Two weeks since round one: But you all know the probs; work; family and now Christmas! Anyway I got there even if a bit rushed.
The zeds are loose and rampaging through Purgatory. A team of police and army have been tasked with clearing the shanty, saving all well persons, evacuate them and raze the area. Zed hordes have broken from the source locus and are loose. Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Highway and Big Joe Savalas have a platoon each to clear the shanty. MCPD have been allocated to arrest the gangster element and facilitate the evacuation.
The volume of zeds has led to the military advance grinding to a halt. Big Joe has lost the majority of his platoon and Highway is down to his SAW and himself. Zed hordes abound and there are more on the way. (Doubles, house rules apply)
Cowboy Morris snapped off a round and one of the sick exploded. He didn’t see the second monster lurch at him, but he did feel his throat being torn out. Big Joe propelled twelve inches of US steel into the creature’s skull but not in enough time to safe his subordinate. Cowboy Morris had gone to the last round up. Joe started to edge away from the carnage.
Grafton Street collapsed his camera, “Jimmy, it’s time to skedaddle,” he said moving back up the road. His reporting brother turned and followed.
James Street’s attention was attracted to a tall well-dressed man in a black suit, who seemed to be guarded by a rufus ‘red-neck’. He moved over to him.
“What the blazes are going on here! I’m a reporter from Old Glory. You can’t silence the press. I’m a citizen of the United States and I demand an answer.”
“Stick with the cops sonny and get the hell out of here.”
It was the biggest pistol Jimmy had ever seen and it was pointed straight at his head.
“Go with the cops. Mr. American Citizen,” hissed Hamilton Square.
Even in his state James Street, reporter, saw the benefit of the sage advice. The MCPD began to file past and Jimmy followed them.