"Rebuild 2024" ("Take 2" of an earlier RP)

[Alice2015]

Gretchen Lehman

I see Craig's eyes bulge as my bra pops free, showing off my still firm B-cups and their now very pert nipples. I giggle; he's shocked.

"Yeah, me, too," is all he can manage. I move to him, take hold of his pant's buckle to begin loosing his clothes, and kiss him again, this time longer and more passionately.

"It's okay," I whisper. "I want you. Don't you want me?"

I listen to his answer, which I expected in one form or another to be positive. His pants fall, and I drop to my knees to help him out of his high top boots. Hidden behind his tight fitting jockey shorts, Craig's cock is now fully swollen and, I think, even twitching a bit in anticipation.

I direct him out of his boots and then pants. I look up into his face as I peel his underwear away from his cock and hips, pulling them down as well to let his erection pop out and nearly slap me on the forehead. He's a bit larger than average in length and girth both, and I smile at the choice of men I've made.

Rising to my knees, I grasp his shaft and take more than half of it into my mouth, my head bobbing back and forth as one hand grasped his base tightly and the other rolls his balls around. I pull back, lick his entire length to wet it, then stand and lead him to a desk, on which I sit after shedding my boy shorts and the thong underneath it.

"Sorry, I haven't shaved in a couple of days," I apologize and I lead him in between my thighs. Again, I grasp Craig's shaft with one hand as the other pulls him into my crotch, telling him, "I like it hard and deep. Okay?"

 

[Alice2015]

Marilyn Ingram with Pham Van Duc (aka "Ducky)
3rd Floor
Marcum Medical Supplies
9pm

I'm surprised -- shocked! -- when I feel Ducky's lips on my own. I pull my face back instinctively, not because I didn't like the kiss, and release my own part of the hug that is holding our bodies together. I look into my employee's eyes as she backs a bit, looking embarrassed; I've hurt her.

"It's alright, Ducky," I say, assuming I've offended her. I chuckle, telling her, "I'm sorry, you just … you surprised me is all."

I don't know what to say. Pham Van Duc is a beautiful, young woman with strikingly beautiful features. I would be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about her in the past; sometimes I watched her from my office as she ran the register, ogling that tight little ass and imagining it naked just before I flipped her to her back and went down on her.

But she is my employee, so...

Wait … she isn't my employee. Not anymore. Not really. But still, she's going to be working underneath me -- not in that way -- very often here in the Community, so, do the supervisor-underling guidelines still apply?

"You're a very beautiful young woman, Ducky," I tell her, reaching out to caress a cheek. "And I am honored that you would want to kiss me … and … maybe more?"

I don't know whether she will respond to that question but I continue, "Are you sure, though? I mean--" I laugh as I take her hands into mine and continue, "I'm old enough to be your mother. And it's been a very traumatic couple of days. Do you think maybe … well, should you take a day or two … before you get involved with anyone here?"

In my mind, I am actually hoping she will say she doesn't want to wait. I would lover nothing more than to get naked with this young thing and find some bliss. If not, we'll dim the crank lamp -- it'll last 10 hours at 20% power -- and call it a night.

 

[Alice2015]

22 November 2024 -- Friday

Maps link

Mayor Alice Palmer's POV:

During the night … the internet went down and just before dawn the last broadcasting radio station went off the air.

Well, one more thing about which to be concerned! I take a few minutes to ask about other ways to communicate with the outside world, and the best answer I get is the one I'd already considered: HAM radio.

"Does anyone know where we can get one?"

I get shrugs. I tell them, "There's gotta be one around someplace. We just have to look for a tall antennae."

After breakfast, the Community resumes its work from the day before:

• Leadership:
  • SL=5 -- Alice Palmer -- Supervision of the whole.
  • SL=3 -- Roger Kent -- Supervision of the planning for the Wheelhouse's renovation (security and infrastructure).
• Alpha Squad (Protection of the Resource Collection Crew):
  • New -- We will spend the majority of the day moving to and from Parr, so I ask Alpha Squad, the Watch Standers, and the Builders to come up with a way to make the journey safer.
  • SL=4 -- Sergeant Denny Paulson, US Army
  • SL=4 -- CPO Walton Graham, US Navy
  • SL=3 -- Officer Gretchen Lehman
• Roof top Watch Duty (Protection of the Wheelhouse and Parr path)
  • SL=3 -- Sharon Hooper
  • SL=3 -- Frank Bloom
  • SL=1 -- Constance McCallister
• Resource Collection (at Parr Lumber):
  • New -- the priority is safety and security, infrastructure, and utilities, however, I also put a couple of the girls and a manly man type in charge of finding things that will make the Wheelhouse more homey.
  • SL=3 -- Marilyn Ingram -- Supervisor.
  • SL=2 -- Phillip Nelson -- Collection labor.
  • SL=2 -- Craig Ullman -- Collection labor.
• Learning:
  • SL=3 -- Lucas Sampson -- New: studying electrical distribution books from Parr.
• Food Services/Domestics
  • New -- Millie has informed me that she is rationing vegetables and protein. People aren't happy about it, but then were talking vegetables and who wants to eat their vegies; and most of the protein was in the form of nuts and dried jerky, not steak and McDonald's hamburgers.
  • SL=3 -- Millie Rogers -- Manager
  • SL=2 -- Olivia Hanson
• Recovery
  • SL=1 -- Pham Van Duc (aka "Ducky") -- 2 more days of mandated rest and recuperation.

TOTAL NUMBER OF SURVIVORS=15


After we all get busy, I get together with Roger Kent, who as Infrastructure Chief needs all the bodies he can get; and Sergeant Paulson who's in charge of keeping all those bodies safe.

"We lost power last night, which means that all of the businesses in the area lost power last night," I say, telling them nothing they don't already know. "I'm just thinking about all of the food in refrigerators and freezers that is going to go bad in the next day or two."

They see my meaning. But scavenging homes and businesses could be dangerous. And it would take away from the work being done on the Wheelhouse.

"There are 3 electric cars or hybrids in the parking lot that we have keys to, either personal cars or company cars," I tell them. "I believe it's worth the risk and the delay to raid some houses. Or, even better … there are restaurants and microbreweries within blocks of here. I don't know about you two, but I could really enjoy a beer tonight."

We talk some more, but I remind them, "We have a working government. We should take it to a vote."

We get together the members of the BNC:

• Alice Palmer, Owner of the Wheelhouse Building and Co-Founder of the Better Neighborhoods Council.
• Roger Kent, Owner of Kent Contractor Services, President of the local Habitat for Humanity Chapter, and Co-Founder of the Better Neighborhoods Council.
• Denny Paulson, a US Army veteran of Iraq and Syria and advocate for homeless veterans.
• Gretchen Lehman, who is a Sergeant in the City Police and an advocate for the homeless and poor.
• Sharon Hooper, who works for the City's Public Works Department and is one of the most informed people I know when it comes to this city.
• Marilyn Ingram, owner of Parr Lumber, advocate for the homeless, a major contributor to Habitat for Humanity, and Co-Founder of the Better Neighborhoods Council.
• Lucas Sampson, full time High School Teacher, part time College Professor, tutor for low income students, and probably the hardest working man I've ever met.
• And Olivia Hanson, who was homeless most of the past 10 years, knows this city well, and -- because of the assistance of the Better Neighborhoods Council -- recently moved into a group home just down the road.

"First, I want to say something that at various times in our Country's history has not been a very popular idea," I say once we are all together in my office on the 4th floor. "And that is the old saying that democracy is the worst form of government available ... except for all the other forms or government. Specifically, the concept of majority rule. It only take one more vote on the side of an important issue to make nearly half of us feel screwed."

"What is your solution?" someone asks.

"Supermajority, and I think we should add 3 more people to the BNC … and, for ease, I think we should just call it the council," I say. "11 council members as opposed to just 8 or even 9 would present a better cross section of the community. And a supermajority of 7 or even 8 or 9, which I would propose, would ensure that decisions we make … tasks we undergo … rules and laws we pass … are supported by a larger portion of the council and, presumably, a larger portion of the community members. And in 3 months, we hold elections with runoffs to ensure that all 11 spots are filled by people who have a majority of the support of the entire community."

We talk about the issue some more, then take some votes:

"All in favor of adding two new members to the Council, say aye," I say:

• Alice Palmer: "Aye".
• Roger Kent.
• Denny Paulson.
• Gretchen Lehman: "Aye."
• Sharon Hooper: "Aye".
• Marilyn Ingram: "Nay. Sorry, I think it's too big and unwieldy and unnecessary."
• Lucas Sampson.
• Olivia Hanson: "I'm kinda new to all of this, so, is it okay if I ... what's that called when you don't vote?"

"Abstain," someone answers.

(OOC: The vote is up to you. If it passes, I want Sergeant Denny Paulson and/or Lucas Sampson.)

"All in favor of Supermajority," I move on. "First, yea or nay. And if yea, select a minimum number of votes to pass, and the one with the most votes wins. If the nay's win, the latter isn't necessary, obviously."

• Alice Palmer: "Aye, 9".
• Roger Kent.
• Denny Paulson.
• Gretchen Lehman: "Aye, 8."
• Sharon Hooper: "Aye, 7 is good I think."
• Marilyn Ingram: "Nay. I think majority rule is fine. I think we should add 1 more member to increase the number to 9 and stick with that."
• Lucas Sampson.
• Olivia Hanson: Shrugging, "Once again ... abstain. I'm sorry, don't hate me. I'll be more involved as I learn from you all."

(OOC: The vote is up to you.)

 

[RobbieRand]

(OOC: Gretchen is now my wife? You didn't change the surname in your last post, haha.)

Craig Ullman

"It's okay," Gretchen whispers as she is undressing me. "I want you. Don't you want me?"

"God yes," I murmur without even thinking about the answer. A moment later, my cock is free and inside Gretchen's warm, wet mouth. I groan loudly and reach down to gently hold her head, whispering, "My God, that's incredible."

She sucks and licks my cock for a minute or so before rising to lead me to a desk. "I like it hard and deep. Okay?"

"Okay," I murmur again as I feel Gretchen placing me at her hole. I look down to the parted folds. Moving with her urging hand, I press into her lips; they are just as warm and wet as were her other lips as I intrude on their tightness. I lean in to kiss her, raising my hands to caress and grope her delicious breasts. Suddenly, I'm inside her, having to press hard against her tightness. I groan again, telling her, "You feel so good."

I give Gretchen what she asked for: I reach under the backs of her thighs to lift and part her knees, then begin thrusting hard, deep, and increasingly faster. I'm glad we're not on the 4th floor with the others as I am grunting with each thrust. The pleasure is rising and I know I won't last much longer. I ask with desperation, "Can I cum in you...? Are you protected?"

I'm only seconds away, and I will pull out if she tells me to do so. I explode, my cock jerking fiercely; I haven't fucked a woman in almost half a year. As the euphoria envelopes me, I can't help but lean into Gretchen's body for a long moment, pressing my head into the crook of her neck and shoulder. I hold her tightly to me, then -- after coming down from my peak -- lift my head, smile, and say, "Your turn."

I will return to fucking Gretchen, asking her what will make her cum and following her directions.

 

[RobbieRand]

Roger Kent:

"I agree with you, Alice," I tell her after she expresses her interest in raiding some local homes and businesses for perishable goods before they go bad. I ask Sergeant Paulson, "Can you cover the transfer from Parr to the Wheel and--"

He answers before I even finish, "Yes, sir. I think the Scouts can cover the work here while Graham, Lehman, me, and you do the--"

"Me?" I say quickly, not really realizing how it sounds.

"You handled yourself very well yesterday with those 2 Zeeks that surprised you at the door," Paulson compliments with a genuine tone. "You should come with Alpha Squad."

Alice cuts in, "We have a working government. We should take it to a vote."

We all gather, and after some debate, vote on some issues. Alice proposes, "All in favor of adding two new members to the Council, say aye:"

• Alice Palmer: "Aye".
• Roger Kent: "Aye."
• Denny Paulson: "I guess, sure, aye."
• Gretchen Lehman: "Aye."
• Sharon Hooper: "Aye".
• Marilyn Ingram: "Nay. Sorry, I think it's too big and unwieldy and unnecessary."
• Lucas Sampson: "Aye."
• Olivia Hanson: "I'm kinda new to all of this, so, is it okay if I ... what's that called when you don't vote?"

"Abstain," someone answers.

The votes passes, and some names are thrown out. Raised hands result in:

• Phillip Nelson, to represent a more blue collar mentality.
• Millie Rogers, "because if we don't invite her, she might spit in our food" yet another jokes."
• And finally, Craig Ullman, because the Council thus far is heavily female and because he, too, adds a bit of blue collar thinking in a community that is going to rely heavily on people who can work with their hands.

The topic moves to Supermajority:

• Alice Palmer: "Aye, 9".
• Roger Kent: "Nay. I think 11 Council and a majority vote is enough."
• Denny Paulson: "Aye, 7."
• Gretchen Lehman: "Aye, 8."
• Sharon Hooper: "Aye, 7 is good I think."
• Marilyn Ingram: "Nay. I think majority rule is fine. I think we should add 1 more member to increase the number to 9 and stick with that."
• Lucas Sampson: "Aye, and to be honest, I like unanimity, so I vote 11."
• Olivia Hanson: Shrugging, "Once again ... abstain. I'm sorry, don't hate me. I'll be more involved as I learn from you all."

So the vote passes 5-2, with a semi-supermajority being placed at 7 votes.

"Regarding Alice's idea of salvaging … I like that word better than scavenging," I say. "I think we should get our new members up here to hear the proposal and cast their first vote."

Phillip Nelson, Millie Rogers, and Craig Ullman are called up to Alice's office, which we also decide will from now on be called the Council Chamber. They are told they've been added to the Council, and all accept.

I begin again, "Then, with our new members present..."

We discuss the salvaging mission concept, the risks, the gains, and then vote:

• Alice Palmer: "Aye."
• Roger Kent: "Aye."
• Denny Paulson: "Aye."
• Gretchen Lehman:
• Sharon Hooper:
• Marilyn Ingram:
• Lucas Sampson: "Aye."
• Olivia Hanson:
• Millie Rogers: "Food, so yea."
• Phillip Nelson: "I dunno, maybe we should stick to the fences? So, nay?"
• Craig Ullman: "Aye."

The vote to salvage passes, but I recommend that we spend the day doing as much security work as we can. That passes easily, and with business done, we all head out to join in the work.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: Regarding Gretchen ... oops! Fixed.)

Gretchen Lehman (not Ullman, duh):

"Can I cum in you...? Are you protected?"

I'm not even close, so to hear Craig already asking that question is disappointing. He's making me feel so good, and I don't want it to end. But fuck...! What ever!

I tell him it's okay, and a few strokes later, Craig gives out a loud grunt and explodes. I like that I can make a man feel that good, that quick. I'm told often that I'm as tight as a virgin on prom night. But it would have been more enjoyable for me if...

And then Craig surprises me. After a minute or two of laying against me, his chest swelling and shrinking as his heart pounds against me, he resumes his stroking like a man reborn. I stare into his eyes as he asks for direction. I give them, he follows, and a couple of minutes later I am arching my back, grasping at the desk's edge, and crying out as I, too, explode in orgasm.

Craig doesn't stop pounding into my crotch, and a couple of minutes later I am once again peaking in ecstasy. I beg him to stop but he continues on. A dozen strokes later, he, too, achieves his second climax.

I gesture for his hands and Craig lifts me from the desk to clutch his torso. We just hold one another for the longest time before I finally encourage him to withdraw from me.

"Thank you," I say softly as I begin donning my outer clothes without undies. I laugh, telling Craig, "I really needed that."

I know we should get back to our own beds, and I've never been much for conversation after fucking. So, unless Craig says or does something that requires a contribution from me, I'm fine with just heading out. I need to go clean up -- inside and out -- in the ladies room.

 

[RobbieRand]

Craig Ullman

"Thank you," I say softly as I begin donning my outer clothes without undies. I laugh, telling Craig, "I really needed that."

"Happy to oblige," I say with a smirk. I chuckle. "I really needed that, too."

Gretchen doesn't say anything more as she's dressing. It's that awkward moment that happens between people who don't know one another but have just fucked each. I want to ask if we are going to do this again, but I don't. Instead, we both make our way out of the tax office; she heads to the ladies' room down the hall and I head to the men's room upstairs.

I lay down finally, closing my eyes and recalling that beautiful body in the throes of ecstasy. And I fall asleep with a smile on my lips.

 

[RobbieRand]

Pham Van Duc (aka "Ducky) with Marilyn Ingram
3rd Floor
Marcum Medical Supplies
9pm

"It's alright, Ducky," Marilyn says. "I'm sorry, you just … you surprised me is all."

"I'm so sorry, Missus Ingram, I did not mean to offend," I say quickly, my gaze downward as is a part of my culture that I have still not shed. I suddenly realize that I apologized in Vietnamese and correct in the broken English that replaces my otherwise fluent English when I am stressed, "Please, forgive, Missus Ingram. I no mean offend."

"You're a very beautiful young woman, Ducky," I tell her, reaching out to caress a cheek. "And I am honored that you would want to kiss me … and … maybe more?"

I feel my face explode in a fiery blush as Marilyn continues, "Are you sure, though? I mean -- I'm old enough to be your mother. And it's been a very traumatic couple of days. Do you think maybe … well, should you take a day or two … before you get involved with anyone here?"

"Yes, Missus Ingram," I say without truly contemplating the question. Its my inherent deference to not just a workplace superior but to a woman of greater stature than I. I back a step, nod my head -- something she's been trying to break me of since the day I was hired -- and tell her, "Good night, Missus Ingram. Sleep well."

I turn and slink off to my bed, laying down, cuddling up in my extra blanket, and do all I can not to begin sobbing in embarrassment.

 

[Alice2015]

Marilyn Ingram with Pham Van Duc (aka "Ducky)
3rd Floor
Marcum Medical Supplies
9pm

"Yes, Missus Ingram," Ducky says. She backs a step, nods in respect, and says, "Good night, Missus Ingram. Sleep well."

"Stop that, Ducky," I say with a feigned tone of chastising. I take her hands in mine, telling her for the umpteenth time since I met and hired her, "You're not in a little jungle village dealing with a cruel overlord anymore."

It took me a long time to get Pham Van Duc to open to me and tell me about her life in Viet Nam, and when she did I was shocked at how poorly she'd been treated. I have worked hard to bolster her self esteem and confidence, and I don't want to see it slide back to where it was now.

I take her into my arms again and tell her, "Get some sleep, Ducky."

She heads off to her bed, and after a bit I do, too. Tomorrow's going to be another busy day I imagine.

 

[RobbieRand]

(OOC: I messed up the dates on the previous posts. I'm not going to go back and fix them, but trust me when I say that the date below is correct. I'm performing a time jump, so today is...)

21 November 2024 -- Thursday
0500:

POV: Roger Kent, Operations Manager:

All of the Community -- save Ducky (who is still recuperating) and a single Rooftop Watch Stander -- assemble for breakfast in Millie's. I apologize for the early hour, explaining, "We have observed that the Zombies are both diurnal and nocturnal, meaning they are active during the daylight and the darkness. But they are less active and -- more importantly -- less aware at sunrise and sunset. That means that we normal human types -- when beyond the Wheelhouse's fortifications -- will begin operating in a crepuscular nature … meaning we only go out prior to sunrise or following sunset."

I turn the floor over to...

POV: Sergeant Denny Paulson

"Our destination this morning will be the apartments on the 300 Block of Water, on the far end of the block on which Parr sits, just across Water and west from where we are now," I explain. We had not a single map of the area, so our resident Professor, Lucas Sampson, drew up some simple ones that will serve our purpose. "We will cross to Parr (GML) and after disconnecting the chain link from the post in the northwest corner of the lumber yard, we will pass between the lumber lean-to and the apartments to check each apartment for both survivors and resources."

Sharon Hooper, in charge of the Scouts, reports, "We have scouted the south parking lot of the apartment building from atop the lean-to, and (roll) we have seen no Zombies. However, we have seen movement through the sliding glass door of one apartment, so we know that there are either Zombies or Humans in there."

"Are we using the word Humans to describe survivors?" someone asks. "I mean, aren't the Zombies Human, too?"

Knowing where the conversation is heading, Roger Kent takes over again and answers with a serious tone, "We have seen absolutely no evidence whatsoever that these Zombies can be saved if that's what you're thinking. Listen, I know that these creatures were once our family, friends, neighbors. But they are now little more than rabid animals. We have to accept that there is only one way we can deal with them until the CDC or some research hospital finds a way to bring them back to Humanity. I'm sorry … but the only thing we can do for them is show them mercy by ending their suffering."

I take over again, saying firmly, "Anyone who doesn't think they can put a bullet in the head of one of these things shouldn't be outside the Wheelhouse Wall. Make a decision now, because if you can't pull the trigger, you'll be dead. And worse than that, the man or woman with you -- who is depending on your ability to pull that trigger -- will be dead as well."

I give them a moment to contemplate the thought, then continue:

1. SL=5 -- Alice Palmer will be on the roof with two radios, one on Alpha Squad's frequency, one on the Parr Team frequency. Lucas Sampson will be with you.
2. SL=3 -- Roger Kent, you will be with Alpha Squad.

Militia -- Alpha Squad: 3 Alpha Squad will, of course, spear head the clearing of Zombies and breach into the first apartment.

1. SL=4 -- Denny Paulson
2. SL=4 -- Walton Graham
3. SL=3 -- Gretchen Lehman

Scouts/Watch Standers: 3 Sharon Hooper and Frank Bloom will be atop the Lumber Lean-to in positions to watch the 300's south parking lot and the paths leading to it, while Constance McCallister will lead Wheelhouse Roof Watch and Parr Ground level watch with Marilyn Ingram, Phillip Nelson, Craig Ullman.

1. SL=3 -- Sharon Hooper
2. SL=3 -- Frank Bloom
3. SL=1 -- Constance McCallister

"Build Guild" (Builders): 3

1. SL=3 -- Marilyn Ingram
2. SL=2 -- Phillip Nelson
3. SL=2 -- Craig Ullman
4. SL=1 -- Chloe Evans
   • Formerly: residential interior designer.

Teachers: 1

1. SL=3 -- Lucas Sampson

Food Services and Domestics: 3 The rest of you will be on standby to provide medical assistance if needed.

1. SL=3 -- Millie Rogers
2. SL=2 -- Olivia Hanson
3. SL=1 -- Pham Van Duc (aka "Ducky")

TOTAL NUMBER OF SURVIVORS=16


Roger Kent:

"So, we clear?" I ask. I can see nervousness in the faces of many of them. "Listen, this is our first … let's call it a mission … our first mission beyond the new Wall. But our first one, claiming Parr Lumber, and all of the work we've done since then has been very successful. No one's gotten hurt yet, and as long as we stay vigilant and work as a team, no one will get hurt."

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: If you are following our story, we changed the battle plan after I noticed something in the Google Map link Robbie posted: those aren't backyards or patios behind the apartments, they're garages.)

21 November 2024 -- Thursday
0530 -- 30 minutes later:

Constance McCallister:

"May I speak with you both, please," I say quietly to Alice and Roger as the meeting breaks up. When I feel no one else can hear, I tell them, "I'd like to be on the lean-to, please … in one of the Over Watch Stations."

The day before, the Builders and Scouts worked together to build a pair of overlooks atop the lean-to from which we can see nearly all of the parking lot and the rooves of the apartments' garages. (GML) While there, I got my first opportunity to actually shoot a zombie. I wasn't really sure I could do it; like the others said, these were once people, possibly people we knew. But I sighted the rifle, squeezed the trigger, and put a round right through the temple of one of those things. It dropped like a sack of potatoes. I was shocked at how good it felt to rid our town of one more cannibalistic maniac.

"What about your mobility situation, Connie?" Alice asks respectfully.

She knows about my battle field injury, of course. I tell her, "I'm not planning on having to move anywhere quickly. Point and shoot, not point, shoot, and run."

They discuss it and agree, knowing that I won't hesitate to pull the trigger to save one of the Alpha Squad members.

Five minutes later, I'm climbing the ladder -- with a bit of a grimace and grunt -- to my position. We've laid out rubber work station mats to create a relatively quieter walking path atop the metal roof. The Over Watch stations are little more than overturned 120 gallon plastic containers for backyard gardening, with a stool behind them for the comfort of the Scout. We only have to hide ourselves to not attract the zombies, not stop a bullet or anything. (There is doubt that zombies even look up!)

"Lot clear," I report into my radio headset after taking a minute to look around. "I repeat, parking lot clear."

A moment later I hear Mayor Alice Palmer on the radio: "Alpha Squad, deploy."

Behind me, I hear the ladder squeaking a bit under the weight of the Militia members climbing. Roger Kent, Denny Paulson, Walton Graham, and Gretchen Lehman ascend, then careful take the rubber mat path to the west edge of the lean-to roof. The lift a plywood and 2x4 bridge that had been built yesterday and put up here last evening after the sun disappeared and carefully extend it out over the gap between the lean-to and the first garage.

A moment later, after reporting the bridge's successful placement, Alice orders, "Sergeant Paulson, the mission is yours. Proceed as you deem fit."

"Copy, Command," he says, and one by one the Squad members are crossing the bridge to the garage roof. They check the open patio for Zombies and...

 

[RobbieRand]

The Mission Unfolds:

• Roll 7. The 4 members of the Squad successfully cross to the roof without issue.
• Roll 2. In the small patio between the homes sliding glass door and the garage door that opens to the patio are 2 Zombies.
• Sergeant Paulson looks to Roger Kent as if seeking direction, but Roger shakes his head and whispers, "Your mission, Sergeant."
• Paulson points his silenced pistol downward and pulls the trigger.
• Rolls 5, 6 +4 each. The Zombies each drop, a single shot placed into the tops of their skulls.
• Any Zombies hear them?
• Roll 3. Yes, 1, but it is far out on Montgomery Street and can't seem to identify Alpha Squad's location without more noise and/or movement.
• Alpha team waits for the new Zombie's departure, then lowers the 10 foot ladder they brought with them, and Denny Paulson and Gretchen Lehman descend into the patio as Roger Kent and Walton Graham provide cover.
• Roll 2. There are 2 Zombies scratching and clawing at the inside of the garage door.
• Paulson could simply leave them in there. But they are making noise, which might attract more Zombies; and then imagine what treasures may be in the garage.
• Roger Kent and Walton Graham descend the ladder and provide cover as Denny -- the brawniest of the group -- cracks and blocks the door.
• Roll 5. The Zombies try to get to the walking meals but can't, and Gretchen pop one, then the other Zombie in the forehead.
• Roll 6. Three of them enter the garage without further incidenta as Walton Graham provides cover from the outside.
• Roll 3. They find three home owners to be moderately prepared for an emergency situation:
  • Food: 30 daily rations across 4 Food Groups.
  • Water: liter bottles, 6 daily rations.
  • 2 flashlight and some batteries (vague, yes).
  • And some more things of comfort (let's say 3, the roll, that you can name.)
• Paulson reports the find and asks Alice if she wants to send Scavengers now or later. Either way, it's time to check the apartment.
• The sliding glass door is not locked. (Why would it be? ) They crack the door and make just enough noise to draw Zombies from inside but not outside.
• Roll 5, 6. Nothing. They enter to find suitcases, backpacks, laundry baskets, and plastic totes packed for an escape. It's a great find. Again, Paulson reports.
• Roll 6. Then, the incredible! Gretchen turns at movement and levels her pistol ... at a living child!
• Rolls 2, 4, 5. She is about 4, and she is soothingly calm. She is filthy; food stains on her clothes, mussed hair. But she is accepting to being approached.
• They clear the rest of the apartment: no Zombies, no Survivors:
  • R 1, 3. Food: 10 daily rations across 3 Food Groups.
  • R 2. Water: liter bottles, 2 daily rations.
  • R 4d6 = 14 normal items of interest in a home.
  • The normal clothes, furnishings, furniture, bedding, etc. Common sense.
  • R 6. Lots of batteries, nice!
• Your turn.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: I'm going to use your bullet point layout for this post, rather than regular creative paragraphs like I usually do.)

The Mission continues to Unfold:

• Constance (as well as Sharon Hooper) see the zombie out on Montgomery Street. The latter has a radio and begins to report it, but then she sees the former positioning her eye behind the scope of her .30-06. Sharon hesitates and watches...
• Roll 1d10 +1SL -3 for distance -1 for silencer (if I understood what you were telling me about them in PM) = 6: Hit, but it only stumbles, falls, and stands again.
• She shoots again: Roll 1d10 +1SL -1 (getting it down) -1 for silencer = 6: Again, a none fatal hit.
• Connie draws a breath, relaxes, aims, and fires a 3rd time...
• Roll 1d10 +2SL -1 = 9: The zombie's head jerks back, and it falls to the ground like a discarded rag doll. Connie looks over the top of the scope, then looks to Sharon. She smiles, pleased with herself.
• From the roof of the Wheelhouse, Alice -- with a pair of binoculars -- and those with her can see Connie firing. Once it is over, Alice asks in the radio, "Over Watch, we good?"
• Connie nods to Sharon, who says into the radio with a hesitant tone, "We're clear, Command." Later, Sharon will talk to Alice about the lack of need of having killed the zombie, asking whether they should worry about Constance.
• The report of the resources in the garage are radioed to Alice. She tells them, "Continue your search, Alpha Squad. I'll stage some Scavengers at the lean-to base."
• A few minutes later, the news of the child comes in, shocking everyone within hearing distance of a radio.
• Gretchen moves to the child and talks to her sweetly and asking "What's your name, honey?" The girl replies without fear, "Molly." Gretchen gets on the radio and reports, "The girl says her name is Molly.
• As the rest of Alpha Squad is clearing the apartment, Gretchen lifts Molly to a kitchen counter and -- while continuing to talk to her -- looks for some food and water.
• Millie's voice comes onto the radio. "Alpha Squad … Gretchen! Little redheaded girl with a face full of freckles, yes?" When Gretchen confirms it, Millie comes back on, "She and her mother come to my shop almost every morning for coffee and hot cocoa. It never occurred to me that she'd still be here, let alone alive."
• Arrangements are made for Scavengers to come to the apartment immediately to retrieve Molly.
• Alpha Squad finishes their reclamation of this one apartment, and -- after ensuring that Molly gets away without seeing the dead zombies, her family -- moves to the next apartment.