Episode 1

[sellsword]

Bryan looks to bernie with a smile that reaches his eyes "i think i know where you going with this,and i like it".Reaching into his pack he pulls out A near full bottle of Crown Royal and sets it on the table along with two horribly mismatched shot glasses."ill donate this to the cause and see if i cant scrounge up some more". A slightly noticeable change takes place in Bryan as Bernie steers him toward his element.

[Tori]

Bernie grinned. "Keep that to yourself, for the time being, but you're reading my mind."

[brianfenris]

GM POST

For Bernie's information, his observation is correct. From the pale skin and dark circles around her eyes, you know the woman to be one of the Half-Living, one of the rare survivors who died at the hands of zombies but somehow managed to be revived but going completely over. For all intents and purposes, the poor woman is half-human and half-zombie. It's a surprise to find one of her kind in a survivor camp as most humans tend to shun the poor creatures.

Buckley smiles taking Bernie's hand, shaking firmly. "Don't worry about it, doctor. It's been a hard time for us all. Hell, I'd never fired a gun before until the damn things came banging on my front door."

Turning to Bryan, casting his eye over the bottle of booze he brought out. "You say are a bartender? I'd say that's a better find then a doctor and a truck driver." He chuckles and grins. "If you're talking about serving up some real drinks, I think I can do something better. Just follow me."

With a smile, he waves Bryan to grab the Crown Royal and escorts everyone out into the school's hall, saying it's time to hit the cafeteria.

For the time being, all of you are now without your firearms. Unless you plan to conceal a pistol, the camp's security force is going to to be locking them up in their armory.

Make a roll for concealment, otherwise you walking down the hall to the school's cafeteria.

[Tori]

Bernie made no effort to conceal anything. Though he did not like being separated from his firearms, he hated the thought of deception even more.

"I did some skeet shooting in college, and Annie Oakley and I did a lot of bird hunting. Then, of course, there was basic training, but I can't say I ever fired a shot in anger, even when people were shooting at me. Like you said, that was until Day 1."

He walked with the group, mostly listening. His stomach rumbled a bit with the prospect of food. "I was talking about getting some medicine, but trade goods and some luxury items are never a bad idea. If you have a plan, I will gladly follow you, sir."

He had an air of the MASH movie to him, maybe a combination of Elliot Gould as Trapper and Donald Sutherland as Hawkeye. He was serious about his work, but knew how to stop and live life. Other than Gil, it put most people at ease. He had a swagger coupled with a sense of humor.

"A glass of Makers on the rocks would be a gift from God himself!"

[Mierin]

It's clear Anna also wasn't thrilled with losing the rifle, but she did understand the reasons behind the decision for taking it. 'At least I have my ammo.' she thinks to herself. When the group heads to the cafeteria, Anna wonders what kind of rations this group has been able to collect. She smirks at Justin's comment about wanting a glass of Markers. "We haven't seen alcohol in awhile." she remarks.

[achsaber]

I fall in line with the other hoping for real food with real portions with not a care of the shotgun I put on the cart.

[sellsword]

"Yes sir and and a pretty good one at that" Bryan says to buckley as he grabs the bottle of Crown and follows him out of the room.A last look to his weapons on the cart,really hope i get those back he thinks to himself.At mention of Half dead Bryans eyes turn to the pale woman a forced smile on his lips.Why parade your freaks infront of strangers unless theres more to it? Again thinking to himself.Dismissing the thought for now He slaps Buckley on the back "real drinks huh cant wait to see this" as they make there way to the cafeteria.

[brianfenris]

GM POST

Buckley leads you through the school to the cafeteria. As you walk along you see posters and bulletin boards still hanging along the walls, proclaiming past announcements and events long forgotten since the zombies took over. Pass back several class rooms, you see that a lot of them have been converted into make shift barracks with cots arranged orderly in each room, but you can tell that that they have more space the actual people feeling them. Buckley stops to introduce your group to the rest of the survivors who happen to be in at the time.

As you walk, Buckley brings you up to speed on their cozy little town. At the moment, there's a grand total of fifty survivors living in Cochise, not including the new people. So of the folks stay in the safety of the school while some have taken over some of the nearby house, fixing them up for habitation. He reiterates that in the case of a zombie attack everyone falls back behind the walls of the school.

For the moment they are good on food and water; a lot of the survivors brought in supplies when they came in and the town is supplied by well that works without electricity. Patty Greer, the pale woman you saw before, heads up the team that goes into the larger towns for supplies. If you have a list of things you might need, or interested in volunteering to help her out, you talk to her. Buckley makes a point to emphasize that they would greatly appreciate if you would volunteer for the supplies runs as some of the residents don't have much of stomach for the task. Okay, make that a lot of the residents don't really care for it at all.

Buckley's shows Bernie where their 'hospital' is, a class room nearby by the cafeteria with several empty cots and not much else. The mayor is points out that the thing they are dire shortage of are medical supplies. They have a few first aid kits and basic medicines, but not much else. If there's an emergency, those meager supplies would be used in short order. The rule lately is don't get sick or to badly hurt. Buckley points how lucky town is not that a doctor has shown up.

As you enter the cafeteria, mentions that the school has it's own solar power panels. They are the reason the central air is still running, and one of the reasons why the school was chosen for their safe haven. He mentions that they is a light ordnance after dark. Window must be curtained to conceal the light to prevent it from attracting any wondering zombies.

Smiling at Bryan, Buckley points to a corner of the cafeteria where a make sure bar has been set up; two long tables have been pushed together to form a counter top with several stools setting in front, behind it are shelves crammed full of bottles of booze. For the drinking man in the zombie apocalypse it is a veritable treasure trove. Sitting on one of the stools is a over weight Hispanic man, who turns in his sit and stares are you with a surly expression.

Buckley frowns when he seems him and leans close to Bryan. “That guy came in a few days before the rest of you guys, and he's been a pain to deal with. He's bearable when he's sober but gets wild when he starts hitting the hooch hard. I'll trust you to know when to cut him off. Don't be shy to get Gil or Sgt. Chapman if he starts being a problem. Again.”

“If you folks are hungry you're welcome to help yourself, just grab a tray and go through the line. I think they're beef stew today and if you're lucky I'm pretty sure they'll have some fresh baked bread to go with it.”

[foxx]

"Oh man. Cooked food." Joe says, exaggeratedly rubbing his stomach. "That's going to hit the spot right now."

He took in the sights quietly, looking over what they had gotten done since the zombies became a menace to everything alive. The solar panels were a nice touch and way better than a gas guzzling generator. As long as the gear running was taken care of everyone here would be well off. At least for the time being as no one knew what was in store for the future.

Maybe aliens might come down for a visit next.

"Come on guys lets grab some grub." Looking over to the lady in charge of gathering things. "I'll be more than happy to help you go on your runs if you don't mind me bringing my truck a long. As you notice, there is very few things out there that can stop it short of a ballistic missile."

Lord knows the last thing he needs is frickin' zombies using missile launchers.

[Tori]

"I don't mind joining the away team as long as you let me take my guns. Looks like things are under control inside the wire, but outside? I'd rather be armed.

"Medical supplies are always on my list. Anything sharp is helpful. It never hurts to have some pharmaceuticals, surgical packs, bandages, sutures... People are going to get sick, and badly hurt, unfortunately. I'll try to prepare you for it. Does anyone else here have medical training? First aid, EMT, nurse, dentist, veterinarian? If so, I can teach them to do a little more in an emergency." He took stock of the limited supplies and frowned.

"A big part of my practice was holistic medicine for patient aftercare. A good spice rack is about as good to me as a medicine chest. Of course, my wife taught me a little about cooking, so a spice rack has other uses as well." He smiled thinking of all the time he spent in the kitchen with Nats cooking. Before they met, he couldn't boil a can of soup. Now, he was a celebrity chef's personal sous chef.

The solar panels were a nice idea. No doubt added as a stimulus project. Amenities were nice, but he didn't want to grow complacent with a false sense of normalcy.

He looked to his sister-in-law. "What do you think, a couple of weeks here, and we discuss our next step?"

The food smelled pretty good. He thought he might could do something creative with the food at hand, but considering he had been living on canned goods and MRE's, hot chow of any kind was well appreciated.

"Anyone care to join me for lunch and a drink?"

He went through the line and filled his bowl. Then he made his way to the bar, getting that Maker's on the rocks.

"Ahhhhh..." He looked at the sweaty rocks glass with appreciation after his first sip. The stew wasn't bad, either.

[achsaber]

As soon as we got to the cafeteria I headed for the food grabbing large portions.Before sitting down to eat I head back to the group "I have no problem joining up with your supply runs Patty but I have to ask how you got roped in to being the one in charge of it.No offense meant or anything but a female goth running for supplies just seems weird to me."I this last part with a little grin.

[sellsword]

Walking along with Buckley and the group Bryan listens and looks around taking it all in.Seeing the posters and various things on the walls made him think,theses halls were at one time full of kids and laughter,could things ever be like they were?but the smell of cooked food quickly brought him from his thoughts. "Stew and bread...some of my favorite stuff." Going through the line he gets himself a handsom portion.Gesturing toward the liquor shelves Bryan nods his approval and with a half full mouth replies "yea i can work with that" Returning the guy at the bars surly expression with slightly chessy smile he makes his way towards him "hows it going boss,watcha drinking"? And jpust like that Bryan steps behind the bar and goes to "work" fixing Bernie a Makers with exactly 3 icecubes.Turning back to Buckley "you can count me in on any supply runs,if not my list is short magazines anything guns and ammo or survival gear,worlds become a big fuckin mall if you know what i mean" He punctuates his statement with a wink.
[dice=100] trust/intimidate guy at bar


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[Mierin]

Anna heads to the cafeteria with Justin and whoever else decides to get something to eat. Grabbing a tray, she's happy to get some stew instead of MRE's for once and politely thanks whoever gives her the food. She also politely declines any offer of alcohol and sticks to drinking water instead, feeling that it's more important to have a clear head now more than ever. When Justin suggests staying there for a couple of weeks, she replies, "Let's see how things go over the next few days." Justin would know that Anna never felt comfortable staying in one place for a long time, not being the most trusting person in the world, even before everything happened. She figured people would screw you over the second they got a chance, especially now and liked to keep her distance from most people until she was sure she could trust them, which typically took a long time.

[brianfenris]

GM POST

Buckley and Patti follow you through the lunch line, the serving lady dishing up ample beef stew and fresh bread, and follow you over to the bar, setting their trays on a nearby table.

Patty dips her head down when Rob speaks to her, the face disappearing slightly behind her long blond hair. For a minute or two she pushes the food around on her plate with a fork before she finally answers, speaking softly without looking at him.

“I'm like what your friend said before. Y'know, half-dead. Because of that the zombies usually ignore me when I sneak into the towns. So I got the one job no one else wanted to do.”

She turns to face Rob, favoring him with a small smile. “So if you guys really want to help out the 'goth' chick, I'd appreciate it. Give me a day or two and I'll have something for you guys to do.”

“Don't worry, Doc,” Buckley says. “If you guys head out of town, you're guns will be going with you. To be honest, I might go talk to Gil and the rest of the committee and see if we can't speed up that process. I think we can trust you.”

“Oh, and to answer you're question, we kinda do have another doctor. Only he's a vet. I'll introduce to Rubin when we get done here.”

The hispanic man glares when he's spoken to, but it wilts in the face of Bryan's easy going manner; or perhaps it's the offer of free booze. He pushes his glass towards the new bartender and asks in a thickly accented voice for a glass of whiskey, no ice.

((OOC: Big Mac explodes as a RPG flies through an open window. Zombie with a rocket launcher!))

[Tori]

Bernie was clearly enjoying the hot chow. He knew he could do better, but he also knew when to be grateful. He looked to his sister-in-law. "You know, I want to get out of here a.s.a.p., but these people need us. Let's do what we can before we leave them. Then, we keep looking." He took a sip of his whiskey, and took his first relaxed breath in months.

"Patty? You have experience with this stuff. You tell me where to go and what to do. I've got the goth girl's back." He took another sip and looked to the Latino fellow.

"Como estas?" It was rudimentary Spanish for "How do you do?"

"I'm a Maker's Mark ambassador. In a pinch, it's Jim or Jack, but you can call me Bernie. If you're good, we're making a supply run tomorrow, and we could use your muscle."

Bernie looked up at the large Chicano, but his intent was sincere. He put out a hand.

MA roll [dice=100] needs 45 pass

"Thanks Mr. Buckley. I didn't think you'd let us walk out of here with nothing but our good looks. Gil probably isn't in my fan club, but we're not here to rob you. I want to meet Dr. Rubin, and make sure he can take care of you all."

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