IntroductionThe remnants of the wedding party licked their wounds back at the sheltered housing where Albert and Gertrude lived (see The search for Gramps and Nanna for part 1). They described what had happened to the caretaker, Chad and his brother Bomber, whilst Darcy and Lizzie tended to the injured wolfhound, Clancy. The few TV channels that were still broadcasting showed scenes of increasing lawlessness and all the phones were dead. Then, the power went out.
"Right" said Bomber. "That's it. We've got to get some weapons! I'm not going to be helpless when they come for us."
"Yeah!" replied Chad. "There's a gun shop over in Eastborough. They'll have something."
Lizzie considered this. "Um, don't you have to wait for several weeks to get a gun, or something like that?".
"I'm sure they'll make an exception for us" claimed Bomber. "I'll go fetch my bat". Chad followed him out, heading towards his own flat.
"Eastborough isn't a nice area even at the best of times" mused Gertrude. "Go with them John, please. I'm afraid that those two young men are going to get into trouble."
"Who is coming for us?" said Albert. "Will they be bringing my medicine? I'm 84, you know."
The streets are deserted; nothing is moving. There are a couple of wrecked cars in sight. One of these has clearly been a recent accident; both an ambulance and a police car are at the scene. However there is no sign of any emergency workers, or indeed of anyone else.
"Quit your moaning, you wuss! I'm going to get me a gun." taunted Chad.
John and Bomber paused for breath in the woods on the other side of the garage. "Where's Chad?" asked John. Bomber looked confused. "Shit! He was right behind me, I thought. Perhaps he went a different way to try to draw off those punks?"
The truth wasn't as kindly. Chad was too slow to flee. As the gang advanced to the crossroads, they opened fire with everything they had. Although it was mostly "spray and pray" shooting, they put enough bullets in the air that he was cut down, obviously dead.
Fortunately for John and Bomber, they were too far away to be involved in the gang's fight. They were trying to find a way through the woods at the other side of the garage, so as to approach the back door of the gun shop. As they came to the edge of the woods, they walked straight into yet another ganger ("Candy" REP 5 with pistol).
Candy was too fast for the guys and immediately snapped off several shots at them. Although one was very close indeed, these all missed. John shouted "GET HER!" and leapt for the woman. Bomber hesitated for only a moment before he also charged, brandishing his baseball bat. As she fell to the pavement beneath their combined weight, her head hit the concrete with a crack, obviously dead. John scooped her pistol up from where it had fallen and the pair proceeded across the street to the back of the gun store. (Although this happened in sight of the other 4 gangers, it was a city block away and they were preoccupied with their own fight. I ruled that they didn't really notice or react to what had happened).
Almost immediately after the fire broke out, a horde of zombies came round the corner - no doubt these were attracted by all the commotion.
The gang members took one look at the approaching mass and fled. Oddly, the REP4 Jasmine fell seriously behind the REP3 others - perhaps she had a problem with a shoelace, or maybe she didn't appreciate the danger as keenly as her fellows. Either way, she had only run a short way before the mob caught up with her and tore her limb from limb in a grisly feast. The other gangers vanished into the neighbourhood (off the board), safe for now but thoroughly shaken!
Part 3 is available here.
Great report. You seem to have a very interesting campaign going on here!ReplyDelete
Thanks. Your interest is very much appreciated!Delete
Great little report. Can't wait to read more of them.ReplyDelete
Also, thanks. I can't promise when the next installment might happen, though. There's no fixed schedule - but there *will* be more at some point.Delete
Great report again like your style of narrative. There seems to be a high body count to!ReplyDelete
I'm glad you liked it. The kids I often play with aren't as careful of their characters as I might be, so yes, there are often a number of deaths. Perhaps in a while I'll produce an "obituaries" page to catalogue all the glorious (or not so glorious!) ways in which they went!Delete