This is basically a short narrative battle report/story of an All Things Zombie game we had the other day, hope you enjoy.
Its been five days since the virus ravaged our once civilized world. The government failed to contain the virus which spread like a wild fire. There is complete chaos and anarchy in the streets, people are killing people, people are eating people. We can hear them outside, trying to claw there way thru the barricaded doors and boarded up windows, but its only a matter of time before they breach us, maybe we'll just starve to death. There must be a safe zone established somewhere? There were more of us the other day, we had Jim, mike and Ed, but they drew the smallest straws and had to scavenge the local area for supplies, none have since returned. Chris and John have decided first thing tomorrow afternoon to take there chance with the near empty pickup truck and see how far they can get.
Chris and john managed to get to the out side of the city before there Chevy pickup ran out of gas. But hope was not lost, just a couple blocks away a gas station was in view. They both knew what had to be done. As the truck stalled and rolled a few more feet, several figures stumbled out of the shadow, and the near by buildings, interested in what was occupied in the pick-up. Chris and John hopped out of the truck and brazenly walked down the street. The zombies shuffled closer to John and Chris and away from the truck, fresh meat was in the air. Its been a long time since the walkers had some warm, kicking and screaming meat, moaning and salivating the zombies lurched after our two survivors. Both survivors, took a couple pop shot down the street, taking several zombies out with precision head shots, but that just rang the diner bell, more zombies interested in the commotion converged with in the area. As soon as an opening presented itself the two survivors ran and neither looked back , there only goal was to get to the gas station.
After running several blocks and loosing the tailing zombies, pumping out the gas was a breeze. The two survivors high tailed it back to the truck, but John was out of shape and started to show signs of fatigue. Chris managed to take out a few stragglers around the truck before running out of ammo. John still lagging behind took a couple pop shot but the ammo was getting tight. Chris stood his ground with knife in hand, slashing and stabbing the flooding of walkers closing in on him. A thought briefly passed thru Chris's head, I should get in the truck and leave Johns slow ass behind for the walkers before its too late, but a sparkle of humanity kept him waiting for his friend. Too bad for both of them the horde was to much, out numbered and tired they were torn apart and consumed. The last thought Chris had wasn't about leaving his friend John behind, but he should have saved that last round for himself.
