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WEEK 1
WEEK ONE
!the beginning of the end
That’s what’s playing on repeat on a tape recorder, when the survivors come to.
Characters will find themselves in a humble, American townhouse, which other than being a bit dusty, is still mostly clean. All characters will be sprawled out on the floor and furniture of the living room, in front of what looks to be a giant portal. Characters will also notice they have a seemingly indestructible silver wristband around their wrists, and they have nothing with them but the clothes on their back.
Take a look around, and you'll realize that everyone in the room is likely a stranger. Aside from the tape playing, there's little explanation or proof that what's being said to you is even true. For all you know, one of the people in the room could be responsible for you being suddenly taken here.
Exploring the house's many rooms will reveal that there are small stockpiles food, water, weapons (a few guns, a few bats, a few knives), and maps, along with a large, strange container of blue liquid. The maps all chart a route from Los Angeles to San Francisco, and sport detailed recommended time stamps on them. Strangely, the recommended path occasionally diverges into two separate routes.
Upon searching the house, Haru Okumura finds a set of notes, while Leontuzzo Bellone finds a separate set. They are free to keep these notes to themselves, or share them with the group.
Nothing has anyone's names on it — not the notes, and certainly not the supplies. Everyone will have to compete for the same things. Or maybe all of you can be civilized about this, before anyone goes hoarding weapons and food? Maybe you can even introduce yourselves, while you're at it. For some strange reason, every window and door in this place is locked (and impossible to break), and will be for at least 72 hours, as if someone wanted you all to be cooped up together for a time before heading out.
Most interestingly, in the deepest basement of the house, there's a room with a large, heavy dresser shoved in front of it… and a low moaning and banging emanating from the other side. The door’s slightly ajar, and a closer look reveals a zombie is the source of the sound. Context clues around the basement, like the PhD in interdimensional travel hung up on the wall (for a Dr. Bei), hint that the woman inside is whoever left you this cryptic message - the woman who brought you here, allegedly. But she's long long gone, only this monster left in her wake. It seems she was smart enough to lock herself away to prevent you from being harmed, at least... and it'll give you a preview of the threat that looms outside.
Characters will find themselves in a humble, American townhouse, which other than being a bit dusty, is still mostly clean. All characters will be sprawled out on the floor and furniture of the living room, in front of what looks to be a giant portal. Characters will also notice they have a seemingly indestructible silver wristband around their wrists, and they have nothing with them but the clothes on their back.
Take a look around, and you'll realize that everyone in the room is likely a stranger. Aside from the tape playing, there's little explanation or proof that what's being said to you is even true. For all you know, one of the people in the room could be responsible for you being suddenly taken here.
Exploring the house's many rooms will reveal that there are small stockpiles food, water, weapons (a few guns, a few bats, a few knives), and maps, along with a large, strange container of blue liquid. The maps all chart a route from Los Angeles to San Francisco, and sport detailed recommended time stamps on them. Strangely, the recommended path occasionally diverges into two separate routes.
Upon searching the house, Haru Okumura finds a set of notes, while Leontuzzo Bellone finds a separate set. They are free to keep these notes to themselves, or share them with the group.
Nothing has anyone's names on it — not the notes, and certainly not the supplies. Everyone will have to compete for the same things. Or maybe all of you can be civilized about this, before anyone goes hoarding weapons and food? Maybe you can even introduce yourselves, while you're at it. For some strange reason, every window and door in this place is locked (and impossible to break), and will be for at least 72 hours, as if someone wanted you all to be cooped up together for a time before heading out.
Most interestingly, in the deepest basement of the house, there's a room with a large, heavy dresser shoved in front of it… and a low moaning and banging emanating from the other side. The door’s slightly ajar, and a closer look reveals a zombie is the source of the sound. Context clues around the basement, like the PhD in interdimensional travel hung up on the wall (for a Dr. Bei), hint that the woman inside is whoever left you this cryptic message - the woman who brought you here, allegedly. But she's long long gone, only this monster left in her wake. It seems she was smart enough to lock herself away to prevent you from being harmed, at least... and it'll give you a preview of the threat that looms outside.
sewer diving
After 72 hours have passed, one and only one door unlocks – in the very same basement that the zombie of Dr. Bei can be found. It leads down to a dark, dingy tunnel that connects to the sewers. Not only is the smell awful, but (non-infected) rats scurry about, keeping to the shadows – but the smell of any of the food you've taken from the house will attract them. Careful!
The party will need to create some light to navigate their way out and keep the rats at bay, or they’ll be bumping around in the dark for quite a while. Now might be a good time to share if you have some matches, or a special talent for being a lantern. Mercifully, there's only one exit that actually opens down in this labyrinth, as if it's a route the Doctor designed to take all the time.
At one point, Puppy falls into the sewage, and loses something they brought from the house.
The party will need to create some light to navigate their way out and keep the rats at bay, or they’ll be bumping around in the dark for quite a while. Now might be a good time to share if you have some matches, or a special talent for being a lantern. Mercifully, there's only one exit that actually opens down in this labyrinth, as if it's a route the Doctor designed to take all the time.
At one point, Puppy falls into the sewage, and loses something they brought from the house.
oh! that's a baseball
Once characters make it out of the sewers, they’ll be a day’s travel to the first mark on the party’s map: “Dodger’s Stadium.” The road they’ll have to hike to get there is winding, curvy, and uphill, which will give the party a good overview of the now dilapidated Los Angeles, along with the many abandoned buildings and cars that litter the place. The stadium itself looks to have been cleared of threats and fashioned into a safe spot a long time ago, as all entrances but one have been completely welded shut. The high walls keep zombies out, and the winding path up here deters most of them from even approaching.
Inside the stadium, there’s some baseball merch (and equipment) to scavenge, not to mention some really old peanuts! Delicious. Maybe there are even some old fireworks laying around this place. Setting up camp here won’t be very comfortable… but at least it’s very safe. A luxury the party won’t have for much longer, if the map is anything to go by. You'll be heading through the city, next, so rest up while you can.
Inside the stadium, there’s some baseball merch (and equipment) to scavenge, not to mention some really old peanuts! Delicious. Maybe there are even some old fireworks laying around this place. Setting up camp here won’t be very comfortable… but at least it’s very safe. A luxury the party won’t have for much longer, if the map is anything to go by. You'll be heading through the city, next, so rest up while you can.
!week one objectives
➤ make acquaintances with your fellow travelers
➤ decide what to do with the zombie of dr. bei
➤ arm yourself with what you can find
➤ scavenge some portable food from the house and while traveling
➤ make camp at the stadium
➤ decide what to do with the zombie of dr. bei
➤ arm yourself with what you can find
➤ scavenge some portable food from the house and while traveling
➤ make camp at the stadium
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So he moves to hover off the ground behind him, as if to make the point like, hey, I can fly. ]
Fine, I won't get in your way. You want to know what you're up against, you let her out. [ He crosses his arms. ] And if things get out of hand, then I can handle it.
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That's the kind of attitude that'll get you eaten first, you know~! But if you're not interested in a test run, suit yourself.
[ He's not really in a mood to make that much of a mess, anyway. ]
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I think not taking this seriously is what'll get you eaten first. Like, you know, when you suggest to let a zombie out.
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You sound pretty sure about that, eh? Go ahead and let her out, then! I'll be the sacrifice so you can see what these zombies are capable of!
[ He'll even go so far as to float behind Mark and try to nudge him by the shoulder towards the barricaded door. ]
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[ Mark snaps his head to look at Gojo as he starts nudging him before he pushes back, hard enough to send him maybe a foot or so away if he doesn't meet any resistance. Why is he being so careless about this!! ]
I just... this isn't some video game tutorial, that's a person in there! [ A beat. ] There are other people in this house, too! We shouldn't risk it.
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Hah...guess you have a point! If this were the tutorial level, Bei-san wouldn't already be zombified.
[ Stepping back, Gojo tucks his hands casually into his pockets. ]
We're gonna have to decide what to do about her eventually.
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Although Mark does pale a little when Gojo essentially points to the degree of difficulty they're working with here. They really are on their own, aren't they?
... It'll be okay. At least two of them have powers, so. It'll be okay.
Mark gently returns to the ground, casting a look over his shoulder at the door where all the zombie noises are coming from. ]
Yeah... [ He's got him there. ] I dunno, it's not like she's going anywhere, right? We could leave her there... Someone can come back for her after we're done the mission.
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Aaand if zombie movies are right, it's not like she's gonna get any worse, or better. They just kinda...continue to exist. All zombified in the head.
[ He's not so sure how possible it is that she'd be able to come back from this, but he's seen some pretty wild healing in his day. ]
Not it, though. I'll nominate you to do that!
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And why would they be here if she couldn't come back from this? He's gotta believe in that—
Shoots Gojo a Look at that particular nomination. ]
What? [ ... ] Fine, you know what. I'll do it if I can.
[ He will put his money where his mouth is! Assuming they don't run out of time or anything like that. ]
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Hah, you shouldn't just do what anyone asks you to do, y'know! Have a little backbone.
[ He says to the guy who refused to sacrifice him to the zombie a few moments ago. ]
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I have a backbone! [ He spreads his arms wide as if that'll help make the point. ] I just want to make sure we do the right thing, and part of that is helping her.
[ Hello?? Obviously?? ]
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[ He chuckles his way through it, even if he's still deciding which of those people to be himself. His moral compass still needs some fine-tuning, but to be fair, it was kind of thrust into his hands unexpectedly. ]
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[ Like, it's possible she did. The wind is effectively taken out of Mark's sails though, sullen and uncertain. The floor suddenly seems much more interesting to look at. ]
I was, uh, kind of in not a great place before I ended up here. So... I don't know. Maybe it's better that I'm here.
[ Looks back up at Gojo. ]
But even if that wasn't the case... I think I'd still want to help her.