Aberrant: Dead Rising - 11g: Schrodinger's Zed

[Dawn OOC]

Dr. Akina was contacted on last time to let him know that Myfwanny was leaving, and a time and date was settled for their next meeting. Hoku was understandably busy, but one of the Islanders who wasn’t fighting the invaders thanked them for their visit. Then they were ready.

Adam collected himself and drew on his power. There was a moment of nothing, then the ground before him shimmered. Bomb bay doors made of steel formed out of the pavement and then swung down. The opening revealed the rooftop of some building. The sound of something large burning vigorously and screams and gunfire told them that they weren’t too late to save at least someone.

Fox rose slipped under Kristin’s truck; a moment later, the vehicle rose into the air and hovered over the open doors. “Everyone in the hole!” Fox shouted from underneath. “Move!”

The scene on the other side was a fine slice of hell. Most of the buildings had been RVs, and now most of them burned as their tanks caught fire. Many of them only had a sliver of fuel, but once the RVs themselves caught, they burned nicely. The refuge was a criss-cross of vehicles and the occasional building, surrounded by the fence. Beyond the fence was a mass of zombies, all clambering to get inside.

Fox set Kristin down next to the building the others were on. “Dan! You’re in charge. I need to get back to DC,” he ordered, rolling from under the truck and taking to the air. He rose into the air before hovering before Dan. “I’m going to clear a few outside and then go.” He paused and looked down meaningfully at Kristin. “Take care of everyone.” He did not add, Especially the pregnant girl but it was in his eyes.

[Dan Hawkins]

Dan nodded, looking to the others. "Kristen, James, hit them hard." He gave James a look that clearly meant watch out for her.

"Remember there's superzoms too."

He looked to Adam and Myfwany. "Adam, take Myfwany and try to find any survivors." He'd allow Adam to decide about Julia and trusted them to call him if need be.

Draygo he didn't know, and figured could handle himself.

He took to the sky and began knocking off any nearby Zombies with his battle rifle.

[Courier]

A fallen refuge. James dismissed the small part of himself which said it was time to load his family into an SUV and flee.

James said to Kristen, "I'm going to leap both of us into the middle of that, agreed?"

[Krysti-Lynn Magnussen]

Kristin's jade coloured eyes gleamed under the reflected light of the burning RVs, lips twitching into something that unnervingly resembled something akin to a grin. Steely, superhuman muscles rippled beneath perfectly bronzed skin as the well-developed teen tensed with excitement and impending release. These, these, she could lash out against and no one would care how many men zombs she killed, they'd even applaud her for it. There were so many and the thought of being buried under that putrid flesh didn't disgust her, knowing this time at least, she'd go down fighting, no surrender. And then, she wouldn't have to worry about the thing growing inside her.

Ashley will be okay at the Refuge, she'll have everyone in the supply shed. She'll be fine.

Kristen slid out her truck, hand gripping dully gleaming length of her well-used axe. She glanced up at the powerful bulk of James, and after one narrow-eyed look of warning, and a mumbled, "Watch your hands," she nodded, turning to face the slender girth of the fence restraining the writhing and convulsing mass of the undead.

[Courier]

James replied, "Always" and grabbed Kristin by her upper arm, then leaped towards the gunfire, trying to angle things so he wouldn't end up in the fire.

[Stargaizer]

Draygo stretched, joints and scales popping. He sniffed the air and scanned in front of him in the visible, infrared and ultraviolet spectrums.

Man that's a lot of zombies...

The smell of death and of man-made materials burning was thick in the air. The groans of those that should be dead, and the clink of the chainlink that kept them from making others as they were filled his ear-holes.

It was time to prove himself.

His backwards bent knees flexed, and with a flap of his large leathery wings, he was airborne. It was a short flight, and he made sure that he had a 'fresh' batch of zombies, so that he wouldn't accidentally hurt any friendlies, and there was less chance of any friendlies targeting him.

Draygo decided to land in the middle of the writhing mass, and that it would be best if he introduced himself 'with a bang'. Directly over the head of a hapless undead, he simply stopped flapping. A couple of seconds later, his taloned feet were standing in a shallow crater, the already decaying bones of a zombie crunching underfoot.

A grim smirk tugged the corner of Draygo's mouth as he flexed his fingers and let out a low rumble of a growl.

[Dan Hawkins]

Up above, the Marine Captain's face was an expressionless mask as his battle rifle barked repeatedly, each time a zombie fell, generally missing most of its head. He said nothing, providing fire support for his allies, and laying the undead to rest.

[SalmonMax]

"Adam, can you get us both inside the fence?" Myfwany asked, shading her eyes as she took the horrific scene in. There would be casualties, wounded...some might even be saveable. The situation was too desperate for 'real' medicine this time. She'd have to save as much power as she could for healing. Even so, she spared some for her enhanced senses as well. She wanted very much to view the zombies with every sense available to her. And she'd need her ability to see the 'life energy' of people to know who could be saved, and for whom it was too late.

"Not too far in," she said. "We can't see what it's like in there. Wait, no." She had a sudden flash. Pressed survivors fighting for their lives. Suddenly two humanoid figures appear out of nowhere right next to them. A recipe for unfortunate misunderstandings.

"Not too close to the zombies. Around to the side. We don't want to startle them."

[Krysti-Lynn Magnussen]

James jumped them into the midst of the zombie horde and Kristin threw herself into an acrobatic roll to absorb the impact of landing, coming up with her axe flashing with swift, powerful arcs. She charged into the undead legion, voice raised in something between a fierce battlecry and ecstatic laughter.

Each blow loped off heads, severed arms or legs, or split torsos in twain. She lashed out with fists and elbows and kicks, crushed faces into her knees, and if the occasional zombie survived the blow, it didn't survive the second. The sheer power behind each strike sent zombies flying backwards into those behind them, knocking them into tumbled heaps.

Though the eerily beautiful, muscular teen flowed through horde with grace and deftness, she made no attempt at defending herself. By far, most of the grasping talons of the zombies were unable to penetrate her perfect, bronzed skin, and the few that did left shallow gashes and scratches that healed without a trace in mere seconds.

Though blood and viscera flew through the air, none seemed to land on the real-life Buffy, her pale blond hair glistening under the ruddy light thrown by the burning Rvs. Her flawlessly white teeth gleamed through a vicious grin as she pictured each zomb going down as one more man who had touched her, hurt her, and who never would again. There wasn't enough of them to make up for her brother becoming one them, for the time she had spent in Paradise, but they were an outlet for the rage she feared she'd never be able to quell.

[BlueNinja]

As everyone prepares to leap away, Adam speaks clearly, swiftly pointing. "Supplies and ammo," he points at the building beneath their feet. "Barracks," he points at the corrugated metal roofs, just visible beyond the burning RVs, and the source of most of the gunfire. "Sniper towers," he points east down the lone asphalt road, and the towers themselves can be seen, a swarm of zombies surrounding the base of each one.

As everyone else leaps, flies, or otherwise charges away, Adam turns to Myfwany. "Watch Julia for a moment," he says, voice firm and commanding. "I'm getting more firepower." His revolver comes out of his pocket, and he calmly empties the six spent brass back into his pocket. Then, holding it as a club, he steps off the building.

The doors have been battered off the hinges, the cheap metal laying bent and twisted on the floor, covering half-devoured bodies. Without a word, the pistol butt whips out, bashing in skulls in a second each. Moving further into the building, Adam steps into Dave's office, firmly ignoring the splash of blood over the maps on the wall and opening the extra-large cooler on the floor. Two other forty-five calibur revolvers are still inside, though someone took the sawed-off, and Adam dumps both guns into his pockets, along with the box and a half of ammo. He hurries out, making a simple leap back to the roof.

Loading all three revolvers hurriedly, he offers one to Myf. "I ... I can't blast the groups by the towers," he says, voice flat with repressed emotion. "It would bring them crashing down, and a thirty-foot fall is nothing to sneeze at. There's normally three people per tower, but they've got to be running low on ammo by now." An isolated gunshot came from that direction, a brief glimpse of dark skin visible over the side of the wall. "But those zombies are going to pull it down sooner or later anyway."

Turning back to his niece, he hands her the other two loaded revolvers and the box of ammo. "Sweetie, you're up here on lookout. Help watch the doctor's back."

Gulping, the girl tucks one revolvers into the pocket of her sweat pants, clutching the other like a teddy bear. "Where are you going?"

Turning back to the front of the compound, Adam stares at the remains of their wall. "I'm going to get a car." Then he leaps, aiming to come down just on the other side of the ruined stack of steel and fiberglass.

[Courier]

James let his burning blade spring into his hand after he landed. Even as he made head level cuts he tried to keep track of Kristin and then quickly gave that up. Darn it. She's berserking or something close. Anger management in action. She's also not trying to defend herself. No, she's fine, it's her kid she's not trying to defend. And she's already been scratched, if that's a problem then it's too late.

And if I step close to her to try to 'help' we'll end up fighting each other. Fine.

James let Kristin move off and focussed on trying to kill his way to the Barracks.

[Stargaizer]

Draygo's low rumbling growl drew the attention of those zombies close to him. They closed in around him, but his leathery wings and bulletproof scales were more than a match for whatever the zombies could dish out.

Then it was his turn. With a roar, he released a pillar of lightning into the sky, momentarily making the area as bright as day in a way that made the numerous fires burning seem pale and sheepish in comparison. Then, with a mighty swing of his arm, he dismembered the zombies in an arc to his right.

He took a step forward, out of the small, zombie-goo filled crater that he had created.

Swipe Down went the zombies on his left.

Another step.

Swipe Down went more zombies on his right.

Another step.

Draygo's roar and light show had caught the attention of more zombies, and dripping in ichor, he waded into the thickest part that he could see, leaving a trail of zombie body pieces behind in a wake that quickly closed back in with living dead.

[Dawn OOC]

The zombies crowded closer still, mindless of the true dead under their feet. They were also mindless of the people that struck them down without hesitation or effort - there was nothing in their ghastly minds that could comprehend death anymore.

The team was more or less mowing their way to the trapped civilians, though the going was slow. At the tower, the first zombie pulled itself higher than its companions, clawing for a higher perch.

It was pure chaos and hell.

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You guys are facing east; the tower is in the south east corner while the group of people appears to be in the north. Just so that people can reference that and tell me where they are going. I just need to know what your intentions are so that I can describe what you see.

[Krysti-Lynn Magnussen]

Kristin waded through the surging mass of undead flesh, hot and flushed with an almost sexual thrill. Though she was broad-shouldered, muscular for a full-grown woman, let alone a teenaged girl, Kristin was only just over five feet taller and very few of the zombs were shorter than her. She could hear the gunfire, but could see little more than the zombs reaching for her.

But she could see the zombie pulling itself up the outside of the tower like a diseased monkey. That one wasn't striving for her, it was trying to get away, trying to get a trapped food. She wasn't going to let it. She swung her axe in a scathing arc in front of her, slung into the sheath on her back, then bulled her way forward.

She plowed through the tide of undead like a Mack Truck, thick shoulders and hard fists sending the zombies ahead of her scattering out of her path like bowling pins. She laughed viciously.

Closing on the base of the tower, she crouched slightly, watching the zombie pull itself higher, then jumped, springing twenty feet straight up and across, her inhumanly strong fingers gouging out a grip on the tower. She looked down, finding the zombie right below her. A heel stomped down and she smiled with brutal satisfaction as its skull was crushed into its neck.

Kristin climbed up the tower, strength and skill making amazingly short work of it. Before anyone on top could look over the side, Kristin made the railing and flipped over it, looking like a young, Olympic gymnast that had eaten pair of Playboy Centerfolds and a bodybuilder. Her jade eyes were bright, stiff nipples tenting her thin, tight shirt as she looked around.

"Anyone still alive up here?"

[BlueNinja]

As Kristin scales one tower, Adam lands just outside the wall near the other one. Stepping up, he picks up a sports car anchoring the top of the wall. "Leave my people alone!" he shouts, lifting the car above his head, and slamming it down inside the wall like a flyswatter. Taking a deep breath, he reaches down and lifts it up again. He can't kill them all like this, but hopefully the distraction will give whoever was up there a chance to regroup. Or he could jump up there and get them after thinning the horde.

[SalmonMax]

Myfwany dazedly accepts a revolver, makes sure the safety's on, and stuffs it into the waistband of her pants. She needed her hands free. Surveying the situation, she murmured, "Too many of them, too few of us. I wonder."

With a hand on Julia's shoulder to keep her from wandering, Myfwany closed her eyes for barely longer than it took to blink. For her though, the difference was stark. It was like focusing a microscope...at one setting you saw one thing, but twist the dial and something entirely new faded in to replace it.

The world became a matrix of green and yellow lines of force, all moving, all interacting. It was dizzyingly complicated, but Myfwany found that she could easily keep up with it. It was exhilarating, but also disquieting. She was still changing. Everyone was. Where would it end?

The desert lay all around Las Vegas; a barren wasteland according to most human perceptions. Myf saw it differently now. It was a vibrant ecology, full of life in its own way. The city too was not just a den of zombies. Coyotes, dogs, cats, birds of all kinds. She saw their threads, and the places where those threads connected to yet more. Yellow streams exploded from inside her, stretching out to pluck those threads as one might pluck at a guitar's strings. New connections could be formed. New insticts. New imperatives.

Come to the place the two-legged ones are...attack the dead that move!

As she waited for the reinforcements, she took a moment to study the zombies...this time with all her enhanced senses active.

(OOC - Using Nature Mastery to summon as many critters as I can. When they arrive, I'll direct them against the zombies...not so much to destroy them, as to distract them from attacking the towers and keep them confused. In the meantime, using Quantum Attunement to study the zombs to see if there's any hint of "our kind" of power invested into them, or radiating from them.)

[BlueNinja]

Originally Posted By: Kristin Mackenzie

Kristin climbed up the tower, strength and skill making amazingly short work of it. Before anyone on top could look over the side, Kristin made the railing and flipped over it, looking like a young, Olympic gymnast that had eating a Playboy Centerfold and a bodybuilder. Her jade eyes were bright, stiff nipples tenting her thin, tight shirt as she looked around.

"Anyone still alive up here?"

A tall black man whirls around at Kristin's entrance, automatically sighting down a rifle at her before lowering it. "Y-Y-You're," he gulps, then tries again. "You're like him, like Adam. I'm Black Dave," he says. "This is Wei," he gestures to the asian-looking teenager next to him, who raises a hand in greetings. "We've got five bullets between the two of us."

[Courier]

James killed two more zombies and three more stepped up behind them. A zombie who had gotten behind him grabbed his shoulder, James through him into the mass, and another zombie bit him on the leg. This wasn't working. The zombies could not hurt him but the war was more than the warrior. He could kill, and kill, and kill, but everyone he'd come here to save would die while he was busy trying to bail out the ocean. He was going to lose by winning. Crap.

James noticed Kristin head to the tower and decided he wouldn't follow. Instead James picked a spot in front of him where the zombies seemed interested in a building, maybe the barracks Adam had mentioned, and leaped there into them. It was like diving into a diseased ocean of teeth.

James yelled, "Anyone alive in here?"

[Stargaizer]

This fight was getting to Draygo. Not mentally, not physically; he wasn't thinking about anything and the teeth and hands of the zombies around him couldn't penetrate his natural armor.

No, the rush of combat, well, not combat so much as slaughter (if one could be said to slaughter something that's already dead) was stirring something primal in Draygo. He had never waded through this many undead before, never felt this powerful before... it was intoxicating. The primal side of the dragon within Draygo was flaring, the fire within him burning.

Draygo leaned forward, bringing his mouth more inline with the zombie's chests, opened wide his mouth and let forth a string of lighting that arced from one undead to the next. He finished with another roar, straightened back to his full upright height and followed in the wake of his lightning blast, mowing down zombies a swipe at a time.

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Draygo isn't heading in any specific direction, just towards the highest concentration of zombies that he sees. Dawn, pick whatever direction makes the best story.

[Krysti-Lynn Magnussen]

Kristin's cute nose scrunched up as she scowled at the reference comparing her to a man, any man, along with the rifle pointed at her face. For an instant, the thought that she could make them eat their guns then kill both of them and get away with it in the chaos of the seething dead flashed through her mind before she shamefully suppressed it. I won't let him turn me into something of his.

Kristin's lips peeled back in a fierce, forced grin, Black Dave and Wei feeling a trace of unease at the dichotomy between her rippling, curvaceous, distinctly adult body and her teenaged, wholesomely sensual face. She swung her Remington Pump-Action Shotgun off a thickly muscled shoulder and handed it to Black Dave, along with her ammo-belt of extra shells. She preferred her axe anyway.

"Here, these should help you some, but I want the gun back, after," she said succinctly. "I'm Kristin. Adam and Julia found me and the others from The Refuge in Hawaii and we came to help."

The odd girl prowled around the balustraded edge of the tower like a caged jungle cat, casually kicking the few zombies that came in reach, sending flying through the air. "Now, how do we get you out of here? I can probably clear enough of the zombs to give you a chance to get out of the tower. Do you have another way back inside your compound so you don't have to go through at that." She stood on her toes and nodded at the mass of undead and burning wreckage between, then peered at her truck beyond the fence, judging the distance. "I can probably throw you there, but I don't think you'd like that."

Kristin turned around and looked at the men with an arched eyebrow, a hand resting on her cocked hip, as she negligently reduced a zombie's head to goo with the back of her axe. "Well, you have any ideas?"

[Dawn OOC]

Cries and howls rose to greet Myfwanny’s mental call. At first, she wasn’t sure what was coming; then a raven led a flock of various birds into a dive bomb into the morass of undead flesh. Hawks came to rend and tear; vultures pecked and ripped. The birds were only the first; feral dogs arrived to surge through the hole in the fence while coyotes followed at their heels. Wild cats squeezed in and latched onto ankles with a single-minded ferocity. Rodents scampered up to do their part, their sharp little teeth reducing supporting tendons to hamburger.

Myfwanny was too busy to see her own results; she was staring at the zombies with single-minded diligence. Throughout them, she saw that gray aura that signified that the unliving were nonetheless animated. But there was no golden aura like the supers had-

A patch of darkness caught her eye. The zombie wasn’t pushing or milling forward; it perched on the top of a RV clad in tattered clothing. There was a Knowing about it that chilled Myfwanny and she shivered and fought the urge to hide from it. Its aura was black – not gray but a void without color.

James screamed his question and then listened trying to ignore the groans of the dead around him. From inside, he heard the unmistakable sound of a child crying. Pressing forward, he peered into the window, through the boards that had been nailed over the broken glass. He couldn’t see the child but he could see that zombies were slowly tearing down the opposite wall.

Draygo hacked and sizzled his way through the mass of zombies, feeling a bit more of his nature unleash itself in reply to the carnage. How great it would be to do this all the time! How awesome it would be to always feel his power! He was DRAGON! That which made him a man was slowly slipping away in the face of this supreme might.

Pain lanced him from behind and the dragon spun to meet the challenge. Nothing was there, but he could feel the warm trickle of blood down his back. It quickly healed, but he wasn’t happy with that. Who dared to strike a dragon?

He instinctively turned to find a zombie flickering into existence. The zombie actually looked surprised and he lashed out at it – as it snapped away into nothingness. Only the black ichor on his claws told him he’d hurt it.

“Uh…” Black Dave’s first thought was that she could jump and carry them over to safety, but something about that smile told him that was a really, really bad idea. “We can try to run it, if you can clear a path.”

“No way!” Wei squeaked, making him seem younger than Kristin. “No way am I running through a bunch of zombies where I could get bit!”

[BlueNinja]

Originally Posted By: Kristin Mackenzie

"Here, these should help you some, but I want the gun back, after," she said succinctly. "I'm Kristin. Adam and Julia found me and the others from The Refuge in Hawaii and we came to help."

The odd girl prowled around the balustraded edge of the tower like a caged jungle cat, casually kicking the few zombies that came in reach, sending flying through the air. "Now, how do we get you out of here? I can probably clear enough of the zombs to give you a chance to get out of the tower. Do you have another way back inside your compound so you don't have to go through at that." She stood on her toes and nodded at the mass of undead and burning wreckage between, then peered at her truck beyond the fence, judging the distance. "I can probably throw you there, but I don't think you'd like that."

Kristin turned around and looked at the men with an arched eyebrow, a hand resting on her cocked hip, as she negligently reduced a zombie's head to goo with the back of her axe. "Well, you have any ideas?"

Black Dave gulps, then looks over the edge again, before smashing another zombie in the face with his rifle stock. "We can hold out up here a little while longer, I think. On the other side of the barracks," he points through the smoke, where the zombies are thickest, and some kind of reptilian beast is tearing through the crowd, "we acquired an APC from the Air Force." He pauses as Wei leans over, and shoots another zombie off the tower side. "It was gassed up. If it's still there, that'll be our safest bed to get out of here."

On the ground, Adam lifts the car, swatting another zombies into the ground as the back of the crowd turns towards him. He saw Kristin go up into the other tower, so he's trying to beat down the horde here, at least enough to give them a fighting chance. He looks up, seeing Patrick lean over the edge, a revolver in each hand, and blow away two more zombies climbing the sides. Then right behind him came the flicker that heralded a teleporting zombie. "Behind you!" Adam shouted, a moment too slow, as the creature plants its claws into Patrick's shoulders - and vanishes, taking the man with it.

[Karren Gaunt]

Sarah crested a small hill and frowned, blue eyes narrowed as she took in the enclave of survivors she was supposed to be helping out. Swamped by Zeds. Burning. More signs of death than life. 'Not Good' was such a horribly callous way of putting it, part of the 'old her', and the 6'10 nova wracked herself inside for even thinking it, but... That's what it looked like from here.

Still, there was the sound of gunfire coming from the towers, and the way the hoard was moving seemed to say *something* had it's attention other then helpless victims. A rather large something that spat lightning, in fact. And several other clues there were other metahumans about.

Sarah would think about that later though, exhaling as a breeze ran through her shoulder-length hair and rustled her clothes. She broke into a run for the closest, besieged guardtower, stride lengthing even as she moved, quantum forces doubling her size and octupling her mass, hands squeezed into fists to smash and clear the Zeds away from the survivors shooting from inside. As soon as she closed the distance that was...

[Stargaizer]

Draygo lifted his talon to his nose and sniffed. The black ichor burned his nostrils, but he sniffed anyway. They had swapped blood. It had drawn some of his, not a small feat in and of itself, and he had drawn some of its.

The hunt was on...

With a bend of his backwards facing knees and a stretch of his powerful wings, he readied himself to fly. And with a powerful thrust, and a mighty flap (that decapitated several zombies that had drawn near) he launched himself into the air, the 'regular' zombies forgotten.

Draygo only had eyes for one zombie... the one with whom he had swapped blood.

That which made him man stopped its' not so slow decent into oblivion, but it didn't make much headway in coming back. Even in legends dragons were smart and cunning, but Draygo had something else. Even dampened by primal fury, he still had human intelligence. That, hopefully, gave him an edge.

From above the 'battlefield', Draygo used his supernatural perceptions to try and find his quary so that he could swoop down and either crush or slash his prey into the final oblivion.

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It was pretty obvious that Draygo could take out some zombies, but it's chance/skill/luck that he'll be able to find the teleporting zombie... that's why I rolled.

(Draygo): per + awareness check to look for teleporting zombie

(11:37:05) (Draygo): mega first

(11:37:21) ChatBot: (Draygo) rolls 7d10 and gets 9,9,1,7,5,1,10.

(11:37:34) (Draygo): re-roll 10 for observant

(11:37:39) ChatBot: (Draygo) rolls 1d10 and gets 3.

(11:38:11) (Draygo): 2x sux for mega = 5sux @ std diff

[Dan Hawkins]

Dan was picking off the zombies but there were still so many. then he saw the fourteen foot tall woman and smiled. There were other supers here.

He spared a few moments to fly near her, his battle rifle barking a number of times, killng zombies with each shot. "Nice to see someone else here clearing out horde."

He offered her what passed for a smile, and shot some of the zombies that were focusing on the tower. "You a Native?"

[Karren Gaunt]

"No," answered the megamorph distractedly, pausing her pace to aim a booted kick at a Zed in her way that sent it flying into a wall some yards away with a very organic crunch, "But I was coming here to help them get-by. Talk more after we take care of these and save the survivors."

Sarah had never been good at combat banter, and got into motion again with an apolegetic smile in return, hoping to draw as many of the hoard off the barking gun tower by virtue of being a much more obvious, much more imediate target, pulping a zed with each downward hammer fist and piledriver kick. It would be very hard to miss in a mob this dense.

[Dan Hawkins]

Dan nodded, immediately deciding this woman would be one worth knowing, she knew what was important. He finished emptying his last clip, and sighed. "Time for the basics."

Around him, a brilliant field of electricity formed, his protective shell, and around each of his hands, lightning formed. He launched forward into the horde, slicing through zombies as though they weren't there, his physical power far beyond a normal man's.

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activating forcefield and claws

(14:55:31) ChatBot: (Dan_Hawkins) rolls 6d10 and gets 9,10,5,6,3,10.

(14:55:46) (Dan_Hawkins): reroll

(14:55:56) ChatBot: (Dan_Hawkins) rolls 2d10 and gets 5,7.

(14:56:00) ChatBot: (Dan_Hawkins) rolls 1d6 and gets 6.

(14:56:06) (Dan_Hawkins): mega

(14:56:11) ChatBot: (Dan_Hawkins) rolls 2d10 and gets 1,2. 4 successes +11/+11 soak

[Krysti-Lynn Magnussen]

"An APC, is that harder to drive than a truck?" the muscular teen asked uncertainly as she peered through fire and smoke towards the barracks and the seething miasma of zombs surrounding it. Kristin inhaled sharply when she saw the Dragon-Man suddenly soar straight up with a snapping flap of his wings.

"Not really," Black Dave said. "It just has a few more options, but it's really just an armoured truck." Black Dave gave her a quick rundown on the vehicle's controls as hereached inside the neck of his shirt, pulling out a set of keys strung on a metal chain necklace and handed them to her. "Here, several us have keys for the thing, just in case."

Kristin tucked them securely into a tight pocket and gave Black Dave a nod. "I'll be right back, I swear," Kristin promised, hands gripping the railing as she prepared to leap over the side. "Try not to get kill before I get here, 'kay?"

"I'm planning on getting killed after you get here either!" Wei exclaimed, the shotgun roaring in his hands as he blasted several more zombies. He yanked his eyes off the woman's (girl's?) taut ass as without further banter, Kristin launched herself over the side in a great leap cover over seventy feet.

Kristin landed on the smoldering heap of a RV with a loud thump and immediately jumped again on her way to the barracks and hopefully the APC. At the apogee of her third jump, her fierce grin turned into an open-mouth gasp as she caught sight of the giant-sized woman smashing zombies behind the concealing bulk of the second tower. Now I feel really short, she thought with a surprising pang of envy, her surprise causing her to land roughly.

With a sharp, high-pitched curse, Kristin turned her stumble into a graceful, gymnastic tumble and came up leaping again. Through the smoke stinging her eyes, she looked for the armoured bulk of the APC.

[Courier]

Contact! Hope flared but James realized success was still far away. Underscoring the point, two zombies knocked him off his feet while he was distracted. Other zombies grabbed his legs and bit, mindlessly holding him down.

Darn it! What idiot decided to take a hoard from the middle? And watch the strength. Throw one through that wall and you're helping them. No, don't throw them...

James grabbed the ground and Pushed, sending him and two others flying upward. All three of them landed on the roof with an uncoordinated thump.

[BlueNinja]

Discarding the car, Adam makes a small hop to the top of the wall of cars, ripping out a length of steel bar. The weapon in hand, he leaps for the top of the tower where Patrick was just taken, barely clearing the railing. The inside of the tower is covered in spent casings and shotgun shells, but whatever defenders were here are now missing. Bending over, he picks up an almost empty box, tucking it into the crook of his arm and steps over to look out at the other tower, seeing Wei appear over the side for a moment, the shotgun booming as Kristin leaps away.

For a brief instant, he's distracted by the fourteen-foot tall woman stepping easily over the wall, then he looks down. "Eat nuclear fire, you sons of bitches!" His empty hand flings downward, the golden light forming and flying into the crowd below him in an instant. As the explosion forms, Adam leaps for the other tower, landing on the roof and swinging down inside. "Here, I grabbed the last of the ammo before I brought down the house."

Where the other tower used to stand is now a blackened crater, the platform collapsed into rubble when the support posts disintegrated. "Good thing we built these things forty feet tall," Black Dave says, reloading a revolver from the box of ammo. "So, fifteen more bullets. Holy crap, man, where'd you find all these other super people? I mean, a freaking super-model, lightning dude, a dragon??"

Adam grins, lifting the steel bar like a pool cue and smacking a zombie clear of the tower as its head appears over the railing. "Awesome, huh? I don't know about the giantess, though, she didn't come with us. The rest of them are from someplace called 'The Refuge' somewhere in the midwest." Eyes alert, he scans what he can see through the smoke for another teleporting super-zombie.

[Karren Gaunt]

Gloved hands stained with the viscera of dispatched Zeds and pant legs above her boots tattered and torn from the mostly-futile attacks of the hoard, Sarah finally closed with her target. She grabbed a Zed from the guntower's side and threw it back the way she had come from, only half-listening to the following impact as she plucked off another and dropped it straight down to grind it's head to paste under her heel.

Okay. She was here. Now to do what Morgan showed her was the right thing to do.

"You okay in there?" she called up at the top of the tower, turning around to look down at the Zeds surrounding her, a thought willing a minor leg wound to knit up in a crackle of quantum. At least there was definitely less of them now than when she, no, they had started.

[Dan Hawkins]

Dan took to keeping the Zombies off the large woman, clearly she had other things on her mind.

He threw them into each other, and his electricity wreathed hands scythed through them with accomplished ease. It was all too easy to him, just a big horde. Their attacks glanced off his barrier, and didn't faze him at all. He tightened his guard, knowing that there were superzombies around and called to her.

"Keep in mind, there are zombies here somewhat like us, they're more than the normal deadhead."

[Courier]

James stopped himself from sliding off by grabbing the roof. The two zombies stopped themselves from sliding off by grabbing him and biting down. More free to act away from the hoard, James kicked one of them off the roof. Then he sliced the one on top of him in half at the waist. The half-zombie bit down harder and covered James in blood and gore.

James speared it's head and turned it off like a light socket. He thought, Yuck. Never cut them in half when they're on top of you. All that blood greased the roof too, watch it.

So now what? Drop down the other side and defend the front? If it works it still won't work. There's three other sides to this building. Don't lose by winning, win by losing. Go in, get the people out, let the zoms take the empty building afterwards.

James yelled, "I'm coming inside" and started cutting a hole in the roof.

[SalmonMax]

Myfwany frowned and pulled Julia closer, half-stepping between her and the zombie on the RV as animals flapped and ran and jumped all around them. Its aura was disturbing, but it did seem to disprove the notion that zombies were somehow connected to super abilities. Their animating energy was totally different...

Her eyes widened as a memory flickered in her mind's eye.

She was studying James' aura, then Fox's. They looked superficially similar...golden halos, with small black dots.

..small black dots.

Some supers had more black in their auras than others. Most had relatively little. But the ones who had more... Myf quickly ran through her mental checklist, picking out the supers who had noticeably more black in their auras. She then concentrated on the results of their first checkups, where she'd made lists of any abnormalities...

Her heart lurched. She'd want more data before a final conclusion, but the list of people with serious mutations was very similar to the list of people she'd noticed with a lot of dark in their auras.

Causal? Premature. Both phenomenon might originate from a common, as yet unobserved, source.

But maybe there was something she could do to test this.

Myfwany concentrated on that zombie on the RV roof, and sent an arrow of her power straight at it, trying to interfere with that 'dark' power the same way she could interfere with 'gold' energy from supers.

(Trying to use Disrupt on RB zombie)

[Karren Gaunt]

Originally Posted By: Dan Hawkins

"Keep in mind, there are zombies here somewhat like us, they're more than the normal deadhead."

That was an unpleasant idea the megamorph had heard of before, one Sarah had always chocked up to survivor panic or the desire to not lose face when fear just made them freeze in place. But coming from another metahuman... Food for thought and cause for action. That, and the shots coming from the gun-nest was probably answer enough to her question.

She started driving the hoard back from the tower Zed by Zed again, motions smooth and effcient as they were deadly, a double-handed blow crushing a skull there, a back-handed slap knocking another target down for a cracking stomp here, picking up and slamming down a third Zed trying to assault her leg after that... Sarah's expression was hard and focussed on the task at hand, blue eyes angry as she fought to do her part in keeping as many of these people alive as well as she could. The buzzing knot of questions that related to why this had happened, and just how this many cooperating metahumans showed at a place supposedly short on them could wait until there was time for proper introductions.

[Krysti-Lynn Magnussen]

Kristin caught a sight of James cutting his way into the barracks and she left him to it for as the thick clouds of smoke became gilded with gold from the nuclear fire that destroyed the second tower, she saw the deep grey APC. Landing after her latest leap, Kristin picked up the rusting bulk of an abandoned car, steel crumbling beneath her small hands and used it as a battering ram as she charged for the APC, zombies flying from her path as if struck by a locomotive.

When she came alongside the APC, she tossed the car aside, scything through more zombies and hopped on top, kicking one zombie clear before she scampered through the hatch of the M113. She spun the hatch closed then shifted over to the driver's seat, eyes widening for a moment at the sight of all the controls and levers. Okay, just ignore most of them, they're just for extra things you don't need now. There's the ignition and there's the gas and there's what passes for a wheel. Those are all you need.

It took a moment, but then the APC rumbled to life with a deep, guttural roar, it's treads crunching, kicking a thick spray of dirt as it shot forward. Twelve tonnes didn't move easily, but it was implacable, zombies offering it no resistance as it steadily picked up speed. Kristin crowed in fierce delight. It might not have been a viscerally satisfying as using her hands or axe, but this was the closest thing to a tank she'd ever driven.

Using the tower and the giant woman at her points of reference, Kristin headed straight there, occasionally feeling impacts, if not slowing, as the APC clipped a car or RV. Not used to the controls or size of the APC, she scraped the side of the tower, ripping off sheet metal and stopped too far, then spun around too much before getting a hand of turning a tracked vehicle.

Finally, she managed to get the APC in position at the base of the tower. Leaving the enging running, moved into the back and after a second of consideration, picked up the coil of heavy rope before popping open the hatch. With a smooth economy of motion, Kristin pulled herself through the hatch and with an easy flick of her wrist, she tossed the rope up to the top of the tower, then unslung her axe to keep the APC clear of any zombs.

"I'm back. Get down here as fast as you can."

[Dan Hawkins]

He'd need a good bath and a day in the decontamination area after this, but still it had to be done. Nothing pierced his barrier, and he did his best to kill as many zombies as he could, reaching out for two and three at a time, sometimes four.

They just kept coming, an utterly endless horde. He had bigger guns, and more ammunition, but at the moment he figured he shouldn't leave. The big woman had already been hurt a number of times, and at least with him here, they had another target.

Her dried blood was drawing them he knew, and it was only a matter of time before their reserves were gone.

[BlueNinja]

As the APC squeals to a halt, Wei fires off the last two shotgun shells on the inside edge, away from the giant woman stomping on the crowd. Then, slinging it over his shoulder, he starts climbing down towards the truck. "Don't fall, but fast as you can!" Adam shouts at him, wheeling around to slam another zombie off the railing.

Black Dave watches anxiously, firing off two last shots before swinging over the railing and starting his own climb down. Adam watches for a moment, then leaps off, landing next to the APC as the other two scramble from the tower directly onto the vehicle's roof. As they clamber through the roof hatch, Adam leaps away for the supply building, landing on the edge of the roof. "Anything dangerous yet?" he askes Myf, as he moves over next to his niece. "And any idea who the giant lady is?"

[Courier]

James cut and liquid metal dripped down from where his blade touched the roof. Abstractly he hoped people below were smart enough to get out of the way. Right before he was done cutting a four foot roof section it started to give way. James grabbed some of it tossed it off over the edge of the roof but the rest fell inside with a clatter.

James poked his head inside to take a look and he said, "Yo! Alive inside?"

[Krysti-Lynn Magnussen]

After Wei and Black Dave climbed through the hatch, Kristin slammed it closed, giving the APC a slap to tell those inside to get the vehicle in gear. As the APC began to move, Kristin balanced easily on the roof, keeping the vehicle clear with fluid swings of her axe.

"Back to the barracks," Kristin called out, pointing with her axe.