Real Date: January 24, 2014
In-Game Date: December 24, 2011
In-Game Date: December 24, 2011
Session Title: Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
Chet: "Hey look - there's Zombies!"
After a brief rest in the townhouse (1), the group moved out the back door and across to another townhouse (2) which they hoped would provide a better view of the radio tower. The back door was ajar and looking in revealed a corpse well on its decomposition journey laying on the kitchen floor. A creaking sound emanated from the second floor and after clearing the rooms of the first floor the group went up to investigate. Additional creaks were heard as they crept down the upstairs hallway. Heading into one of the bedrooms, a bed with bloody linens was lightly investigated. A louder creek was heard as the origin was narrowed down to be from behind what was suspected to be a bathroom door.
Greg opened the door and dispatched a Zombie which attempted to rush out at the sign of fresh meat. Nothing of much interest was found in the bathroom and the group finished clearing out the rest of the second floor. Now turning their attention to the windows facing the tower, several hundred Zombies could be seen milling about the radio station grounds.
Thinking for only a moment, everyone agreed that they needed to set up a diversion to draw some attention away from their target. The group headed Southwest and came to a parking lot infested wtih 30 or so Zombies (3). Not wanting to stir up any problems quite yet, the group quietly moved further west and encountered two Zombies on top of a parking ramp. This way seemed to offer less resistance so Colton took aim with the crossbow and cleared the way without much issue.
The group found a stairwell leading down (4), put down one Zombie waiting within and then quietly dealt with another couple Zombies on the first floor of the ramp. With the ramp seemingly cleared out, progress continued to the West with only a chain link fence slowing things down until Greg clipped through it with his bolt cutter.
|(5) Road after coming down from parking ramp
Now heading Eastward, the group walked past a car with a Zombie strapped in the front seat. It began to howl until Greg punched a hole in its head with his crowbar. Nothing of interest was found in the car and the group continued through the graveyard of parked cars with the thunk of Chet's crossbow occasionally taking out a head bobbing among the cars.
Ahead a tall church bell tower stretched up in the shadows of the large corporate buildings. Ringing bells could possibly provide the diversion they needed... Moving to the church (7), Greg peeked inside doors held partially open by the corpses that littered the ground. Lots of motion could be seen inside and he doubted it was a friendly congregation.
Moving around the side of the church in search for easier entry, the group walked up to what looked like the a side entrance to the bell tower itself (8). The door was locked and Greg began prying at it with his crowbar. As he began to crack off bits of wood, a book landed on the walkway behind the group with a thud. Looking up, no sign of life could be seen.
|Bell tower entrance
Backing up a bit and looking around, someone with a rifle trained on the group could be seen taking cover behind a pillar on the roof of the church. Not wanting to risk a confrontation with both the living and the dead, the group decided to just move on and find a different distraction.
|Transport van diversion
|Hiding spot behind the church
|Crossing the road to the radio station
It had appeared as though a good portion of the wandering walkers had been successfully drawn away from the radio station property, however the bulk of the herd still remained within the confines of fenced in area surrounding the buildings they hoped to investigate. The group made their move and crossed the street, silently dispatching a handful of Zombies between them and the side of the building.
|(11) windows along station building
|(12) - locked doors with scraping and bumping
The East side of the building appeared to be a driveway leading North flanked by a small woods. As the driveway entered what appeared to be a parking garage, the group cautiously looked in to see a large group of Zombies that appeared to have some interest in a metal door (13) inside the garage on the North side. The group withdrew quietly and headed back to the pair of doors they saw earlier.
After briefly trying to gain entry via the doors, they decided to go back and create another diversion to try to draw the Zombies away. They headed back along side the building and across the street. Moving a bit further away from the radio station, the group found themselves in the parking lot they saw several Zombies in soon after leaving the townhouse. No Zombies remained in the lot - likely drawn to their first truck horn diversion. A quick search through the cars revealed one with a working battery as the alarm went off in response to the group's entry attempt.
With the second diversion in play, the group hustled back their now well-worn path along side the building to the Zombies behind the window. With a couple swift hits with Greg's crowbar, the window broke open and the Zombies within finished the job of clearing out the broken shards of glass before being brained as they got half way out the window (11).
Climbing in revealed a small office with several Zombies coming towards the open door from a larger room within. Kim's ax and Greg's crowbar both got a workout allowing the group to move into the large room that connected several offices similar to the one they entered (14). Desks, chairs, and sections of office cube walls barricaded the hallways leading Northeast. Several Zombies could be heard shuffling around behind the obstacles.
Heading Southwest, the group traveled through a hallway and to a door leading into a conference room. Slight motion caught the eye of Greg as their flashlight scanned around the room. Moving in closer, a Zombified head attached to what looked like a mostly eaten body rocked back and forth as the eyes frantically searched for prey. With a quick stab with the crowbar, Greg put the beast down and the group moved out of the room.
The hallway opened up again to a large room filled with cubicles. A few Zombie heads could be seen bobbing above the cube walls, but were quickly put down with Colton's crossbow. A stairwell drew the group's attention and they took it up to the 3rd floor. The halls and rooms to the Northeast were open and after taking care of a few more cube walkers, the group exited into a breezeway (15) leading to the attached parking ramp. The group headed through the ramp and found another stairwell leading down. Exiting cautiously, the group found themselves behind the group of Zombies that were still crowding around the metal door they had seen earlier. A few of the Zombies caught wind of the group and with a loud howl, moved towards them.
With several Zombies in tow, the group headed back into the stairwell and back up to the 3rd floor. Taking up position several yards away from the door, Colton readied his crossbow and took out the first to emerge from the stairwell. Several MP5 rounds later, the stream of Zombies seemed to be increasing and the group decided to run down the stairwell next to the office.
A single Zombie was at the ground floor of the stairs and was quickly shot down by Chet's MP5. The group exited the stairwell and ran across the ramp back towards the metal door. Cautiously peeking around the corner again, the group was pleased to see that the bulk of the Zombie herd had disappeared - probably directly above them on the third floor. A half dozen Zombies still remained in the vicinity of the door which were quickly put down.
Greg knocked on the door (13) and waited for a few seconds. Hearing no answer, he knocked again which was met with an almost immediate opening of the door. A large man with a proportionally large beard greeted them with a hearty "Who are you??". After a brief explanation that they were here to see what happened at the station, the bearded man signaled them all in and down a metal staircase. What appeared to be a generator maintenance room looked to be home to several of the team sent to silence the broadcast advertising the Chinese-run refugee camp and to capture those who started it. The captives could be seen tied and gagged in a corners of the room.
A man with an injured ankle approached the group and introduced himself as Ken. He explained that they were able to capture most of the Chinese group and that they had taken a couple casualties. Greg offered to take a look at Ken's ankle, but he wasn't very interested. Colton and Chet, both running a little low on 9mm ammo to feed their MP5s, asked Ken if they had any extra ammo. Ken called over Anthony, who looked to be barely a teenager, and told him to give all his ammo to Chet. Anthony complied and gave Chet three spare magazines and with an extra prod from Ken, the mag from his handgun. Ken explained that it is probably better that Anthony stick to hand weapons only, but didn't elaborate much more.
The group helped gather up the equipment and prepared to head back out the metal door before another undead crowd gathered. Ken was able to walk at a decent pace, but it was obvious he would be running very far on his ankle. A couple Zombies were found to be hanging around outside the door and were quickly axed. The now much larger group headed out of the garage and walked along the driveway back the way the group originally traveled.
As the group headed across the radio station property they saw a still very large group of Zombies to the North. Greg noticed Anthony nervously fingering the trigger of a rifle from one of the Chinese captives and with a bit of leadership skill was able to calm him down a bit. The group snaked their way back to the townhouse and met only minor resistance. They were able to deal with in a quiet manner and amazingly enough drew very little attention to themselves as they filtered the last of those rescued into the townhouse (1) and shut the door.
Now it was just a matter of 5.5 hours until sundown and the helicopter's scheduled arrival...