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.
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The long, dark passage stretched out ahead of them, debris littered the floor along with torn up discarded clothing and other effects left behind. Weak sunlight filtered through some broken shutters, dispeling some of the gloom in the small room at the end of the passage, small dust motes drifted through the weak rays as the team drew to a halt.
"Okay people.." the aging veteran turned slowly, flicking a still smoldering butt to the floor before lighting yet another cigarette; "This is the plan, It seems we need to head that way.." He pointed down some dingy stairs. "I'll take point, Louis and Zoey you have the flanks, Francis you cover the rear, Got it?" "I hate the rear." Francis muttered to himself; "Okay Francis, so you want a hunter going ninja on us from behind?" Zoey looked pointedly at Francis who scowled and looked at his feet. "Come on biker dude, this is important." She playfully hit him on the shoulder. This seemed to get through to the difficult man; "Yeah, yeah I get it, I'm pretty awesome ain't I?" "Man she has a way with him doesn't she?" Bill nodded; "Okay people let's keep moving."
The rooms below were not as gloomy as the previous passage and stairs, in fact after passing through a rather dark recess they were well lit revealing old rusting appliances such as ovens and washing machines. The area seemed pretty empty.. well almost. Passing a non descript vent a hunter shrieked out, breaking the cover and tackling Zoey across the room, "Mother! Get him off me! Get him off me!" While Zoey freaked out Francis planted the butt of his shotgun in the hunter's face, yelping the hunter tried to jump off but not even bothering to fire his gun Francis simply grabbed the hunter by the throat and introduced its face to the wall. After being smashed against the wall three times the hunter went limp, collapsing on the floor. "Sweatshirt wearin little wuss." The biker walked over to Zoey; "You okay?" The pretty girl nodded as she got back in position.
It turned out that the adjoining room led onto a sewer, Zoey grimaced, Louis simply shrugged; "This.. Is not going to be sanitory" Cobwebs festooned the walls and passageways, trying not to disturb the webs the team sloshed their way through the stinking mess, something sloshed up ahead. The aging veteran raised his hand; "Hold up, quiet!" A familiar low, gurgling belch seemed to ooze out from somewhere up ahead. Bill peeked around the corner and spotted the boomer skulking in a shadowed corner up ahead. "Boomer." He mouthed and looked around the corner again. The bag of vomit had not noticed them, carefully Bill peeked around the corner again, lined up his sights and fired a short burst in its direction, the boomer exploded violently and a horrifying though rather muffled howl erupted from above.
The horde spilled down from the streets above, all intent on finding whatever had released the delicious scent, this would not go well for them. Gunshots rent the grimy air as infected after infected were cut down, unwittingly the infected had become fish in a barrel. Louis, Bill and Francis couldn't contain themselves as they burst out laughing, Zoey giggled and once things had calmed down it was time to move again. "Big John's Contractors" Zoey read the big, faded, red letters below the sewer manhole, Bill looked up at the brightly lit hole, the sun had strengthened, judging by it's intensity it was probably midday already. "Let's get up that ladder!" The old man climbed up slowly. Soon he was joined by Louis, Francis and Zoey who blinked in the bright sunlight.
Something had caught the old man's attention. Black, white, blue and red, only one type of car could have that type colouring. "Never a cop when you need one." Francis grumbled sourly before receiving a sharp elbow from Bill "Let's recon that vehicle." The police cars had been deserted under the railway flyover for the train observed earlier, "DUE TO THE RISK" a large solar powered LED screen displayed a cautionary message though due to the position of the sun and the flyover the message had been cut off. Kshhhhh! Krcklick! 104 in pro- Kshhhh! Zoey jumped, "The police! They're still alive!" Louis chirped happily, Bill found something on the seat and smiled "We're gonna be okay." He produced a map and stated: "Let's get to that saferoom."
Emerging from beneath the flyover they passed a laundromat, Bill waved his hand bringing everyone over to the door. "Cover me." he stated before creeping into the murky premises halfway in he gestured that the rest follow him and let out a triumphant yell. When the group had assembled the veteran revealed an M16 Assault Rifle. Looking down at the gun and then back at his friends he exclaimed; "It's an M16 Assault Rifle.." his eyes grew nostalgic and he chuckled; "Man this takes me back." Ever the antagonist Francis decided now was the time to stir a little; "What's your problem old man, you having a flashback or something?" The old man glared at him while Louis blew out some air in frustration.
Exiting the laundromat the group stopped and stared, eventually Zoey decided to say something: "All we need is a mortuary, some silver balls and a balding ice cream man with a shotgun." The group stared at her before she let out an exasperated sigh: "You've never seen Phantasm?" An ice cream van stood parked in front of a convenience store, an orange house had been spray painted next to the door. Francis grunted; "I hate ice cream vans." before firing a shot at the van. Bright music jingled through the air followed by an ominous howl. "Francis!" Bill roared before shouting; "Run! Into the saferoom, go! Go! Go!"
Four figures bolted into the convenience store, the horde had already begun climbing the fence behind them, spilling over into the parking lot, murder on their minds. The murky, gloomy store had only one light that had been left on and under that light an orange arrow had been sprayed onto the wall. A familiar red, beaten and worn door had been installed here. The electronic doors opened with a swish as infected streamed into the store with a loud clank Bill placed the iron bolt in position. Then let out a long breath; "Francis!" "Francis!" Zoey's eyes flashed. "Francis!" Louis did not look pleased. Faced by three pairs of angry eyes Francis looked at his shoes. "What the hell were you doing, Francis?" "S-s-sorry." Francis chuckled sheepishly.
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