Ok for this campaign and maybe
going forward I will be adding these comments in blue to add some explanation to the
narrative. I still like writing the
stories but felt that sometime explanation was required. Note this is not rules clarification as I’m
certainly not proficient enough to do that! This is Day 1 for the Simpson
family, the white trash survivor group I painted up for zombtober. Rules for using the family are documented
earlier in this blog so won’t be repeated here.
Day 1 sees our heroine Mary-Lou (Ma) Simpson driving to school to drop
off some sports equipment for her son….
*we interrupt the non-stop Dolly
Parton marathon to bring you this special broadcast by the office for public
safety – “citizens, is your neighbour acting strangely? Is a family member
getting violent and bitey? Then they may have ‘grey pallor fever’ a rare
systemic disorder that has recently come to this great country of ours. Sufferers of this disease have been seen to attack
and in some cases kill the very responders sent to aid them. If you notice the following symptoms call this
toll free number; confusion, grey pallor, acts of extreme violence…….”*
Mary-Lou, twisted the radio off
with a snarl “goddam foreign illnesses, coming over here infecting our goddam
citizens” she muttered to herself “interrupting my goddam Dolly time!” Looking up from the radio she just managed to
slam her brakes on in time before she ran over an overweight soccer mom who was
running headlong down the middle of the road. Behind her ran another lady who was clearly
not dressed for a jog in her skirt and blouse combo. Mary-Lou pulled the car to the kerb and got
out “what the f…” was all she managed to say before the overweight lady smashed
full into her knocking Mary-Lou on her butt with the soccer mom crashing down
on top of her in a heap. The other lady
dashed by without even looking at her companion, a stark look of terror on her
face. By the time Mary Lou found her
feet both of the ladies were in the mid distance and seemed to be accelerating!
Essentially Mary Lou got knocked
on her a** i.e. a stunned result!
Shaking her head to clear the
cobwebs and throwing a middle digit up at the retreating backs of the
women. Mary Lou reached into the back of
her old beater to get the archery gear for Junior’s after school activity
session and decided to walk the rest of the way. She could see a crowd of people in front of
the school gates and no parking spaces, “so be it!” she exclaimed to nobody in
particular and set off toward the school.
Halfway up the street, the
strident ringing of her cell phone went off, making her jump! Quickly she picked
it out of her sling bag and glanced at the screen #Billy-Ray# flashed across
the bright LCD.
“What does that damn fool want” she muttered angrily to
herself, her mood totally shot since being knocked on her keister. With a stabbing, almost accusational jab of
her finger she answered it.
“What!” she practically screeched down the phone.
“Yes I have been listening to the damn radio.”
She shouted
“Yes I am on the way to pick up
the girls!” the volume began to rise
“What do you mean you’ve got the
boy with you?!?” she bellowed, the tinny sound of the voice on the other end of
the line got a little quieter and more apologetic.
“Why is he not at school? He’s
got archery, he shouldn’t be goofing off with you, plinking cans at the train
yard!” the little voice was almost inaudible at this point, Mary-Lou could
almost picture her husband, all 6’2” of solid muscle hanging his head and
pouting contritely, so much so she nearly laughed out loud…nearly.
“Well you goddamn better wait there while I fetch the girls
and I’ll meet you!” with that she hung up and carried on toward the school.
Random event was rolled – argument! As Mary-Lou was on her
own I made it a cell phone argument with Billy-Ray, her husband. It also
introduced nicely the second part of day 1 – win!
When she was 50 feet from the
gates she could see the group of parents talking hurriedly, glancing around
nervously. Gripping the bow tighter and
slinging the quiver over her shoulder Mary-Lou raised a hand to greet Tony, a
dad of one of the kids at the school, when a loud scream pierced the air “it’s
one of them!” With that scream the
group of 3 men (including Tony) and a woman began to surge toward her.
“oh for the love of…” she gasped
as she swung the bow shaft at what looked to be the school librarian in an
effort to push him to one side, sadly the blow was stronger than she thought
and sent him spilling over onto the floor.
On the back swing she caught Tony in the side of the head and he fell to
the ground dazed and confounded. A young
woman tried to grapple with her and Mary-Lou was forced to ram her elbow into
her midriff, knocking the wind out of her.
The fourth of the group a young man was gabbling insanely about the grey
man into a cell phone and swinging a golf club in the air when Mary-Lou kneed
him squarely in the private area, dropping him to the floor.
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| haven't got any civilians yet hence the use of two of my survivors and a couple of nazi figs from warlord! |
Dusting her hands off, she looked
up to see a man approaching, he was shuffling fairly laboriously and groaning
as if in pain. Looking closer she could
see his left leg was broken and he was dragging it behind him. His eyes were blank, sunken in a pale grey
face and did not seem to see but this did not stop him from heading straight
for the pile of injured people that Mary-Lou had put down. In front of Mary-Lou he dropped to his knees
and took a huge bite out of the librarian’s neck causing a fountain of blood to
cover the others liberally. “Holy shit!”
she exclaimed diving over a hedgerow in an effort to get away. Tucking herself into a little ball, she
cowered under the shelter of the shrubbery, listening to the screams of the
people on the other side of the road being feasted on by the grey man.
After a few moments and with the
continued sounds of terror over the bushes, Mary-Lou pulled herself together
and stood up “Got to get my girls and git!” she exclaimed. The sound of a groan behind her caused her to
spin round, only for her to see another grey man (actually a woman) shambling
toward her, arms outstretched reaching for her.
With a gulp Mary-Lou lifted Jr’s bow and drew an arrow from the quiver.
Her hands were shaking and not really believing that she could actually think
about shooting another person, no matter how sick, she took aim. Tears streamed down her face and unbeknownst
to her she was muttering over and over “no, don’t make me, no!” A loud piercing scream, came from the mess
across the way as the other ‘zombie’ (the word just felt right in her head) bit
into the woman’s leg. With that Mary-Lou let go the string and the arrow sped
toward the zombie lady in front of her.
With a sickening thud the shaft slammed into her eye-socket, knocking
the zombie to the floor and without a twitch it lay still.
With the screams of the humans
still ringing in her ears Mary-Lou dashed into the school gates and up the front
steps, calling the names of her girls.
The corridors were eerily empty and deserted, in a panic she strode
toward the school office (she knew the way, having had to attend on numerous
occasions with the twins!) Flinging open the doors she was greeted by her girls
rushing forward, she swept them into her arms, weeping unashamedly.
“Momma, Momma look what we got from Sissy
Steinman, she gave it to us” Gracey-Lyn winked conspiratorially to her sister
as she held up an iPad.
“Hush now girls, the world has
gone crazy and we need to go get the boys” Mary-Lou said absently looking at
the contraband the twins had brandished.
“Ok mom, but let me just get the
other things the principal has confiscated from us this year.” Bonnie-May
replied, heading toward the big cupboard in the corner with a glint in her
eye. With that she produced a key from
her pocket with a knowing grin and looking at her sister, who gave her a minute
nod she opened the door. Reaching in she
grabbed a bag filled with fire-crackers and slung it over her shoulder.
“What goddamn trouble have you
been causing them this year girls?” Mary-Lou glared at the twins in turn, who
assumed their most innocent expressions and shrugged.
“Not much momma” Bonny-May
replied reaching further into the cupboard and drew out a huge submachine gun
and handed over to Gracey-Lyn. “We was just playing war, is all” back into the
cupboard she took out a gleaming .357 revolver and slipped it into her bag.
Mary-Lou’s eyes nearly popped out
of her head when she saw the guns “why you little devils, that’s daddy’s Uzi
and my favourite handgun!”
“Ain’t no thing Ma” Gracey-Lyn
drawled. “We was gonna return them, Momma” Bonnie-May finished for her twin. “But
Mr Grossman had other ideas; I think he wanted to tell the police but Mrs
Housen, the secretary done told him that that would cause a big scene….”
Mary-Lou stared at her little
girls in their matching dresses and angelic smiles and shrugged, reaching past
Bonnie-May she grabbed Billy-Ray’s old Kevlar helmet, a souvenir of his service
in Iraq and jammed it on her youngest’s head. “Ok girls, let’s go get the boys
and then we are gonna talk some!”
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| apologies for the lack of pics, i promise i will get better! |
And so ends the first part of day one. The next part Ma and
the girls need to get to the train yard to meet the boys.
