Broadcast….broadcast….this is Juliet-golf-hotel….anyone receiving over?
Juliet-golf-hotel….this is sierra-delta…go ahead
Sierra-delta….thank god….we are holed up and under constant attack….need to get out….we may have found a ..... wait …they’ve got through the barricade….no…no….noooo +++static+++
Juliet-golf-hotel….are you still there?....juliet-golf-hotel….come back….
“Damn it” the rugged red headed teen said as she threw the mic back onto the console with a little more venom than perhaps intended. The blond haired young man sitting in the driver’s seat turned his chiselled jaw briefly to look at his colleague before returning his attention back to the road ahead, the roads were far more dangerous now with abandoned cars strewn across the highways and of course the zombies, always the zombies.
“Jeez Velma, what happened to Jinkies?”
“Ah shut it Fred, I’m not in the mood!” snapped Velma Dinkley, flicking the safety switch of the massive chainsaw lying across her muscular legs on and off irritably.
“Quit bickering you two!” came a voice from the back of the van. A shapely figure moved forward to intercede between the arguing teens. “That broadcast sounded important, it sounded like they may have made a discovery of some kind, I wondered what it was?” Daphne Blake sat back down on the bench seat in the rear compartment of the pimped out VW camper, next to the rather unkempt looking hipster who was idly picking his teeth with a splinter of wood from the handle of the fire axe he kept within easy reach. “What do you think Shaggy?” she added.
“Like I don’t know Daph, as long as they have food there, I’m famished.” Said Norville ‘Shaggy’ Rogers “What do you think Scooby-doo?”
“Quiet you idiots!” Velma interrupted before the huge Great Dane that was sprawled across the floor at the rear of the vehicle could respond. The volatile temper of the red head was close to boiling over and the other passengers piped down so as not to provoke her. “It’s obvious that Juliet-golf-hotel stands for Jungville General Hospital which is about 2 miles up the road. It’s well known for the quality of its research, from the broadcast they clearly stated that they had found something. It’s logical to conclude that they may have found a cure to the zombie virus.”
“Well let’s go then” added Fred Jones, the former high school jock, with a jovial yet determined tone. “looks like Mystery Inc. is back in business!”
The stage is set for a batrep based in my new hospital setting, starring the Scooby-Doo gang. Special rules for the game will be in the next post (if i can figure how to embed a powerpoint file onto a blog post....)