirt, and swapping for his white one. He then took off his socks, and left all of the clothing he had just removed on the chair near him. Taking out his thread he tied a nice taught line up between the chairs, and put all of his wet and blood stained clothing up on there, to let it dry out. The white sweat stains on his clothing were easily visible, several spots that were light brown were now stained dark brown from the body fluids of the zombies he killed.~

"Hey... I have some Marine Corp JROTC experience. I was in the rifle team."
~Matt was currently washing off his body with a throwaway towel and some disinfected water, making sure the blood was completely washed off his skin as he didn't want to risk infection. He was wearing a white undershirt and dark blue shorts, his BDU's hanging from a rope he strung up between 2 rows in the threatre. His Machete was within reaching distance, leaning against the row of chairs he was currently sitting between. The floor may have been a big sticky, but the gum and dried up soda pop were not as big a deal to him as washing off the blood. He let the water drip down under the seats, leaving a huge puddle slowly moving downhill.~
"As for weapon training, we need to go get some of these unarmed folks some Tire Irons! Steel Crowbars! or even some Trench spikes if we can find some!"
~As usual when talking about weapons, Matthew got a bit overexcited, and when he took a step foreward to emphasize his point he accidentally smacked his knee into a metal support, causing him to straighten up rigidly. The sound wasn't loud, nor was it likely that anyone but himself even knew he had done it, but he stopped talking for a sec, bringing his right hand down and rubbed his knee gently. "Watch it Matt... don't injure yourself by getting overexcited again..." he thought to himself.~

 

I nod at Kincaid and Thomas comes over to help. But his little sister runs up and grabs him. "Don't leave me here!"

Thomas tries to pry himself away. "It's ok. Miss Jones over there is an army person, she'll keep you safe."

"No!" she stubbornly says, and grips him tighter. "You stay too. Or take me."

I kneel down to the little girl's eye level. "We can't take you," I say softly. "It's dangerous out there. You'll be safe here."

"No! I sticking with Tommy." There are almost tears in her eyes. I can't imagine what a young girl like her must be going through. I really don't want to split them up either, but she can't come with us.

I look over at Kincaid. This guy seems a little too excitable, but I guess that's better then the alternative. Kincaid just shrugs, probably thinking the same thing. And that though sort of disturbs me.

"Ok, you're in. Thomas, stay here and keep your sister calm. Jones."

"Sir?"

"Start looking around for anything that can be used as a weapon. Metal bars, clubs, things like that. Once we finally get someplace safe we'll worry about getting everyone up to speed on using firearms."

"Yes, sir."

"Kincaid, if you'll lead the way." Nguyen and Matt pick up the stretcher while Kincaid takes point and I bring up the rear.

 

I was standing there just staring at the mall. While I was in a shockish state about 3 zombies had come up. all about 10 feet away. I shook my self out of it and shot them down with my P226. 9 shots left. I proboly should have grabbed the cops ammo... Least I did grab his holster. I put the Pistol into my holster, grabbed my shotgun and shells, and looked around.

"I should proboly go grab some stuff from the mall... Of course there would be some zombies in it but who gives a damn. Plus there is a gun and ammo shop in it."

I drove my truck about 40ft closer to the mall and hopped out. I hope they have some .357, or at least a .45.
I walked in, pistol in hand, and searched for the map post. I found it and read it. First floor, about 4 stores down from radio shack. And radio shack is right behind me. I followed it and found the store. I thought it would be a more hunting kind of firearms store. I Smiled

"I hope they sell back packs!"

I walked in with a grin and searched for a backpack to put all my **** in. Found one, put it on my front chest so i could just put all my stuff in it, and unzipped it. I searched for some .357 but it seemed to be all raided. Proboly other survivors came here. Although there was some .45 here. Man I just have so much luck.
I took my clip out of my pistol and put it in my bag. Might find another .357, or someone that needs it. I reloaded my spas12, checking the box for 15 shells. I put 3 more boxes of 12 gauge in the bag, searched for a USP grabbed it reloaded it, and grabbed 6 more clips for it. Grabbed a knife and some holsters and I was set. I looked around at the mess I made. Ammo everywhere. I wish they sold an M4, or M16 here.
By the time I was finished some infected must have heard me cus there were about 13 of them.

"Oh ****!!! I HOPE THEY SELL GRENADES!"

 

Kincaid begins to lead the group out to the side alley. He opens the door slowly and sees that it is all clear.

He says, "Be back in a sec."

Kincaid returns with their prisoner in tow. He drags him out to the alley, pulls out his knife and cuts his ropes. Then he uses a pop-sicle stick on the ground and buddy tapes the 2 broken fingers together.

Kincaid then pulls out a small nylon bag from his back-pack. He puts in 2 speed-loaders, a loaded 38 special, a bottle of water and 2 stips of Jerky and tosses it to the former prisoner.

Knicaid then pulls out his own gun and points it at him. He says, "That bicycle over there hop on it and start riding. You have just lost your priviliges in this city and you have two minutes to get out of my gun range. Let me make this perfectly clear if I ever see you set one toe inside of these city-limits ever again I will personally rip your heart out through your throat."

The prisoner stands up and gets on the bike. He begins to salute Knicaid in his Native country's salute and then quickly pops into a miltary salute.

Kincaid says, "God speed."

He takes off as quickly as he can into the night as Kincaid looks at the crew and says, "All-right that's one situation taken care of. Trust me he is going to be more concerned about getting out of Zombie central. Let's go."

He removes the man-hole cover and says, "I'll go in first then Nugyen you follow me because we're going to need someone to help bring Jacob down there. Keep any talking to only essential information and keep it low as possible the echo down there is bad enough."

Kincaid hops down and motions for Nugyen. He says very low, "Lower Jacob vertically. Nugyen you help me catch him."

They finally get Jacob down the sewer system and Kincaid says in almost a whisper, "All-right everyone else in formation let's move!"

Kincaid pulls out both of his 45's and sees everyone ready to go.

He nods and they head out.

 

~While they talked, Matthew went over and picked up his pack, always wanting to carry most of his stuff with him, though it was only halfway full due to the fact he unloaded most of it near where he set up his bedroll. He packed up the medical kit and reattached it, and checked to make sure he was full up on uninfected water.~

~He walks over to the stretcher, looking at Nguyen and bending his knees, preparing to lift. He had lifted stretchers before, if only for practice. At the National Emergency Services Academy at Indianapolis, Indiana, he went to the Advanced Ground Search and Rescue school. One of the last days of his week long training, they simulated an helicopter rescue, by setting up a landing spot for the blackhawk, and having it fly over. Of course due to the possibility of accident, they didn't actually land the blackhawk there in the forest, but his Ground team did carry the stretcher for over 2 miles to the clearing. He shook his head, realizing Nguyen might have said something, then he grasped the stretcher firmly and stated, without even realizing his automaticity.~
"Ok... ready? One... Two... Three... up!"
~He lifted with his legs, making sure to keep the pressure off his back as he lifted the guy. At this point he was a little less enthusiastic about bringing his pack, as he knew this guy was gonna feel REAL heavy, after a short walk.~

~He carried the stretcher up behind Kincaid, glancing around expectedly when they reach the side alley.~

~He glances over at Kincaid. Then states with a lopsided smile.~ "That and we don't have anything worth stealing if he did bring others."

"Ok, make sure your ready. Here he comes..."
~He starts to lower Jacob... easing him down nice and slow. It looked like it was going to work just fine. Sure enough, before he could worry too mucha bout it, Jacob had already been caught by Nugyen and Kincaid.~

~Matthew climbs down into the Sewers, then helps pick up the stretcher, automatically saying.~
"Ok... ready? One... Two... Three... up!"
~Both of them lift the stretcher and await Kincaid to give the command to continue.~

 

Unfortunatlly they did NOT sell grenades. I had to take them out with slugs. I tried to find more shotgun ammo but there was none. Not even in my bag.

"S***. Just f***ing great."

The only gun in the store with real ammo was a Remington model 700 sniper-rifle.

"It'll have to do."

Grabed it loaded 4 rounds and grabbed 2 boxs of 40 shots. I glanced at my watch. 11:30 pm.

"Time to find a place to sleep."

But not yet. I went to a map store and got a map with a marker.

"I'm going to need some medical supplies. I'll need to head to the hospital. It going to be loaded with the f***ing b******s."

I marked my position and marked the hospital. There was a theater in the middle of the path. There was a show which happened at the time the outbreak was recorded. But they proboly all ran away. I went to the furniture store and went behind the counters. I found the key to locked the gate to the entrance. I rolled it down and locked it. I went to a sofa at the back of the store. I put my bag down next to it, and put my USP in my hand.

"Night b******s"

 

[IC - Thomas Mullaney]

Thomas looks at the theatre hall. The chaos he had just been involved in. People dying to help them, the amount of heads and limbs everywhere. Sophie clutches his leg so tight he doesnt initially feel it going numb.

'Sophie. Its ok now. It's over.'

Jack laughs and mutters something under his breath.

Thomas looks up.

'What about Sophie? If anything happens to her I couldnt forgive myself'

 

I woke up to some banging.

'Ughhh...'

I looked at the gate. 3 zombies. I grabbed my knife and made sure they were close enough to the gate. I walked up and put my finger through. the zombies went for it but I pulled it back fast enough and stabbed them in the heads with it. I suddenly realized that I was hungry.

'I should proboly head over to the food court first.'

I grabbed my gear. I held my rifle in front of me. I un-locked it and walked out the gate. I listened for any foot steps. None.

'I'm totally going for taco bell.'

I found my way there. I ate some tacos, after checking them, and realized I should store my food. I looked to the store next door and found a Sub-way. It had a closed sign on the back of the register. I tore it off

'I don't give a s*** if your closed.'

I jumped over the counter and made 4 subs. containing Pepperoni, Onoins, and bacon. I put the subs in my bag and ate the rest of the bacon in the container.
I walked out of the mall a few minutes later and got in my car. I checked the map. 3 miles to the hospital. I checked for any gas stations. 1. I drove and found it. I checked it for gas. I filled up my car and filled up the extra gas container. I grabbed the gas containers from the car in front of me. 2 of them. I made sure they were full to. I put the stuff in the back of my truck. I got in and started driving to the hospital.
I got to the hospital, after half an hour. I looked at the gate and switched to my USP.

'I'm f***ed up.'

I opened the doors and walked in...

 

The first thing that bothers you about the sewers is the smell. Before you even get to them it hits you. Then you get down their and realize that if you run into any zombies, you've got nowhere to run. And that bothers you too.

But mostly, it's the smell.

We make our way through the tunnels as quietly as we can. Kincaid leads the way. It's still hard not to call him Spenser. We trudge along in silence making more twists and turns than I can keep track. It's scary that Kincaid knows where he's going. "What do you do, memorize the entire layout of every city you live in?" I joke.

"Yes."

We walk the next few minutes in silence before Kincaid raises his fist and we stop. "We're here." He climbs the ladder and pops off the manhole cover. A couple of seconds later he decends a few rungs. "All clear. For now. Hospital's right there, but we need to hurry."

A little struggling and we get Jacob's stretcher topside. Nguyen and I join them on the street. To say it's spooky is and understatement. There's no sound except newspapers blowing along the road, and the faint distant sound of a car alarm. We try the front doors, but the electric eye doesn't respond. Rather than making noise breaking the glass we go around to the side only to find an open security door.

"That's not a good sign."

"You're not kidding."

We look at each other for a second. I shrug my shoulders. Jacob groans. "What choice do we have?"

We walk in and I start praying...

 

bam...bam...bam...
I Turn with my USP .45
'F***ing infec.....'
Survivors.
'And this is the best day of my life...'
My mouth and eyes drop wide open, lowering the pistol.

 

"Let's just get it over with, Ok... ready? One... Two... Three... up!"

"None of this is a good sign, so... unless you have a better idea?"
~I motion towards the door, obviously suggesting we continue on. Though the others seem to start to look at each other. Meanwhile, zombies could have picked up our scent, which would draw the massive numbers like they saw at the mall. Not exactly what he had in mind when he got out of his fuel-starved vehicle this morning.~

~I hadn't noticed the strap on my right and left shoulder slowly loosening, mabye it was just that we were here, and my muscles in my shoulder were unknotting. Then suddenly the weight fell away, and I realized something was wrong. I felt the weight shift as my gear fell, I instinctively kept my hold on the left side of the carrier, but dropped the right side, causing it to tip the tip of the right side hitting the ground. I quickly lowered the left side to the ground so Jacob didn't tip out of the carrier. "Guess I'll leave my pack out here till we get back." I felt a large weight fall off my right side... THE PISTOL! I fell to my knees, in attempt to catch my pistol as it dropped off my belt after my gear had fallen. The 2 spare mags hit the ground with a bam, and bounced around as I clutched the pistol with my right hand, my finger outside of the trigger, as I had been taught as a child. Then I appologized to the group for the noise, and picked up the carrier with just to whisper.~
"****, that was close."

 

Everything goes to hell in a second as we pretty much just drop Jacob and bring our rifles up at the noise.

Sonova-

"Who are you? Have you been bitten? Are you alright?"

 

"I'm Ty Heatherman, No I'm not bitten. And Hell no I'm not fine."

I holstered my Usp.

"Same question to you."

 

"Introductions can come later. We've got an injured man here. I'm a doctor and need to treat him. What can you tell us about this place?"

We lower our weapons, all except for Kincaid.

 

"Hospital beds are on the second floor... But I'm pretty sure theres alot of Infected up there. But..."

I chambered a round on my Remington

"Not chicken are you?"

I smiled.

 

I resist the temptation to slap my hand against my forehead. We just lost one crazy man, we don't need another. I hope the kid's just putting on an act to keep himself from losing it.

"Have you been up there? Did you get a head count?" Kincaid asks.

"More importantly," I interrupt, "Do you know if there are any near the surgical areas? And do you know where those are?"

 

"I haven't been up there. I've just checked the map."

I pointed near the desk.

"How the h*** should I know this stuff?"


I picked up a pot of coffee from the desk

"Coffee anyone?"

 

~Whilst the new guy and Kincaid chat... Matt puts down the carrier again and fixes his pack. Making sure everything is secure, and the weight is properly distributed. He jumps a few times to make sure nothing falls off or makes much noise, it seems to be moderately quiet. He checks his magazine, and makes sure its full up. It is down 3 shots, so he pulls out his box of ammo and reloads the 3 shots, one at a time into his magazine, making sure to smack it against his metal canteen to seat all the rounds against the back. He then loads it and pulls the bolt back, letting it slide home, now that its loaded again.~
*Click.... Chunk*
~He holsters it again, and picks the carrier back up, this time not saying the line, as the other person never put it down.~
"Hang on Jacob... we'll get you fixed up real soon."

 

I could really use a assault rifle right now. Hell I'd KILL for a STOCK PILE OF SMGS. I remembered my dad being in the army. I wonder if... Thats it! He smuggled his equipment back. I've got to get over there. I wonder if he has any grenades.

"Where the hell are my keyes?"

I felt my pockets. I searched my backpack. I even checked in the desk.

"Ahhh ****. Can I borrow one of your guy's cars or did you not bring any?"

I said, Still feeling my pockets.

 

"Matt's right. No time to waste. You wanna come, come. But I've got to get this man some treatment."

We start hauling Jacob away. Most hospitals have a similar layout. So I trust my instincts and lead the group as Matt and Nguyen haul Jacob behind me. Then I realize that I've taken point. But it's too late to change that and, really, it's the most logical choice.

"Focus. Injured man. Need to get him some help." I wipe some grime off a sign with my sleeve. Only then do I realize that it's blood and other 'stuff.' I hold my stomach down. "Ok, surgical's on the third floor."

"The lights are still on, which means the generators are still going. But I wouldn't try the elevators."

I nod at Kincaid. "I was afraid you'd say that." We walk over to an entrance to the stairs. I take a deep breath, then open the door, rifleat the ready. But we're only met with silence.

We start moving forward again. The eerie silence finally gets to me "We didn't bring our vehicles with us," I say, answering the new guy's question, trying to fill the quiet. "They're back with the others."

 

F***

"Hell with it. I'll do it after we get him some help. Or during."

I didn't know if i should tell them that my dad and his buddies smuggled their equipment back.

"Heh, Zombies."

 

I ignore our new 'friend's' comment as we reach the right door.

Coming out on the third floor, it feels like the quiet is following us. And it's not just the lack of voices or movement that is disturbing. It's the fact that no equipment is running at all. No monitors beeping, no air moving through the vents. Only the sound of flickering lights running on emergency power and our own footsteps keep us company.

We follow the color coded line on the ground towards . And that's when we see them. The bodies. At first it's just a couple of nurses, one on the floor, another hanging over her station's counter. But then we see doctor's and patients in the recovery rooms, the fear still in their eyes. Their mouths open in silent screams.

"****." I shake my head and press on. I see Nguyen turn a little green, but Kincaid whispers something in his ear and he keeps going.

The bodies stop as we reach X-Ray and the operating rooms. Probably because no one was using them when all hell broke loose. I indicate a door. "Let's get Jacob in here."

Kincaid opens the door, and I instantly wish he hadn't. Laying on the table is what is left of someone. Another victim. And laying behind the side room is another body in only slightly better condition.

"...Let's get Jacob on the table."

 

~Matthew helps bring him over to the table, setting him down lightly. Then he glances over at the corpse over in the corner.~

"What a sad way for a doctor to die."

 

I sigh as we move the bodies out of the way. "Sadly, I've seen worse." With the table clear, we get Jacob on it. He's pale, and looks like he's going into shock.

"We're going to have to work fast. Both of you get outside so you're not exposed to the x-rays. I'll call you back in when I'm done."

They join Kincaid outside who's been standing watch. I get Jacob in position, get behind the screen, and take a snapshot. Replacing the film each time, I take another shot, and another. Each time moving the camera or Jacob to get a clear shot.

It doesn't take long for me to get what I need, and I join the others outside. "I'll start getting these developed. It won't take long, probably half an hour. Then I'll know what I'm dealing with and can operate safely." I look around at the completely unsterile conditions. "As safely as I can."

"I'll need someone to come with me and stand watch."

"I'll do it," Kincaid says.

"Ok. I need you two to carefully move Jacob to a room and keep him warm. We'll prep him for surgery when I get back." Kincaid leads the way as I take the films down the hall and around the corner.

 

I picked up one end as the other guy grabs the other end.

We start to move left into a series of doors

"What door?"

I say motioning to anyone of them.