"Tell me about it," Wanda grimaced, remembering her close brush with death in the diner. "Hey, there's some cool weapons in here. Wanna have a look?"
"Sure," said Amy as she moved closer to the trunk of the police car. "What have we got?"
"Oh, Amy, that is a thing of beauty," Wanda beamed. "I've often dreamed about owning one of them. can I have it, please? Pretty please!"
"Sure, here you go," Amy said as she handed the chainsaw over to Wanda. "I like my katana anyway."
|Josh takes the first of two Objectives from the store and advances to Yellow Level.|
|Phil makes good use of his Matching Set Skill to acquire a pair of SMGs|
"Doug, how nice to see you," Wanda said with a smile. "Have you come to tool up as well?"
"This is your one stop shopping venue for weaponry," Amy added, "and for one day only, it's all free."
"Good morning, Wanda," Doug replied as he nodded at both women. "Let's see what you've got."
"Now this has just made my day," he enthused as he pulled out a pair of 9mm Uzi sub-machine guns. "Thank you, Lord!"
"Another zombie?" Ned asked.
"Yeah," Phil replied. "At first I thought he was an ordinary civilian but he wasn't."
"Okay, guys, I'm going to head back to the diner now," she said. "Anyone want to join me?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll come with you," Amy replied as she watched Wanda skate away and re-enter the diner.
|The first Zombie Spawn card yields an unusual result. The Yellow option would affect two Tiles.|
"Don't just stand there, man. Kill it!" Ned pleaded in a panic-stricken voice.
"Holy Mary, mother of God!" Phil murmured from behind them.
Doug swapped one of his Uzis with his Molotov Cocktail and deftly lit the rag with a Zippo lighter. With all his might he hurled the flaming bottle at the Abomination. He was delighted to see it shatter against the monster's toughened and boney hide, covering it in liquid fire. The Abomination was engulfed in flames from the waist upwards and roared in pain. It staggered backwards clawing at its face. That only made things worse as it tore strips of flesh away. Its knees suddenly gave way and it crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony. It only took a few seconds for it to die but for the four humans who witnessed its death those seconds felt like minutes.
|The death of the Abomination easily takes Doug into the Yellow Level.|
"Fuck me!" Josh exclaimed. "You fucking killed it! That was so fucking incredible!"
"Fuckin' A!" Doug replied. Bad language didn't bother him. He often swore at his co-workers. The office resembled a bombsite before he had thrown the Molotov. Now it looked even worse. It was highly unlikely that he'd find anything of use amongst the debris and rubble but today was his lucky day. Half buried under a chunk of plaster was a pistol. He pulled it free and recognised it as a 9mm M92 Beretta S8.
"I'm having you," he said as he removed it from its place of concealment. Now with a sawed-off shotgun in each hand he walked out of the storeroom, into the office, then outside, moving away from Doug, Ned and Phil towards six Walkers.
|Ned takes the second Objective from the store and advances to Yellow Level. The scope fitted to his rifle meant he could target ANY zombie at range, ignoring the usual targeting priority.|
"Who does this belong to?" Amy asked.
"A local pimp," Wanda answered with a sneer. "The guy's a total asshole!"
He checked out what was left of the weapons in the police car's trunk. He could have taken a baseball bat or a machete but he was happy enough with what he had so he left them alone. He headed back to Ned and Phil.
Wanda chuckled as she climbed over the side of the car into the front passenger seat. With her roller-skates on there was no way she could drive. As she settled down she noticed something nestling between the two front seats. It was a weapon, but a most unusual one. Someone had fixed a machete to a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun. On the handle was the inscription, "Ma's Shotgun." She wondered who Ma was. It certainly wasn't the pimp who owned the car.
"Hey, Amy," she called, "do you want this?"
"Too right I do!" Amy replied as she tucked her sawed-off shotgun at her left side behind her studded belt. She correctly guessed that Wanda must have wanted to repay the favour of her letting the waitress take the chainsaw that Amy had found earlier. "This is way cooler than my sawed-off. Thanks, Wanda."
"Let's rock and roll!" she roared as she pressed one foot hard on the accelerator. The car lurched forward, quickly gaining momentum.
|A car kills any zombie with one Wound on the roll of 4+. Incredibly, Amy scored 4 successes!|
"Holy shit!" Amy exclaimed, climbing out of the car. "I got them all!"
"How did you do that?" Wanda asked incredulously. "I've never seen anything like that before. That was just amazing!"
"Pure luck," Amy replied honestly.
|Amy's 4 kills advances her to Yellow Level.|
"I thought you might need a hand, kid," he said, stepping closer to the undead trio.
"Go for it," Josh replied, happy to have Doug's company, but more importantly, the extra firepower.
Just as before, Doug fired two short bursts from his twin Uzis, and killed all three Walkers.
|The dice gods redress the balance by giving Doug 6 misses to make up for Amy's 4 hits.|
He fired both sawed-off shotguns at once and blasted the two Walkers in the head.
"There's more of them coming all the time, Ned," Phil remarked. "Wanna give me a hand to thin their numbers?"
"Only too happy to oblige, Phil," Ned responded. A 7.62mm bullet from his sniper rifle blew a large hole in the back of the skull of the nearest Walker.
|Phil advances to Yellow Level courtesy of that second kill.|
"Fine. You go ahead," Amy replied. "I'll catch up with you later. Stay safe."
Wanda skated past Ned and Phil into the smouldering wreckage of the store's office. She shivered as she saw the still burning corpse of the Abomination. She did not want to know what it was or who it was. She quickly moved through the frozen food department into the main store. Acting on instinct, she searched behind the counter and was rewarded by finding a box of ammo that was full of shotgun cartridges. What a lucky find, she thought. She only just managed to squeeze the ammo box into her apron pouch, which was now full.
"Gee, thanks," Josh replied unenthusiastically.
Doug opened the second locker in the lobby. He had not searched it before and he was curious to know if it contained anything useful. It did. Inside was a selection of canned food and a small jerrycan full of gasoline. Having seen what a Molotov Cocktail could do to an Abomination he wanted the gasoline. The canned food would also be useful if the world was really going to hell but there was no way he could carry them all. He made a quick decision and discarded his pistol to make room for the jerrycan of gasoline.
"Absolutely" Ned replied confidently. He had every right to feel confident as his fourth shot blew a 7.62mm sized hole through the skull of a second Walker.
Phil said nothing. Actions meant more than words. He easily killed the nearest Walker with a head-shot from his hunting rifle.
"Heh, I can't argue with that," Ned said approvingly.
To be continued.