This is a story chronicling the survivors' passage through Brooklyn, New York in Precinct 84, there is some swearing, special props go to Keldorn for an awesome campaign.

The mid morning sun shone bleakly on the decaying buildings of Brooklyn, New York. Moisture still clung to the roofs of buildings but this wouldn't last long as the sun continued its ascent into the washed out sky. Zoey leaned over the edge and watched a still functional train trundle past with a couple of zombies who had decided to duke it out with each other. "Zombies on a train.." She giggled before turning back to the rest of the group.

Ever the pessimist Francis had decided now was the best time to voice his opinion about helicopters;

"I hate helicopters." he grumbled.

"My first time in a helicopter, pretty exciting."

Louis was trying to put a positive spin on the situation again, ofcourse Francis felt the same no matter what he had said.

"Yeah, I'll give you that." The burly biker muttered before turning to Bill. The aging Vietnam veteran had been inspecting the now wrecked helicopter and turned to face them.

"Okay people this is the situation" He began: "Judging from those buildings over there," He looked in the direction of some very tall buildings which were as of yet not totally on fire. "I believe we are in a suburb of New York City."

"I hate New York."

Unsurprisingly Francis had interrupted Bill again. The aged man looked to the heavens for an answer before shooting a withering look at Francis;

"A few years in the army would have slimmed you down and shut you up Francis, regardless we are stuck on this rooftop.." He gestured in a sweeping motion in front of him.

"We have a propane canister, a few light arms and four first aid kits. We are going to require provisions to survive and we need to find out our current location."

Louis and Francis nodded while Zoey sat swinging her legs on the small table holding said weapons.

"I don't like daylight stints but I'm afraid we have no choice this time round."

After deciding on a suitable plan of action and scouring the rooftop for anything of value, the team was ready. Francis, slinging the propane canister (now attached to a suitable length of rope discovered on the roof) over his shoulder grabbed a shotgun and a pistol from what lay scattered on the table top. Zoey and Bill each decided on uzis and a pistol while Louis took the remaining shotgun and pistol.

"We ready to roll?" Francis turned to guage the assent of the group.

Bill nodded; "Louis you're on point, Zoey, you and I will take the flanks and Francis, you cover the rear. Everyone clear on that?" With no objections there was only one thing left to do. "Okay people, let's get moving."

And so the journey began.

The door opened cautiously.. A beam pierced the gloom and searched the stairwell and landing, it picked out a zombie hanging over some strong wooden boards, a bullet hole in its skull. "Nothing in here." Louis felt very relieved as they slowly made their way down the landing. Something fell over in the next room. With a swift motion of his hand Bill brought the team to a halt, looking at Louis he nodded and mouthed "Go."

The door let out a soft groan as it opened, a modest apartment with an open plan kitchen, with a quick glance to his left revealing an empty room with another open door off to the left, it was time to try the right, the kitchen. Something rustled, a large refrigerator (still operating) blocked his view but Louis made slow and steady progress. The electronic hum started grating on his nerves, cautiously peeping around the side, a large rat squeaked and scurried away. "Jeez." The ex-IT technician let out a relieved sigh.

Mopping his brow the pent up stress left him as he relaxed, a few seconds later a dull pain exploded across his back, whirling he came face to face with a medium sized infected, it must have been behind the door. The pale bloodied man snarled at him and began raising his arms for another blow, however Louis had other plans. With a loud yell he rammed the butt of his shotgun into its head connecting with its forehead and creating an audible crack. The infected crumpled onto the floor.

"Clear!" Louis's call brought everyone into the room as he motioned to the refrigerator and kitchen.

"Guys, you're gonna want to see this."

Zoey called excitedly as she peered into the freezer section, the others walked over to see what all the fuss was about. The refrigerator was a treasure trove of food, there must have been at least two to three kilograms of unspoilt meat meaning the infection had only spread to this city recently.

Bill surveyed the meat, rubbing his bristly beard as he began delegating tasks;

"Right people, listen up, Francis and Louis blockade the two entrances to this room, we don't want any surprises, Zoey, empty the refrigerator, check for anything we can use, I want this refrigerator against that doorway.."

He pointed at the far doorway.

"This is the first good meal we've had in a while so we may be here a little longer than necessary. We'll take turns covering the entrances, is everyone clear on that?"

Heads nodded in anticipation of the meat which would not only boost morale but also give them a large boost of strength.

A few hours later and after scouring the adjoining bedrooms for backpacks of any kind the team set out refreshed and ready, the far doorway had revealed a hole in the wall which led onto the stairwell. Bill had a look at the hole in the wall noting a dangerous blindspot, finally he decided on a course of action;

"Louis, Zoey wait up here, You.." He motioned to Francis.

"And I are going to drop through the hole, once we're through you two follow us."

A loud hacking cough drifted up from somewhere below them.

"Son of a bitch." The veteran muttered, "Right Francis let's move."

The two dropped to the stairwell, turning round a pack of commons had noticed them and came bounding up the stairs eager for an easy snack, unfortunately for them this would not be the case. After dispatching the unfortunate infected Louis and Zoey rejoined the group. Another cough, Zoey looked around apprehensively;

"I know that sound, smoker, don't get hung, okay?"

With a nod the team moved on. After at least ten minutes of listening to the loud hacking coughs and dispatching commons they finally reached a window leading onto a balcony with a ladder allowing access to an alley, the coughing had stopped Francis rubbed his stubbly hair;

"I don't like this one damn bit."

Bill was quick to agree with him;

"yeah, it's gonna be dangerous, eyes and ears people, eyes and ears."

With Zoey covering from the balcony Bill descended first, followed by Louis, Francis motioned to Zoey who accepted gratefully and clambered down.. Which is when all hell broke loose. A howl tore through the air around them as a slimy appendage streaked down to Francis on the balcony.

"Shit! Form up!"

Bill cried just as Francis's cries for help began.

"Damn it! I need some help!"

Scanning the buildings Zoey spotted the tall lanky creature trying to drag her friend through the balcony railing;

"Smoker! Over there, by the third story window!"

Lining up the sights of his pistol, three shots rang out as Bill sent three bullets on a one trip into the loathsome creature. Chest, neck, head, with a loud pop the smoker burst sending a cloud of green smoke wafting out of the window. The ex-IT technician stole a glance at the balcony where the barrel-chested man had been assaulted.

"Francis you okay?"

The horde had already begun clambering over the barracades as Louis called up to him, with a loud thump Francis dropped down behind them.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." he replied dismissively and faced the open doorway.

A stream of commons swarmed out of the doorway. Cursing under his breath Bill hollered:

"Incoming!"

And began blasting away at the infected emerging from the side of the building, hack, hack! hack! hack! hack! The uzi mowed down the infected as the veteran fired short controlled bursts into the horde. Francis's shotgun boomed as infected were blown off their feet (sometimes leaving them behind in the process.) Spent shells bounced off the ground, hollow gonks left in their wake.

Meanwhile Louis and Zoey had their hands full as hordes of infected spilled over the barracades, a familiar hooded infected lunged, shrieking out of the crowd.

"Mother! Hunter!"

Was all Zoey could scream before being pinned to the ground, with a grunt Louis cold conked the razor clawed infected with the butt of his shotgun before firing a hail of buckshot into the horde. "It's a bitch apocalypse now, bitch! Louis roared as he redoubled his hail of buckshot on the horde. Zoey staggered to her feet in a daze before glancing at Louis, the things coming out of this mild mannered IT analyst's mouth were astounding. Hack! hack! hack! hack! hack! hack! Zoey's uzi sprang to life mowing down any commons that ventured too close.

Eventually the stream became a trickle and then dried up altogether.

"Woah! That was close!" Francis panted.

"Yeah, this is so messed up." Zoey moaned, Bill had noticed a handgun lying next to the corner of a building. "An extra side-arm." he chuckled as he clicked the safety on and pocketed it, being an ex-soldier he knew trying to fire two pistols would be a lot less accurate than one. An arrow scrawled next to the doorway the commons had come out of indicated that there would be a saferoom along that route.

"I guess we go this way then." Louis ventured, everyone nodded.

"Right let's move it out."

The team ventured forth once again.

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