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Dead Reign RPG-Group #2: Aftermath
Gamemaster: Sven
Players:
• Marc – Kazuya Idaho, Survivalist
• Adrian – Vector, Houndmaster
• Adrian – Fido, Wolfhound Companion
• Jerald – John Brown, Assassin
• Divine – Skye Valdez, Scrounger
• Mychall – Mike Chua, Survivalist
• George – Michael Mariano, Survivalist
• Ayan – Saito Hanamura, Robotics Engineer
• Francis – Kaid Misoni, Sentinel
Join our Zombie-Survival RPG with ongoing story-line. If you have no character yet, then you can try the game out with one of the available NPCs. Fight in a zombie apocalypse 6 months after the outbreak with your group of survivors for your life. Build and upgrade your Safe Haven, task your people clever, find resources, food and weapons, fight the infected and survive in this harsh world.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 1
Its 6 months after the outbreak. The world is a harsh place. The characters, scattered and unknown to each other, surviving day by day wandering around in this harsh world in the search of food and shelter. One day they found one by one a small Safe Haven which was around 50 people strong. All normal people who found shelter there and more security in numbers. The Safe Haven was surrounded by a simple Mesh-Fence and had some living containers, a big medic tent, a large tarp with sleeping places below, sanitary installments and planting areas. They had also one water pump reaching down to ground water. 2 weeks flew by and suddenly people got sick. The characters just started to see the nice advantage of having a community around them and then this. No one could explain what was the cause, but Nicolas, the doctor, guessed that it could be poisened food. But most food which lately came in was sealed like cans and bottles. What was wrong. After a few days most people died away under docs hands. He did what he could but it was not good enough. At the end only 10 people survived this sad incident. And with them the characters. The former mayor of the safe haven had some last words to the characters before he died. “Please go on with the safe haven. Give the people hope. Start a change. Keep them safe.”
Idaho startet to form a board of leaders and all agreed that Idaho is the Mayor of the new Safe Haven “Nonim”. First actions of him where tasking the remaining people every day in what they could do best e.g. guarding, repairing, hunting, support runs etc.
All went well until ….
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 2
After several days tasking people and trying to gather more food, water and supplies, one night three strange persons approached in the darkness the main gate of the safe haven. One of them, it seemed to be the leader, stepped forward to say “Lay down your weapons. We are more. We have more weapons. We are stronger. We are us. – We let you all alive and you will be one of us.” John Brown and Idaho looked at each other with the knowledge in their eyes that they had something like that seen coming one day sooner or later. After the eyes got used to the last remaining dark grey dimmed daylight, they could see that more shadows were lurking in the background. How many no one could know. Anyway, giving up at this point was no option. You all knew that this was the modern slavery. The stronger ones rule over the weaker ones. Hunter and prey and prey turns to be a hunter.
John Brown took the initiative and blasted a shotgun blast in the chest of the wide eyed leader who fall back like a puppet. With loud yelling the strangers ran toward the Safe Haven and attacked mostly with knives, machetes, pistols and make-shift spears. Idaho sounded the alarm and all tried to get something like a weapon in their hands to make a stand. But most of them are untrained in combat and the fear was visible in their faces. Idaho and Brown took care of the frontal attackers and let no one came over the fence. Vector sneaked with his dog in the back of the Safe haven out to surprise in the darkness incoming loud yelling attackers. Vector could take out a handful with his rifle before they approached him. His large wolfhound “Fido”, fully trained for combat, let the attackers see that they had no chance against him. His massive body tumbled them down to the ground like toy soldiers. With only a few stab wounds both could get out of the fight. Vector didn’t waste anything. So he went on to dismember the dead bodies and stored the next days meat for the dog.
In the nothern section some of the attackers in their ragged clothes with dirty faces came over the fence. Skye Valdez and some of the others held the ground. With more difficulties then expected they could get rid of them. The attack was repelled. At the end they didn’t had the better weapons and not more men at all. Two of them could escape and run off in the darkness, while two others where wounded and captured. They where brought to the medic tent to be interogated. Vector was already on his way and wanted to know more about why and who.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 3
Brown and Vector interogated the two prisoners very hard, which led to the death of the male one. But not through the hand of the torturer, more through crazy self destruction. The prisoner went so much crazy that he hit his head so long against the wall until he died with his skull cracked and wide open gap towards the brain. The female prisoner could manage to stay alive with her answers. “We are US, but they are THEM” lead to the conclusion that the attackers where used by another party to get hold of this small Safe Haven. The question was why? Next day Brown and Vector followed thanks the wolfhound the track and sent of the two escaped attackers, who where soon found hiding in a small hut in the forests. After some try-outs to get something out of them it ended with both escapees dead. Still the burning question why someone want take over the tiny Safe Haven. Better be prepared. Idaho ordered his people to make specific supply-runs to find anything usefull to upgrade the Safe Haven. Some things like solar panels, generators etc. Not much was found in the area around Safe Haven. Probably when the search was expanded to further distance.
After some smaller attacks of Infected coming towards the fence, which could be stopped before the fence got damage. To avoid attracting other infected they choose to use only close combat weapons like knifes and spears which they poked out through the mesh fence.
Some of the community members got infection while they were out in the wild for hunting or supply runs. They had some trouble and got away with minor injuries. It is dangerous out there, even in groups of 2 or 3.
New people came to the Safe Haven and after some testing time welcomed to the community. In this hard times every hand more is useful. Water- and food resources are enough to get the community running for a few days, so they had to send out every day some teams to gather what they could find. Seeds where found but it wasn’t sure if they are still good to plant. The sacks had already a little bit moisture. So, after developing some more small fields in the safe haven, they planted the seeds but unfortunetly after a few days it was clear that they don’t grow like they should.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 4
Mike Chua was walking the whole day. He lost his comrade Michael Mariano, also a newbie in the Safe Haven. They went out for supply run and on the way to this new location where he wanted to start scavenging first thing in the morning. A suburbs area of a nearby city. They were surprised by a bunch of infected and got separated. After a few hours search Chua decided to go on and hopefully Mariano will catch up here. Chua is a man who prepared for a life like this his life long. Since he was a kid he liked to camp in the forest at the lake close to his home. He searched at the lake for Berries and Mushrooms, fished and prepared at the evening his feast, like he has called it always. When he grew up he started to collect weapons of all kinds, but guns where his favorite. No need to close in a fight when you can finish before one starts. Yeah – but now all changed. Now his prediction that one day the pharma companies and corrupt government in higher ranks decide something stupid and as result we are in this deep shithole of life. The world is overrun by infected zombie-like people. Some look more alive than dead, while others are more dead than alive. But one is clear – they are though bastards to bring down. Better choice is to avoid them where you can or outrun them. But you never can really get away. You have ever outrun something which doesn’t need to sleep, to rest or feel no pain?
So this night Chua found shelter in this half build house construction area. A small brick walled side garage. He started a fire in a corner, his rifle in reach, opened a can with beans. He really didn’t know what the content was because the label was already washed away. Yes – beans again….
Suddenly he heared outside that something approached slowly. He reached for his gun and went to the side of the door opening (without door) and peaked out in the half darkness. A person came closer with his hands raised “Hey friend, I mean no harm. I only need a place to sleep safely and maybe you have a little bit spare food because I ran out. I trade for a canteen full with fresh water. My name is Saito by the way”.
Chua knows when he sees a man if he has good or bad intentions, and this guy seems to be harmless. Something you learn when you are out there on your own and have to trade with all kind of people – good ones as well as the bad ones.
After some small talk the tiredness started to set in. And suddenly Chua heard something again. This time cracking of stones caused by steps. Both grapped their weapons and spied outside from the left corner a shadow came out. Saito directed his flashlight in this direction and with a lower squeeking the woman covered her eyes. “Hey carefully, my eyes are sensitive from wandering around in the dark. The night came faster as I thought and no proper shelter in sight. I see you guys found one? Maybe you have food – I starve. So hungry since two days. I ran out of food.” “Guys you dont want ask a lady in?” Suspicious but somehow blinded by her long brown wild hair, her pretty face in the mid-twenties and the nice body which was no secret because she wear very tight clothes. She had some bags and bag pack, a shovel, crowbar and a knife on her. Under the dirt on her cheeks some freckles showing up and the warm fire brought her face to glow. She took gratefully the offered food and started small talk. She was willing to help out scavanging in the morning and split 50/50. Later on she flirted with Saito and tried to get him to know better. An when Chua was about to have watch she crawled under Saitos blancet with the words “I feel cold”. Chua took the first watch and woke Saito up for the second. But Saito was way to tired to keep his eyes open. In the morning Chua woke up and found Saito sleeping sitting on the wall and holding his defensive stop-shield. “Hey – Saito – wake up you idiot. Where is the girl?” No girl here. Saito jumped up “I only closed short my eyes – I didn’t fall asleep. Did I?” They looked outside for the woman but she was not seen somewhere. Chua went pale and rushed back in only to realize that his rifle, ammunition and bag with food was gone. Damn it. Saito was missing only his umbrella, his favorite nice umbrella. “damn it Saito” Chua hissed. “we have to find her”. But before they could think further they where surprised by a infected stumbling through the entrance. All this shock made them not aware about the approaching danger. But together with some lucky hits they bashed his head in and tried to find the girl. They searched around the area and suddenly they heared a womans shouting voice from the left side 50m away “Hey guys. A little help please?” with a her eyes blinking and a big smile. She was in a kind of cage which was a trap and flipped over her from the bigger tree aside of her. Someone set traps for animals or maybe also for humans if they are not choosy with what they eat. As they approached her Mariano was sprinting by. He made it there and had the luck to stumble over Chua again. “Where have you been man? I looked everywhere for you.” said chua with a blaming voice. Mariano told him what happened and how he couldnt find the way back to the point they lost each other. “Guys. I am still here in this prison.” came from the side. Chua looked at her “Why we should help you? We could let you rott here until you day on hunger and thirst.” She smiled and looked sexy towards him with one hand on her hip. “Hmmm – maybe you should help me because I have here still something which belongs to you.” and pointed to Chuas rifle in the center of the cage. “I really borrowed it only. Wanted to hunt a bit to come back to share the food. You guys slept so long. Really…. Come on ….” Well well – Saito thought and they started to bring their cage up.
In the meanwhile Mariano tried to climb up the tree to have a better sight of the surrounding area to keep watch. It looked good until he slipped and a branch broke and he started to fall down. With a last attempt he tried to grab another branch, but missed it and fell with the head first down. A silent knack like a breaking bone was to hear while he landed very unfortunate. The girl was free, the weapon back to its rightfull owner. Chua and Saito ran towards Mariano and hoped the best. After a check up by Saito he found out that Mariano was only unconcious and no bones where broken. After Mariano stood up he felt pain in his neck when he hold his head straight up. So he looked a bit funny when they went later back to the Safe Haven with some stuff they found and one new guy. And yes – the woman was gone again – with the umbrella and the ammunition which Chua didnt asked for. She used the Mariano distraction to get away. “Never trust anybody” mumbled Chua grumpy.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 5
Skye Valdez a scrounger, Marcus Pillard a former top-manager and Michael Mariano a survivalist are on a day-trip supply-run for the Safe Haven. After some more or less successful farmhouse searches they stopped their carts in front of a nice maintained farm house, because there sat a middle aged woman in a flower dress on the stairs. The head digged into her hands and it seems that she was shaking and silent crying.
Skye went closer and apprached her “Mam, are you ok? Can we help you?” The woman looked startled up and couldnt speak for a second. As she sees that there is no harm from the group she asked with red teary eyes “Please help me, please. My child is trapped. I cant help her. They are to many.” She explained that her daugther was trapped not long ago in a small toolshack not far from here. After all agreed to help and bargained with the lady grain and a bit food, she led them to the shack. The shack was surrounded by 8-10 infected bumping, pushing and beating against the door and the sides. One small window was already smashed. The team distracted some of them away from the shack, then Michael ran towards the door, pushed one infected aside and slammed into the door with his shoulder. It didnt budge under his run in. With a second attempt he managed to break through and landed inside. The dim light from the small windows showed some old shelfes with useless stuff and in one corner a little girl cowarding small on the floor, covering her ears. She starred with wide eyes to Michael Mariano and he grabbed her and ran out. One infected tried to cut him off, but one nice targeted shot from the manager distracted the infected, so that Michael dodged aside out of the door and ran back. Skye attracted the infected in a different direction to lead them away from the way to the farm house and met the other a bit later back in front of the house. The lady was so happy and relieved as the child ran into her arms. She hold her end of the bargain and handed over the promised things. With a handshake and friendly smile she waved the small team on their way to head back to the Safe Haven.
After a longer walk with no interuptions they heard suddenly from the left side, a small asphalted street forked towards left to a house. In the middle of the street was a half naked woman cuffed on the streetsignage. “Help me. Please somebody help me.” Crys without hope, but a soar throat. The group stopped to help. The manager and Michael stayed away with their carts. Skye came closer to the weeping woman. Carefully she said “Don’t be afraid, we will help you. What happened to you? Who did this?” Skye tried to get her out of the cuffs but was suddenly interrupted by the face of the woman with tears looking in Skyes face “I am so sorry. I am really sorry. They make me do this” and with this said Skye could see only the blinking of the metal blade while the woman stabbed after her throat. Skye could got away with a jump backwards, only to get the knife with a second slash towards her leg. No deep wound, but it burned like hell.
Pillard and Mariano could see at the same moment the scene happened that from the bigger house one person slowly coming out of the front door. Covered with a hooded robe, the face painted white in shape of a skull. He made some gestures and said some orders which they could barely hear and infected coming out from the sides of the forest, bushes, behind the house. Some walked in slow speed toward the two, and some towards skye with her leg wound. She wanted to stand up and run away, but she couldn’t. The wound was deeper than she thought. After she looked around she saw now 3-4 robed man and around 10+ infected. It was so strange to see that the robed persons could somehow direct the infected to do what they want. Very strange. As two robed guys came closer to Skye she started to fight with all she got. She didn’t wanted to go out without a proper fight. After some spanish curses, some knife strokes later she killed one of the robed guys with luck. But then short after one or two infected bodies throw them over her, not without getting some pistol shots in their body which they ignored like it was nothing. She was pinned down. The leader in robes kneeled down and spoke in a low calm voice “Don’t fear us my child. We save you. We are here to free you from your chains of misbelief and false information about the sickness. Come with us and let me show you.” Then the robed leader of the group looked short to the older bait woman, then towards two infected and gave them a wink towards the woman. They instantly started to stumble over to the bait which had no chance to get away. With gurgles and cries she was overrun by the two infected in bad condition. They bit her in the throat and ripped her intestines out, only to feed on them partly.
The two guys wanted to help Skye at first, but it looked like if they stayed longer they are also surrounded like Valdez without escape route. After some shots more from their rifles the manager looked at Michael and said “ok – thats it. I will run. No chance to help her – thats to many. She is on her own.” Michael, a bit irritated by the cold and hasty decission of the manager, continued to support Valdez. But he was shaking so much confronted with the superior numbers of the infected that he also seeked distance and followed at the end Pillard. With bad concience they walked back with their carts to the Safe Haven without Valdez, assumed dead and MIA …..
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 7
Skye Valdez followed injured the 2 Death Cultists and 4 of their infected by-travellers. Sometimes when Skye comes to close to them it seems like they look at her and try to reach with their withered and battered arms after her, but only a look and a short command “NO” let them fall back in the walking lethargy. In Skye Valdez head thoughts whirled around. What will happen to me? Where do they bring me? Why they haven’t killed me yet? And puto, why in hell they had some control over infected? Super scary.
After a while it bursted out of Skye “Where do we go? What do you want with me?”. The hooded robed cultist in front of her took his time to answer her with soft and calm voice “My child, don’t be afraid. We open your eyes and let you see. Be patient. We bring you back to the right path.” Thats all she could get out of them.
After several hours march on foot they arrived at the City of Marion.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 8
Mariano and Pillard arrived breathless the Safe Haven. “Fast – open the gate – we need to talk to the Mayor.” They went fast to the Mayors living container. “Idaho, come out. We have a problem.” Idaho woke up from the door banging and the shouting. He worked longer last night on some new additions to an armor. “Yeah, yeah – coming.” He slipped fast in his sweater and shorts and opened the door. “Whats up? I hope you have a good reason to wake me up after my long night shift with my work.”
“Idaho” Mariano started “we lost Valdez”. Idaho looked at them both and repeated “You lost Valdez. What the heck?”. Pillard continued “we where on our supply run and on our way back we came across some robed hooded guys with white painted skull face. They surprised Valdez while she wanted to help someone. It was a trap and suddenly this guys waved some infected to their aid. They where so many. We had no choice as to run and leave her after she was wounded on her legs. We really tried hard.” While Pillard spoke this out he looked short over to Mariano and had a sharp look. Mariano pressed the words out and looked to the floor “Yes Idaho. No chance. Too many of them. The last thing we have seen was that they took her with them.”
Listening to what they said Idaho’s face turned serious and angry “Death Cultists” he hissed out between his lips. “This damn rats. We don’t leave Skye in their clutches. We fight her out. We go there and kill them all. No one of them will get away.” He formed with his hands fists and bumped one in the side of the container wall. “Fucking bastards.” Mariano and Pillard went fast and shocked a step back looking at each other. Idaho said “Let us have tonight a meeting and go our options and plans through to smash them.”….
At evening everyone knew about what happened and the formed board of advisors came together. After a longer and hot discussion to calm Idaho down they came to a conclusion how to go on with that situation. They convinced Idaho to calm down and think straight. Nicolas the Doctor threw in “We don’t know their numbers, their strength, their defenses and where they are. We don’t know anything at the moment. So why we don’t send a small team out to track them down and to see where they went and gather informations.” Vector raised his hand “I will go. Fido and I will find them. I only need some old clothes of Valdez to give Fido the scent of her. Then we need to go to the last place where she was seen to get on their track.” So at the end Vector and his wolfhound plus Pillard, who knew where it happened, with support of Saito and Donatelli went out next morning to get the track and Infos.
At the place of the abduction, now empty, they found a chained older woman on a street sign with her guts wide open. She bled out stinking and full of flies. Vector and Fido tried to get the scent of Valdez, while Pillard the ex-manager went with Saito into the bigger building at the crossing. They wanted to look if they find something intersting. It was quiet inside and dim light fell into the barrikaded windows. The house looked mysterious with the dust dancing in the light rays from outside. Saito took out his Flashlight and stepped in. Pillard waited outside “I dont go in there. Looks to dangerous. You know – there are two kinds of people on this earth. The ones who go in front and take the risks to die and the other ones in safe distance to order what to do. When I learned something from my old job as manager, then that I am in the second group and thats why I am still alive.” Saito didn’t waited until he finished and went deeper into the house. On the ground floor was nothing interesting. All normal stuff, to heavy to carry. He went up the old stairs, step by step. In the first floor he opened some doors but nothing special. One door stood open, a wasted bedroom. Someone searched here after something, but nothing interesting to take. Suddenly an infected broke through one of the other doors and under slight shock and with a lot of luck he made it down the stairs to the exit. While stepping outside he said to Pillard “yeah – you are right.” and closed the door. Vector pointed to the two guys at the house “Are you still with us or do I have to go alone after them? Fido found the scent and followed already excited the track…..
After a few hours later they arrived a small clearing which set a good view down in a valley free where they could see the small city Marion. Vector kneeled down behind a bush and pointed to the others to do the same. He had a good look through the scope of his rifle and reconed the area. A regular simple city. Many of the streets leading into the city are partly blocked by cars and a bunch of infected which are chained together to build a street barrier. They had enough space to cover the whole street. Death Cultists in pairs with 2-4 infected following them patroling the streets. Civilians are walking amongst them and going on with their business. They seem to act normal without fear of the Death Cultists. In the east of the city on a river they had something like a watercraft generator to produce electricity for the city. In the north was a large Correction prison facility. Vector looked to the other two and said with low voice “I will go further over there to have a different perspective. You three hold the position here.” After tapping the head of Fido, Vector disappeared with his wolfhound into the bushes. “Here he goes again” Pillard remarked sarcastic. “I will take a leak over there. You two keep your eyes on the city. Maybe you will notice something interesting.” Donatelli smirked over to Saito with italian accent “He isa an asshole eh”. And then continued to talk about his newest receipe which he would try out if he had a nice stoneoven and proper ingredients. Saito kept his eyes on the city and thought about where they could hold up Valdez.
Then suddenly Donatelli turned around “eh managerman, leaking finished ah?” and got a long knife deep into his chest. With his wide eyes open starring at a Death Cultist in his black robes and a “ssshhhit” out of his mouth escaping he sacked onto his knees. Saito reacted fast and blocked the strong kicked leg which could have thrown him down the hill. Saito reached for his knife, pulled it fast and stabbed straight forward into the throat of the attacker who felt side wards with his hands on the blood splatting wound. But there was no time to waste. A second Death Cultist slashed with a sword to hit Saito, who could jump aside. A bit to slow and the sword strived his leg, cut his trousers open and glided long but not so deep along his leg. Saito stepped back and held his leg with one hand on the wound. The sword of the second cultist was high up over his head ready to come down on Donatelli who still was on his knees trying to get the knife out. While the sword came down, Saito could leap himself forward, grabbing the down coming sword-arm and failed to block the attack in time. The sword stuck into Donatellis shoulder which shouted loud out and fell side wards with loosing a lot of blood. Due the block and push of Saito the cultist lost his balance and stumbled over a bigger stone only to fall over it. Saito didn’t thought but acted only fast. With leaping over Donatelli the combat knife raised in the air and coming down to the chest of the Death Cultist on the ground. And a again. Two stabs at the right spot and the life was leaving the body of the cultist. Bloody and full of adrenalin Saito turned fast around to only see the fear in the eyes of Donatelli. Saito grabbed his bag pack and pulled out the first aid kit, had problems to open it, cursed, and finally could take desinfection and bandages out. Donatelli was bleeding so strong that all was dunked into the glibbery red life-fluid. “Ok – Donatelli – listen. Look into my eyes. You make it. Its not deep, only a scratch. I patch you up and you will be good as new.” Saito talked fast to Donatelli, doubting himself what he said. The wounds where gapping wide open. After fast cleaning and bandaging the wound, Donatelli lost for a second the conciousness. Blood soaked through the bandages. “No, no, no, no. Think Saito, think” he talked to himself. He took out the stiching kit and stiched the large wound while Donatelli bit on the wooden jaw-blocker which Saito shoved into his mouth a second ago. “shhhh – I got this.” and started sewing Donatelli up only to bandage him again. Finally the bleeding stopped, but Donatelli felt into unconciousness.
Short after, Vector rushed in because his dog felt something was wrong. He recognized the two dead cultists and asked Saito “What happened here?” Behind Vector suddenly a few meters away another voice “Yeah – what happend here? Only going to have a piss and hell breaks loose.” comes from Pillard. Saito explained the situation, still a bit shaking and full of blood. “Donatelli needs to get back to the Safe Haven to see a real doctor. I patched him up so far, but I don’t know if he makes it.”
Vector said calm “Ok, I don’t want go back with empty hands. It gets already darker and I will go down on my own and scout the area closer and to find a clue about the where abouts of Valdez. If I am not back in a few hours, then you two leave with Donatelli.” Vector disappeared again in the upcoming darkness and did what he could do best.
Deep in the early morning Vector showed up again and said “Lets go. I have what we need.” and walked past them. Saito build in Vectors absence already out of some big branches a litter to carry Donatelli. They made their way back and the Nicolas the dog tended the wound ASAP – just to save his life in the last minutes. “A little bit longer and he would have stopped breathing.”
Vector delivered in the meanwhile intel about the death cultist city and about the where abouts of Valdez who was seen by him with another younger woman washing laughing clothes in the north correction side complex. She seemed not to be a real prisoner, even she was behind fences…
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 9
Idaho stared with open eyes onto the ceiling of his living container while lying on his matress. Thoughts about his past whirling around on the ceiling like ghosts of the past. He sees his wife and other family members are dragged out of their burning house by dark robed cultists at night. In front of it are wooden crosses prepared. They tear the clothes of the family down and nailed them on the crosses with their heads pointing down and the legs up. They used hot iron in shape of a skull to burn it in the middle of their belly while the close head with white skull paint smiled into their faces. The shouts and cries are unbearable to witness, but no one could come by to help. Idaho’s hands where tied up together and a wound in his leg prevented that he could get up. Two big cultists held him down, his head upholded on his hair by them that he had to witness every detail. “See the power of Bryllyxx. Witness the new life he gifted us with. Pray to him to praise his name. BRYLLYXX, BRYLLYXX the chorus chanted ongoing while one of the priests forced the crossed ones to drink from a bowl with dark black fluid. After that he stepped to Idaho’s wife and cut her throat so that her blood run out like water on the ground. “Live will be taken. Live will be given. BRYLLYXX is great.” and stepped to the next one to do the same. The end of a rifle bumped against the head of Idaho and all went dark…..
Everyone in the Safe Haven scared up at night while a loud “ARRRRRRGGGHHHH” followed by bumping of fists against the inner side of the Mayors container walls. After seconds of pain and agony Idaho stopped, looking down his bloody fist knuckles, turned around and sank down the container wall to sit there. His head buried in his blood dripping hands mixed with salty tears.
Emergency meeting in the morning with all members of this community. Idaho waited until everyone was there in the front of his container on which he stand on to have a good overview “This people who abducted Skye Valdez, a member of our community, a friend and a survivor, are Death Cultists. The worst of the worst. Traitors of the humanity. They brought Valdez to the City of Marion around 1.5 days foot march from here. They pretend to help, they pretend to be the savior of humankind. But if they don’t need you anymore then they let you fall like a ripe apple from the tree and then step on it, use you for their purpose, turn you in one of their holy infected slaves.” He waited a second and looked from one face to the next.
“I say no more. They have Valdez and we take her back out of the clutches of this mad men. We arm us with what we have, go there and on the way in and out we kill them all.” He pressed his fists together which where temporary bandaged. “If they resist us – they die” Some where nodding and agreed, but some had fear in their eyes but didn’t spoke up. Only Nicolas the doctor stood up to counter carefully and with calm voice “Maybe we should not choose a direct approach Mayor. We should be careful and choose a smaller team to infiltrate first to get more inside Infos. Maybe it is wiser to do it in smaller scale as to sacrifice our people here. We know they could be more then the scout operation could see. It would be suicide to go against them now.”
People stack their heads together and started discussing and even the Mayor shrugged his head and came to his senses. The anger made place for rationality. “Good – then we do it this way first. I am sorry when I overreacted a bit, but it was only because this scum should get what they earn. Vector, you choose a small Team and lead them into the City of Marion. Find a way inside and blend in. Try to get as many Infos about whats going on there as you can and if there is a chance to free Valdez then do it. Otherwise return after you see it fit to report and we see how we go on after that. Dismissed people.”
Vector choose Saito, Mica and John Brown. Additional he wanted Larissa with them because she was the next best capable doctor in the Safe Haven aside of Nicolas, just in case. They prepared their things and went out of the main gate.
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Dead Reign RPG-Group #2: Aftermath
Gamemaster: Sven
Players:
• Marc – Kazuya Idaho, Survivalist
• Adrian – Vector, Houndmaster
• Adrian – Fido, Wolfhound Companion
• Jerald – John Brown, Assassin
• Divine – Skye Valdez, Scrounger
• Mychall – Mike Chua, Survivalist
• George – Michael Mariano, Survivalist
• Ayan – Saito Hanamura, Robotics Engineer
• Francis – Kaid Misoni, Sentinel
Join our Zombie-Survival RPG with ongoing story-line. If you have no character yet, then you can try the game out with one of the available NPCs. Fight in a zombie apocalypse 6 months after the outbreak with your group of survivors for your life. Build and upgrade your Safe Haven, task your people clever, find resources, food and weapons, fight the infected and survive in this harsh world.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 1
Its 6 months after the outbreak. The world is a harsh place. The characters, scattered and unknown to each other, surviving day by day wandering around in this harsh world in the search of food and shelter. One day they found one by one a small Safe Haven which was around 50 people strong. All normal people who found shelter there and more security in numbers. The Safe Haven was surrounded by a simple Mesh-Fence and had some living containers, a big medic tent, a large tarp with sleeping places below, sanitary installments and planting areas. They had also one water pump reaching down to ground water. 2 weeks flew by and suddenly people got sick. The characters just started to see the nice advantage of having a community around them and then this. No one could explain what was the cause, but Nicolas, the doctor, guessed that it could be poisened food. But most food which lately came in was sealed like cans and bottles. What was wrong. After a few days most people died away under docs hands. He did what he could but it was not good enough. At the end only 10 people survived this sad incident. And with them the characters. The former mayor of the safe haven had some last words to the characters before he died. “Please go on with the safe haven. Give the people hope. Start a change. Keep them safe.”
Idaho startet to form a board of leaders and all agreed that Idaho is the Mayor of the new Safe Haven “Nonim”. First actions of him where tasking the remaining people every day in what they could do best e.g. guarding, repairing, hunting, support runs etc.
All went well until ….
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 2
After several days tasking people and trying to gather more food, water and supplies, one night three strange persons approached in the darkness the main gate of the safe haven. One of them, it seemed to be the leader, stepped forward to say “Lay down your weapons. We are more. We have more weapons. We are stronger. We are us. – We let you all alive and you will be one of us.” John Brown and Idaho looked at each other with the knowledge in their eyes that they had something like that seen coming one day sooner or later. After the eyes got used to the last remaining dark grey dimmed daylight, they could see that more shadows were lurking in the background. How many no one could know. Anyway, giving up at this point was no option. You all knew that this was the modern slavery. The stronger ones rule over the weaker ones. Hunter and prey and prey turns to be a hunter.
John Brown took the initiative and blasted a shotgun blast in the chest of the wide eyed leader who fall back like a puppet. With loud yelling the strangers ran toward the Safe Haven and attacked mostly with knives, machetes, pistols and make-shift spears. Idaho sounded the alarm and all tried to get something like a weapon in their hands to make a stand. But most of them are untrained in combat and the fear was visible in their faces. Idaho and Brown took care of the frontal attackers and let no one came over the fence. Vector sneaked with his dog in the back of the Safe haven out to surprise in the darkness incoming loud yelling attackers. Vector could take out a handful with his rifle before they approached him. His large wolfhound “Fido”, fully trained for combat, let the attackers see that they had no chance against him. His massive body tumbled them down to the ground like toy soldiers. With only a few stab wounds both could get out of the fight. Vector didn’t waste anything. So he went on to dismember the dead bodies and stored the next days meat for the dog.
In the nothern section some of the attackers in their ragged clothes with dirty faces came over the fence. Skye Valdez and some of the others held the ground. With more difficulties then expected they could get rid of them. The attack was repelled. At the end they didn’t had the better weapons and not more men at all. Two of them could escape and run off in the darkness, while two others where wounded and captured. They where brought to the medic tent to be interogated. Vector was already on his way and wanted to know more about why and who.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 3
Brown and Vector interogated the two prisoners very hard, which led to the death of the male one. But not through the hand of the torturer, more through crazy self destruction. The prisoner went so much crazy that he hit his head so long against the wall until he died with his skull cracked and wide open gap towards the brain. The female prisoner could manage to stay alive with her answers. “We are US, but they are THEM” lead to the conclusion that the attackers where used by another party to get hold of this small Safe Haven. The question was why? Next day Brown and Vector followed thanks the wolfhound the track and sent of the two escaped attackers, who where soon found hiding in a small hut in the forests. After some try-outs to get something out of them it ended with both escapees dead. Still the burning question why someone want take over the tiny Safe Haven. Better be prepared. Idaho ordered his people to make specific supply-runs to find anything usefull to upgrade the Safe Haven. Some things like solar panels, generators etc. Not much was found in the area around Safe Haven. Probably when the search was expanded to further distance.
After some smaller attacks of Infected coming towards the fence, which could be stopped before the fence got damage. To avoid attracting other infected they choose to use only close combat weapons like knifes and spears which they poked out through the mesh fence.
Some of the community members got infection while they were out in the wild for hunting or supply runs. They had some trouble and got away with minor injuries. It is dangerous out there, even in groups of 2 or 3.
New people came to the Safe Haven and after some testing time welcomed to the community. In this hard times every hand more is useful. Water- and food resources are enough to get the community running for a few days, so they had to send out every day some teams to gather what they could find. Seeds where found but it wasn’t sure if they are still good to plant. The sacks had already a little bit moisture. So, after developing some more small fields in the safe haven, they planted the seeds but unfortunetly after a few days it was clear that they don’t grow like they should.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 4
Mike Chua was walking the whole day. He lost his comrade Michael Mariano, also a newbie in the Safe Haven. They went out for supply run and on the way to this new location where he wanted to start scavenging first thing in the morning. A suburbs area of a nearby city. They were surprised by a bunch of infected and got separated. After a few hours search Chua decided to go on and hopefully Mariano will catch up here. Chua is a man who prepared for a life like this his life long. Since he was a kid he liked to camp in the forest at the lake close to his home. He searched at the lake for Berries and Mushrooms, fished and prepared at the evening his feast, like he has called it always. When he grew up he started to collect weapons of all kinds, but guns where his favorite. No need to close in a fight when you can finish before one starts. Yeah – but now all changed. Now his prediction that one day the pharma companies and corrupt government in higher ranks decide something stupid and as result we are in this deep shithole of life. The world is overrun by infected zombie-like people. Some look more alive than dead, while others are more dead than alive. But one is clear – they are though bastards to bring down. Better choice is to avoid them where you can or outrun them. But you never can really get away. You have ever outrun something which doesn’t need to sleep, to rest or feel no pain?
So this night Chua found shelter in this half build house construction area. A small brick walled side garage. He started a fire in a corner, his rifle in reach, opened a can with beans. He really didn’t know what the content was because the label was already washed away. Yes – beans again….
Suddenly he heared outside that something approached slowly. He reached for his gun and went to the side of the door opening (without door) and peaked out in the half darkness. A person came closer with his hands raised “Hey friend, I mean no harm. I only need a place to sleep safely and maybe you have a little bit spare food because I ran out. I trade for a canteen full with fresh water. My name is Saito by the way”.
Chua knows when he sees a man if he has good or bad intentions, and this guy seems to be harmless. Something you learn when you are out there on your own and have to trade with all kind of people – good ones as well as the bad ones.
After some small talk the tiredness started to set in. And suddenly Chua heard something again. This time cracking of stones caused by steps. Both grapped their weapons and spied outside from the left corner a shadow came out. Saito directed his flashlight in this direction and with a lower squeeking the woman covered her eyes. “Hey carefully, my eyes are sensitive from wandering around in the dark. The night came faster as I thought and no proper shelter in sight. I see you guys found one? Maybe you have food – I starve. So hungry since two days. I ran out of food.” “Guys you dont want ask a lady in?” Suspicious but somehow blinded by her long brown wild hair, her pretty face in the mid-twenties and the nice body which was no secret because she wear very tight clothes. She had some bags and bag pack, a shovel, crowbar and a knife on her. Under the dirt on her cheeks some freckles showing up and the warm fire brought her face to glow. She took gratefully the offered food and started small talk. She was willing to help out scavanging in the morning and split 50/50. Later on she flirted with Saito and tried to get him to know better. An when Chua was about to have watch she crawled under Saitos blancet with the words “I feel cold”. Chua took the first watch and woke Saito up for the second. But Saito was way to tired to keep his eyes open. In the morning Chua woke up and found Saito sleeping sitting on the wall and holding his defensive stop-shield. “Hey – Saito – wake up you idiot. Where is the girl?” No girl here. Saito jumped up “I only closed short my eyes – I didn’t fall asleep. Did I?” They looked outside for the woman but she was not seen somewhere. Chua went pale and rushed back in only to realize that his rifle, ammunition and bag with food was gone. Damn it. Saito was missing only his umbrella, his favorite nice umbrella. “damn it Saito” Chua hissed. “we have to find her”. But before they could think further they where surprised by a infected stumbling through the entrance. All this shock made them not aware about the approaching danger. But together with some lucky hits they bashed his head in and tried to find the girl. They searched around the area and suddenly they heared a womans shouting voice from the left side 50m away “Hey guys. A little help please?” with a her eyes blinking and a big smile. She was in a kind of cage which was a trap and flipped over her from the bigger tree aside of her. Someone set traps for animals or maybe also for humans if they are not choosy with what they eat. As they approached her Mariano was sprinting by. He made it there and had the luck to stumble over Chua again. “Where have you been man? I looked everywhere for you.” said chua with a blaming voice. Mariano told him what happened and how he couldnt find the way back to the point they lost each other. “Guys. I am still here in this prison.” came from the side. Chua looked at her “Why we should help you? We could let you rott here until you day on hunger and thirst.” She smiled and looked sexy towards him with one hand on her hip. “Hmmm – maybe you should help me because I have here still something which belongs to you.” and pointed to Chuas rifle in the center of the cage. “I really borrowed it only. Wanted to hunt a bit to come back to share the food. You guys slept so long. Really…. Come on ….” Well well – Saito thought and they started to bring their cage up.
In the meanwhile Mariano tried to climb up the tree to have a better sight of the surrounding area to keep watch. It looked good until he slipped and a branch broke and he started to fall down. With a last attempt he tried to grab another branch, but missed it and fell with the head first down. A silent knack like a breaking bone was to hear while he landed very unfortunate. The girl was free, the weapon back to its rightfull owner. Chua and Saito ran towards Mariano and hoped the best. After a check up by Saito he found out that Mariano was only unconcious and no bones where broken. After Mariano stood up he felt pain in his neck when he hold his head straight up. So he looked a bit funny when they went later back to the Safe Haven with some stuff they found and one new guy. And yes – the woman was gone again – with the umbrella and the ammunition which Chua didnt asked for. She used the Mariano distraction to get away. “Never trust anybody” mumbled Chua grumpy.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 5
Skye Valdez a scrounger, Marcus Pillard a former top-manager and Michael Mariano a survivalist are on a day-trip supply-run for the Safe Haven. After some more or less successful farmhouse searches they stopped their carts in front of a nice maintained farm house, because there sat a middle aged woman in a flower dress on the stairs. The head digged into her hands and it seems that she was shaking and silent crying.
Skye went closer and apprached her “Mam, are you ok? Can we help you?” The woman looked startled up and couldnt speak for a second. As she sees that there is no harm from the group she asked with red teary eyes “Please help me, please. My child is trapped. I cant help her. They are to many.” She explained that her daugther was trapped not long ago in a small toolshack not far from here. After all agreed to help and bargained with the lady grain and a bit food, she led them to the shack. The shack was surrounded by 8-10 infected bumping, pushing and beating against the door and the sides. One small window was already smashed. The team distracted some of them away from the shack, then Michael ran towards the door, pushed one infected aside and slammed into the door with his shoulder. It didnt budge under his run in. With a second attempt he managed to break through and landed inside. The dim light from the small windows showed some old shelfes with useless stuff and in one corner a little girl cowarding small on the floor, covering her ears. She starred with wide eyes to Michael Mariano and he grabbed her and ran out. One infected tried to cut him off, but one nice targeted shot from the manager distracted the infected, so that Michael dodged aside out of the door and ran back. Skye attracted the infected in a different direction to lead them away from the way to the farm house and met the other a bit later back in front of the house. The lady was so happy and relieved as the child ran into her arms. She hold her end of the bargain and handed over the promised things. With a handshake and friendly smile she waved the small team on their way to head back to the Safe Haven.
After a longer walk with no interuptions they heard suddenly from the left side, a small asphalted street forked towards left to a house. In the middle of the street was a half naked woman cuffed on the streetsignage. “Help me. Please somebody help me.” Crys without hope, but a soar throat. The group stopped to help. The manager and Michael stayed away with their carts. Skye came closer to the weeping woman. Carefully she said “Don’t be afraid, we will help you. What happened to you? Who did this?” Skye tried to get her out of the cuffs but was suddenly interrupted by the face of the woman with tears looking in Skyes face “I am so sorry. I am really sorry. They make me do this” and with this said Skye could see only the blinking of the metal blade while the woman stabbed after her throat. Skye could got away with a jump backwards, only to get the knife with a second slash towards her leg. No deep wound, but it burned like hell.
Pillard and Mariano could see at the same moment the scene happened that from the bigger house one person slowly coming out of the front door. Covered with a hooded robe, the face painted white in shape of a skull. He made some gestures and said some orders which they could barely hear and infected coming out from the sides of the forest, bushes, behind the house. Some walked in slow speed toward the two, and some towards skye with her leg wound. She wanted to stand up and run away, but she couldn’t. The wound was deeper than she thought. After she looked around she saw now 3-4 robed man and around 10+ infected. It was so strange to see that the robed persons could somehow direct the infected to do what they want. Very strange. As two robed guys came closer to Skye she started to fight with all she got. She didn’t wanted to go out without a proper fight. After some spanish curses, some knife strokes later she killed one of the robed guys with luck. But then short after one or two infected bodies throw them over her, not without getting some pistol shots in their body which they ignored like it was nothing. She was pinned down. The leader in robes kneeled down and spoke in a low calm voice “Don’t fear us my child. We save you. We are here to free you from your chains of misbelief and false information about the sickness. Come with us and let me show you.” Then the robed leader of the group looked short to the older bait woman, then towards two infected and gave them a wink towards the woman. They instantly started to stumble over to the bait which had no chance to get away. With gurgles and cries she was overrun by the two infected in bad condition. They bit her in the throat and ripped her intestines out, only to feed on them partly.
The two guys wanted to help Skye at first, but it looked like if they stayed longer they are also surrounded like Valdez without escape route. After some shots more from their rifles the manager looked at Michael and said “ok – thats it. I will run. No chance to help her – thats to many. She is on her own.” Michael, a bit irritated by the cold and hasty decission of the manager, continued to support Valdez. But he was shaking so much confronted with the superior numbers of the infected that he also seeked distance and followed at the end Pillard. With bad concience they walked back with their carts to the Safe Haven without Valdez, assumed dead and MIA …..
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 7
Skye Valdez followed injured the 2 Death Cultists and 4 of their infected by-travellers. Sometimes when Skye comes to close to them it seems like they look at her and try to reach with their withered and battered arms after her, but only a look and a short command “NO” let them fall back in the walking lethargy. In Skye Valdez head thoughts whirled around. What will happen to me? Where do they bring me? Why they haven’t killed me yet? And puto, why in hell they had some control over infected? Super scary.
After a while it bursted out of Skye “Where do we go? What do you want with me?”. The hooded robed cultist in front of her took his time to answer her with soft and calm voice “My child, don’t be afraid. We open your eyes and let you see. Be patient. We bring you back to the right path.” Thats all she could get out of them.
After several hours march on foot they arrived at the City of Marion.
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 8
Mariano and Pillard arrived breathless the Safe Haven. “Fast – open the gate – we need to talk to the Mayor.” They went fast to the Mayors living container. “Idaho, come out. We have a problem.” Idaho woke up from the door banging and the shouting. He worked longer last night on some new additions to an armor. “Yeah, yeah – coming.” He slipped fast in his sweater and shorts and opened the door. “Whats up? I hope you have a good reason to wake me up after my long night shift with my work.”
“Idaho” Mariano started “we lost Valdez”. Idaho looked at them both and repeated “You lost Valdez. What the heck?”. Pillard continued “we where on our supply run and on our way back we came across some robed hooded guys with white painted skull face. They surprised Valdez while she wanted to help someone. It was a trap and suddenly this guys waved some infected to their aid. They where so many. We had no choice as to run and leave her after she was wounded on her legs. We really tried hard.” While Pillard spoke this out he looked short over to Mariano and had a sharp look. Mariano pressed the words out and looked to the floor “Yes Idaho. No chance. Too many of them. The last thing we have seen was that they took her with them.”
Listening to what they said Idaho’s face turned serious and angry “Death Cultists” he hissed out between his lips. “This damn rats. We don’t leave Skye in their clutches. We fight her out. We go there and kill them all. No one of them will get away.” He formed with his hands fists and bumped one in the side of the container wall. “Fucking bastards.” Mariano and Pillard went fast and shocked a step back looking at each other. Idaho said “Let us have tonight a meeting and go our options and plans through to smash them.”….
At evening everyone knew about what happened and the formed board of advisors came together. After a longer and hot discussion to calm Idaho down they came to a conclusion how to go on with that situation. They convinced Idaho to calm down and think straight. Nicolas the Doctor threw in “We don’t know their numbers, their strength, their defenses and where they are. We don’t know anything at the moment. So why we don’t send a small team out to track them down and to see where they went and gather informations.” Vector raised his hand “I will go. Fido and I will find them. I only need some old clothes of Valdez to give Fido the scent of her. Then we need to go to the last place where she was seen to get on their track.” So at the end Vector and his wolfhound plus Pillard, who knew where it happened, with support of Saito and Donatelli went out next morning to get the track and Infos.
At the place of the abduction, now empty, they found a chained older woman on a street sign with her guts wide open. She bled out stinking and full of flies. Vector and Fido tried to get the scent of Valdez, while Pillard the ex-manager went with Saito into the bigger building at the crossing. They wanted to look if they find something intersting. It was quiet inside and dim light fell into the barrikaded windows. The house looked mysterious with the dust dancing in the light rays from outside. Saito took out his Flashlight and stepped in. Pillard waited outside “I dont go in there. Looks to dangerous. You know – there are two kinds of people on this earth. The ones who go in front and take the risks to die and the other ones in safe distance to order what to do. When I learned something from my old job as manager, then that I am in the second group and thats why I am still alive.” Saito didn’t waited until he finished and went deeper into the house. On the ground floor was nothing interesting. All normal stuff, to heavy to carry. He went up the old stairs, step by step. In the first floor he opened some doors but nothing special. One door stood open, a wasted bedroom. Someone searched here after something, but nothing interesting to take. Suddenly an infected broke through one of the other doors and under slight shock and with a lot of luck he made it down the stairs to the exit. While stepping outside he said to Pillard “yeah – you are right.” and closed the door. Vector pointed to the two guys at the house “Are you still with us or do I have to go alone after them? Fido found the scent and followed already excited the track…..
After a few hours later they arrived a small clearing which set a good view down in a valley free where they could see the small city Marion. Vector kneeled down behind a bush and pointed to the others to do the same. He had a good look through the scope of his rifle and reconed the area. A regular simple city. Many of the streets leading into the city are partly blocked by cars and a bunch of infected which are chained together to build a street barrier. They had enough space to cover the whole street. Death Cultists in pairs with 2-4 infected following them patroling the streets. Civilians are walking amongst them and going on with their business. They seem to act normal without fear of the Death Cultists. In the east of the city on a river they had something like a watercraft generator to produce electricity for the city. In the north was a large Correction prison facility. Vector looked to the other two and said with low voice “I will go further over there to have a different perspective. You three hold the position here.” After tapping the head of Fido, Vector disappeared with his wolfhound into the bushes. “Here he goes again” Pillard remarked sarcastic. “I will take a leak over there. You two keep your eyes on the city. Maybe you will notice something interesting.” Donatelli smirked over to Saito with italian accent “He isa an asshole eh”. And then continued to talk about his newest receipe which he would try out if he had a nice stoneoven and proper ingredients. Saito kept his eyes on the city and thought about where they could hold up Valdez.
Then suddenly Donatelli turned around “eh managerman, leaking finished ah?” and got a long knife deep into his chest. With his wide eyes open starring at a Death Cultist in his black robes and a “ssshhhit” out of his mouth escaping he sacked onto his knees. Saito reacted fast and blocked the strong kicked leg which could have thrown him down the hill. Saito reached for his knife, pulled it fast and stabbed straight forward into the throat of the attacker who felt side wards with his hands on the blood splatting wound. But there was no time to waste. A second Death Cultist slashed with a sword to hit Saito, who could jump aside. A bit to slow and the sword strived his leg, cut his trousers open and glided long but not so deep along his leg. Saito stepped back and held his leg with one hand on the wound. The sword of the second cultist was high up over his head ready to come down on Donatelli who still was on his knees trying to get the knife out. While the sword came down, Saito could leap himself forward, grabbing the down coming sword-arm and failed to block the attack in time. The sword stuck into Donatellis shoulder which shouted loud out and fell side wards with loosing a lot of blood. Due the block and push of Saito the cultist lost his balance and stumbled over a bigger stone only to fall over it. Saito didn’t thought but acted only fast. With leaping over Donatelli the combat knife raised in the air and coming down to the chest of the Death Cultist on the ground. And a again. Two stabs at the right spot and the life was leaving the body of the cultist. Bloody and full of adrenalin Saito turned fast around to only see the fear in the eyes of Donatelli. Saito grabbed his bag pack and pulled out the first aid kit, had problems to open it, cursed, and finally could take desinfection and bandages out. Donatelli was bleeding so strong that all was dunked into the glibbery red life-fluid. “Ok – Donatelli – listen. Look into my eyes. You make it. Its not deep, only a scratch. I patch you up and you will be good as new.” Saito talked fast to Donatelli, doubting himself what he said. The wounds where gapping wide open. After fast cleaning and bandaging the wound, Donatelli lost for a second the conciousness. Blood soaked through the bandages. “No, no, no, no. Think Saito, think” he talked to himself. He took out the stiching kit and stiched the large wound while Donatelli bit on the wooden jaw-blocker which Saito shoved into his mouth a second ago. “shhhh – I got this.” and started sewing Donatelli up only to bandage him again. Finally the bleeding stopped, but Donatelli felt into unconciousness.
Short after, Vector rushed in because his dog felt something was wrong. He recognized the two dead cultists and asked Saito “What happened here?” Behind Vector suddenly a few meters away another voice “Yeah – what happend here? Only going to have a piss and hell breaks loose.” comes from Pillard. Saito explained the situation, still a bit shaking and full of blood. “Donatelli needs to get back to the Safe Haven to see a real doctor. I patched him up so far, but I don’t know if he makes it.”
Vector said calm “Ok, I don’t want go back with empty hands. It gets already darker and I will go down on my own and scout the area closer and to find a clue about the where abouts of Valdez. If I am not back in a few hours, then you two leave with Donatelli.” Vector disappeared again in the upcoming darkness and did what he could do best.
Deep in the early morning Vector showed up again and said “Lets go. I have what we need.” and walked past them. Saito build in Vectors absence already out of some big branches a litter to carry Donatelli. They made their way back and the Nicolas the dog tended the wound ASAP – just to save his life in the last minutes. “A little bit longer and he would have stopped breathing.”
Vector delivered in the meanwhile intel about the death cultist city and about the where abouts of Valdez who was seen by him with another younger woman washing laughing clothes in the north correction side complex. She seemed not to be a real prisoner, even she was behind fences…
THE STORY SO FAR: PART 9
Idaho stared with open eyes onto the ceiling of his living container while lying on his matress. Thoughts about his past whirling around on the ceiling like ghosts of the past. He sees his wife and other family members are dragged out of their burning house by dark robed cultists at night. In front of it are wooden crosses prepared. They tear the clothes of the family down and nailed them on the crosses with their heads pointing down and the legs up. They used hot iron in shape of a skull to burn it in the middle of their belly while the close head with white skull paint smiled into their faces. The shouts and cries are unbearable to witness, but no one could come by to help. Idaho’s hands where tied up together and a wound in his leg prevented that he could get up. Two big cultists held him down, his head upholded on his hair by them that he had to witness every detail. “See the power of Bryllyxx. Witness the new life he gifted us with. Pray to him to praise his name. BRYLLYXX, BRYLLYXX the chorus chanted ongoing while one of the priests forced the crossed ones to drink from a bowl with dark black fluid. After that he stepped to Idaho’s wife and cut her throat so that her blood run out like water on the ground. “Live will be taken. Live will be given. BRYLLYXX is great.” and stepped to the next one to do the same. The end of a rifle bumped against the head of Idaho and all went dark…..
Everyone in the Safe Haven scared up at night while a loud “ARRRRRRGGGHHHH” followed by bumping of fists against the inner side of the Mayors container walls. After seconds of pain and agony Idaho stopped, looking down his bloody fist knuckles, turned around and sank down the container wall to sit there. His head buried in his blood dripping hands mixed with salty tears.
Emergency meeting in the morning with all members of this community. Idaho waited until everyone was there in the front of his container on which he stand on to have a good overview “This people who abducted Skye Valdez, a member of our community, a friend and a survivor, are Death Cultists. The worst of the worst. Traitors of the humanity. They brought Valdez to the City of Marion around 1.5 days foot march from here. They pretend to help, they pretend to be the savior of humankind. But if they don’t need you anymore then they let you fall like a ripe apple from the tree and then step on it, use you for their purpose, turn you in one of their holy infected slaves.” He waited a second and looked from one face to the next.
“I say no more. They have Valdez and we take her back out of the clutches of this mad men. We arm us with what we have, go there and on the way in and out we kill them all.” He pressed his fists together which where temporary bandaged. “If they resist us – they die” Some where nodding and agreed, but some had fear in their eyes but didn’t spoke up. Only Nicolas the doctor stood up to counter carefully and with calm voice “Maybe we should not choose a direct approach Mayor. We should be careful and choose a smaller team to infiltrate first to get more inside Infos. Maybe it is wiser to do it in smaller scale as to sacrifice our people here. We know they could be more then the scout operation could see. It would be suicide to go against them now.”
People stack their heads together and started discussing and even the Mayor shrugged his head and came to his senses. The anger made place for rationality. “Good – then we do it this way first. I am sorry when I overreacted a bit, but it was only because this scum should get what they earn. Vector, you choose a small Team and lead them into the City of Marion. Find a way inside and blend in. Try to get as many Infos about whats going on there as you can and if there is a chance to free Valdez then do it. Otherwise return after you see it fit to report and we see how we go on after that. Dismissed people.”
Vector choose Saito, Mica and John Brown. Additional he wanted Larissa with them because she was the next best capable doctor in the Safe Haven aside of Nicolas, just in case. They prepared their things and went out of the main gate.
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