December 7th- The alternative Advent Calendar
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Storyline goes on with the decision which won the vote:
C) Ask Wruce - because he acts so strange - if this Zombie was his wife maybe? (oh dear, no!)
Three people, will gain a badge for their help and their inspiring comment, - we are using their ideas to bring the story further. Take a sheet of paper, note your badge if you got one (we do the same) - in the end the one with most of the badges will be the winner. Don't hesitate to comment, we still got badges for 16 days to give away. The promoted ladies and gentleman for this row are:
Roger Verdaguer i Serrat, for finding out who the Zombie really is.
Mati, for the best answer when it comes to fast decisions and quick reaction without losing too much time.
Finality, for motivation Wruce to finally finish off his Zombie Ex-Teammate with a truely inspiring speech.
The Story goes on ____________________________________________________
"Your feeling pushes to investigate the cry but something stops you.
This crushed woman could be Wruce's wife and it wouldn't be advisable to let him face her on its own.
"Are you well? Do you knew her?"
"Yes"
He sounds grave. After a moment, he reacts.
"Yes, she was Miranda, my patrol companion. She helped me to get here"
With an effort, he raises his gun. you stop him. You hate to do this, but the hard way is the must. You tend him the antenna (weapon -1), but he freezes and you see him some kind of powerless moment.
"Wruce, snap out of it!' you whisper intently, horrified to see the grizzled veteran not reacting, 'whoever she was, she's dead now; you can't let your daughter down!' No reaction.
You take a deep breath and gather all your energies to hold the following speech:"Come on Wruce, it's time to face Armaggeddon, dig deep into your Fifth Element and get 12 Monkeys on this lady... I have a Sixth Sense that she'd rather you go the Whole Nine Yards on her than leave her as one of the living dead ... Bruce moves, Antenna in hand straight towards the Crawler and you decide not to look at this.
"I'll check the crying".
You leave Wruce behind who is slowly charging at the Zombie and close in for the crying sound. You are getting closer, each step is careful placed as the ground is full with blood and body remains. but you come to a door which leans open and here you can locate the crying. With a boost in bravery you open up the door and find:
... and quickly you realize the crates she is hiding at. Your first thought was if there might be ammo in them for all those weapons sprayed at the metro station but quickly you realize the little girl stopped crying and looks at you with big eyes. She looks totally in shock and you start to yell for Wruce that you found her. Wruce arrives in a hurry with some fresh blood splatters upon his face and takes the girl in his strong arms. After some minutes of family reunion you tip Wruce on his shoulder and ask him if you three now should search for his wife to get everyone together but Wruce suddenly starts to cry and tells you that his mobile isn't dead - he just doesn't want to use it anymore as the last call he recieved was his wife telling him about the danger zone at the metro station before she died (he was listening to it) but she also told him that she hide his little girl and that he should get her fast ...
He hands you his mobile and ... yes it is still working! Yay! Batteries aren't fully charged but ... Yay! Why is this guy doing this? He looks broken somehow ... mentally, after the encounter with his partner. Suddenly Wruce gets up, takes his girl, leaves the room, locks the door from the outside ... you can hear a metro wagon starting its engines outside and you can only listen to it as it rolls away. What is wrong with Wruce now? (Friend -1) He wasn't talking much all the time, but this action seems quite hillarious ... and why did he lock you away, damn! That is totally freaking stupid. But you got a mobile now and connection, not the best but hey ...
Equipment list (this list can grow and shrink during your journey)
- 1x Figure Transport box, damaged, Figures intact
Your bag containing:
- 1x mobile with half of the batteries left
- your colors, many
- your colors, many
- 1x ziplock bag with zombie remains
- your last energy drink
- your last energy drink
- 1x flashlight
- 1x ziplock back with a tooth of yours
Friends:
X
Weapons:
X
Weapons:
X
Ok then, you think to yourself. Here are those crates. The door is locked but you go check it again. No way to open it, it's a metro security door with no key. You see a device close to the door where you can put a card in to open it up. Damn it, you should have checked the metro drivers wallet but you were so shocked when you killed him. Damn! You can hear slurping feet outside, growing in numbers. You have to be silent you think to yourself. Maybe you could use the mobile or check the crates. Oh dear, you can feel your stomach and you are getting hungry. Let's check the room ... where are you? How can you get out of here? And are there already Zombies outside? Is this a surveillance monitor over there?
This time your mission is to tell us your story in 3 Steps! Your goal is to get out of this room!
No decisions to take. Just your imagination. Where will this lead and damn this Wruce Billis guy, really!!
Happy storytelling!
Wruce! I curse silently to myself. You can go and get yourself killed if you want, but don't leave me stuck in here like so much canned bacon... so hungry.
ReplyDeleteLooking around I can see that the room is a relatively bare concrete affair, with ceiling tiles and fluorescents like a cheap office block above my head.
But it's time to keep cool and think about what I'm doing. Take three steps to overcome an obstacle, any obstacle in my path.
OK, STEP 1 is to take stock of my surroundings. The details of the room are apparent, but we'll have to see what is in the crates. So, taking care to leave the structural integrity of the crates intact, I dig out a sculpting tool from my paint bag and start to search the crates.
The first crate is full of Metro tickets ready for the ticket machines... one or two of these will fit in the bag nicely without taking up much space (and who knows what they could be used for) The second crate has some cleaning supplies; a spray can of solvent, some clean rags, a package of toilet paper, some antiseptic wipes (bit too late for that!) and a toilet brush... so I grab the can, the rags, a roll of toilet paper and the brush... who knows what it could be used for. The final crate... jackpot! It's the supplies needed to refill the vending machines: supplies at last!
STEP 2: chewing thoughtfully on my newfound nutritional wealth I realise that the crates themselves may be the answer. I delicately, and quietly, move the crates o one side of the room. Under the crates is a drain... and I just might be able to fit. But it's dark down there, and I don't want to get stuck. My other option is to climb the stack of crates and lift out one of the ceiling panels. I life the panel and see that there is a small crawlspace, leading off in directions parallel to the door. There's no obvious exit in sight, but it looks a little more inviting than the drain.
STEP 3. I gather up my newfound goods and think about what to do... from the corner of my eye I can see something glinting just under the door...
Wruce dropped his lighter in his rush!
I know what I can do! I wrap the head of the toiled brush in the rags that I found, spray it with a bit of the solvent and a little bit of paint thinners that I had for my enamels, and when I make my choice of direction I can light the whole thing up as both a torch (to save my batteries) and at least a slightly defensive weapon (by combining with the solvent spray).
Now... down into the muck, or trust the tiles to hold my weight?
Finality (gemini_seraph@hotmail.com)
i would like to vent my anger by kicking around boxes and hammering at the door but i restrain myself
ReplyDeletei don´t want to draw attention from any undead outside
1]
need to calm down, think, so i close my eyes
after a minute that felt like a second i kick back into action
2]
i need to search the room
boxes first
they are toolboxes from the maintancecrew full of tools (hammers, wrenches, drills, shovels, a pickaxe, screws, nails, electric cable, duck-tape, just typical workman stuff i guess)
unlucky me, no guns, no chainsaw....
the pickaxe might be usefull
then check the room
door locked, with cardlocksystem, light, switch works, off, on, off, on....
a monitor, for me it looks like its not working, but maybe i´am just to stupid to use it...
in one corner there´s a sink, as the water looks and smells clean i drink a lot, haven´t realised how thirsty i have been
what else
the room is tiled with white tiles on the walls, and darkgrey heavyduty tiles on the floor. a gulley in the center
would need a proper cleaning... but i guess atm nobody cares about that...
there is a little hole at the bottom of the back wall. some ratshit in front of it
at the ceiling there is a grating, looks like its for ventilation, big enough to fit trough.
3]
so my options are to force open the door with hammer and pickaxe
or to try to climb out trough the ventilation system
go through the door sounds crazy to me, breaking open is too loud and there may be zombies out there
so its trough the ventilationsystem, works in many movies, so why not now?
stop. first i have to try to reach eduardo. no answer, need to save battery, so try again later
it stack the boxes on top of each other
with the screwdriver i open the grating
i can see that the shaft goes left and right, i will go into the direction of the metro hall.
there must be an exit, if there are no zombies visible i hope the get out there
before entering the shaft fianlly, i pack some stuff into by bag
-different screwdrivers
-a hammer
-duck-tape
than take another sip of water
grab my new weapon "the pickaxe of doom"
and climb into the ventilation shaft
So, let's take a breath and think a minute. I have no food, no weapon, nobody to help me.
ReplyDeleteFuck me Wruce, what did you do????
I have no energy to waste so I have to act properly.
1: Where I am? Seems to be the central maintenance metro room.
2: What can I do? After minutes looking at this room, I find the metro maps. Every station, every railway is described. I even know my own position in this huge mess. Then using my sculpting tool I manage to open one of those crates and find maintenance stuff:
- Fuses
- mini backup battery
- electric cords
- voltmeter
- screwdiver
- hammer
- foil blanket
- old shcool pron magazine
I take all those things in my bag (even the magazine, it could help Wruce to clear up his mind).
3: Now I have to get out of this room, the door is locked, the monitor is out of service (I tried to fix it but neither my fuses nor my old voltmeter helped). I have no way to know if there are zombies behind this door. So I have to get out through the ventilation system. I'm not a secret agent but it didn't seem to be hard in those James bond films.
Who knows what will be in the ventilation system? Do Zombie rats exist???? I'm so scared...
"Friends are forever"
ReplyDeleteWell at least that's what was written in a toilet door of the bar near Eduardo's place. Damn it Wruce, why did you have to prove that wrong? After all the child-rescuing I've done for you! Enough of the panic for today, I tell myself. Let's adress the situation:
I'm locked in a well stocked maintenance room. I know which metro station I'm in as it was written in the walls. Zombies are locked out of the room, they need no supplies to "survive". I have no "friend" (damn you, you crazy man!), and no antenna-rapier either. I'm harmless as a baby. So, I have to:
STEP 1: Find true friends. I get the cell phone and send a text to Eduardo, saying where I am and that I plan to get there. "Please don't come to rescue me but take care, please don't be a hero just stay safe!" is an added bonus. "Please don't call. Ringtone sure attracts Zombies" another safety bonus. Hopefully he fell asleep at home and has woken up to this nightmare still as a human. Good thing he locks the door every night.
STEP 2: Upgrade offensive capacity. I search the room looking for anything. There's a broom, some other cleaning products, a toolbox full of...well...tools. The crates are full of... and I almost cry now... lost property. And Oh my, people looses so many things when travelling by underground. There are laptops, wallets, knives, lots of student's notes, a bike helmet, a surfboard, some diving gear (fins and a mask, wohoo), flashing bike lights, phones (all out of battery, sob), an USB cable, some random keys... and no food. I guess no one looses food ever. I take a screw-driver and duct-tape from the toolbox, the USB charger, the broom and fit the helmet to my head. It's a bit loose to be honest...
STEP 3: Get the hell out of here. the surveillance monitor seems to be working, and really, things are not looking good. There are some ugly ones approaching and the train seems to be long gone now. Damn you Wruce. Back at work this electronic locks used to open spontaneously when a magnetic force was applied. I'ts time to break the laptop to pieces and get the hard-drive magnets close to the lock and pray for the best... then run for it with all my gear.
Alternatively if the lock doesn't open I could pretend I'm surfing till I die of boredom trapped here. Both sound quite good!
1. Start checking the crates while pushing them to the door. Maybe there will be bananas in one and if not they will make for a okay painting table.
ReplyDelete2. check the ceiling for ventilation shaft. If I think skinny enough I can climb through it like the spies in the movies.
3. Call Eduardo and ask if has any pizza at his place.
YHAY!! a mobile Phone!!
ReplyDelete1.1. Try to call Eduardo, if he is alive and reachable i tell him (silently and hard breathing like in most horror movies when they are in a stress situation) a short cut of my weird encounters and my situation maybe he has some tips how to break out. I also tell him that he should not leave his Apartment. I´m on my way.
1.2 If hes is not alive he wouldnt be reachable i think... can Zombies handle a mobile phone?? like in Horror movies noone is reachable when the protagonists try to reach someone... typical. like in this video.... http://supercut.org/video/21
Its a small room of about 12m² with Concrete walls and neon Bulb lights. one is flickering..and on the ceiling are some small spiders, hanging around and weave their web. There are a lot of metal Storage chests piled up on a Wall. On the right there are some spints, on an other Wall there is a metal rack filled with Tools and oily dirty Mechanical scrap. Nothing of worth you see on the first sight.. maybe just for use as Basing Material..
2. Next is to search the boxes. They are locked.... so i search in my colorchest for a paperclip and try my lockpickskills... what lockpickskills? In Weird Situations we do Weird things. Angryful i throw the damn.. Paperclip in a corner.. and search The Spint.. cool one is unlocked.. on the spintdoor hangs a Mss. Reef Poster from the early 90s... and stand still for a moment..... later on i recognised that this must be a fascility locker with a broom in it, a bucket with a cowbar in it.. Jackpot.. with the cowbar i try to open the metal Crates like a real modern Lockpicker. "BAZINGA"
3. i remove the crates from the wall and see that there is a ventilation shaft behind these boxes. i staple the boxes correctly that i can reach the ventilation shaft and with a sculpting tool from my brushbox i try to break the cover of the ventilation shaft.
What's wrong with him? Why he's leaving without any words? Usally I should be angry, but there is a silence in me. My body hurts. My arms and legs feels so heavy. Feeling tired ..... I sit down .... trying to fight against, but my eyes gets more and more closed ............ no time for a Zombie apocalypse now .................. tired ...... The monitors starts to flicker ...... Mum ............ it's so quit ....... Eduardos place ....... .... only ten minutes of sleep ........
ReplyDelete..... silence ..... . . ..... .
Moderation:
ReplyDeleteI recieved one answer via facebook as the one (Mati) told me he wrote too much and blogger did not accept his text as a comment - I will post it here in several comments to have it all together - quoting Mati from now on:
Part1
Hm, I should have guessed the cop is a c**t.F**k him, I can undertand he wants to try on his own with his daughter but LOCKING ME IN HERE without any further words or anything!?! What the flying f**k? I am so mad right now for being locked up in a situation like this that I kick the first box I can reach. Well that hurt a bit, but pain is good, it reminds you of what not to do. Don't get pissed off because of the situation. 10% of life is what happens to you and 90% is how you react I read somewhere...
"So chill the f**k out!" I think to myself. I sit down for a minute and relax, who knows when might be the next time I get a moment to relax? For now the door looks stable enough to at least protect me from whatever might be out there, but I don't know how long that might last or if I can get it open in the first place.
Calmed down a little and refreshed after the break from this constant adrenaline rush in the last few hours I decide to check if I can find something useful in the crates.*
In the first crate I find riot gloves, they offer some protection for my precious fingers and it's sure better to have them then to miss them. Of course I have to try a whole bunch of gloves since most of them are too big and they were loose and not packed in pairs -.-
Finally two fitting gloves, I put them in my bag for now. The second box I check has rain ponchos in it. Well, I was hoping for a shotgun but staying dry might be quite nice too,so I take one of those and put it with the other stuff in my bag.
Time for the other crates. The next crate contains a whole lot of boot polish. Great, this is what I need right now...polished and shiny boots. Before I throw the can back in the crate I take a second to turn it over and notice the little red warning sign with a flame on it. Hmmm interesting. If I learned something from video games and movies it's that setting stuff on fire or blowing it up will most likely solve the major problems. I grab 5 cans of boot polish in case I need something flammable later on. They are small and light enough not to disturb me for now.
Box number four contains police riot uniforms. There is no way I will be wearing one of those so I put the box aside.I don't want to get confused with a cop.
The fifth crate contains... omg omg omg!!! I instantly have to think of Piotr when I see what it contains! 10 f***ing KLAPPSPATEN! Awesome! The god Toth must favor me today I think to myself with a smirk on my lips. Finally a weapon that will last a few zombs. Just in case I pick two, Eduardo could maybe use one too, should I get there somehow. That was the initial plan after all... anyway I go on and check the last one.
Number six has riot helmets in it. I try on a few helmets but they are all very uncomfortable and weigh too much. I decide to leave them since they will only make me slower in case I have to run.
I chill for another minute after packing everything I picked comfortably in the bag and now that it is quiet I can hear noises from outside again. "Maybe I shouldn't have kicked that box and made so much noise" -I think to myself and just listen.
Part 2
ReplyDeleteFor now it doesn't seem too bad, but there sure are walkers outside, at least two or three. Maybe it's not the smartest choice to force the door open with my mighty Klappspaten of rage now. I check the rest of the room for something that might look useful.
On the table there is a computer, a monitor and bunches of paper and letters and trash. They don't seem to clean the room too much apparently. Anyway...I check the table.
Newspaper - pass
wrestling magazine - check cover: benchbreakowic vs bewachowic fight of the year.
Newspaper - pass
porn magazine - pass(although I take a quick look for anatomical research purposes)
TV magazine - pass
Computer magazine - pass
more newspapers - pass
a map - wait what? A map! What a map is it? I take a moment to see what map it is, it's a map of the tunnelsystem! That might be quite handy I suppose. I'll check it in a moment. First I go through the rest of the stuff,I'll put it away for now into the bag.
newspapers - pass
old ready to eat meal, empty - pass
a snickers bar - I check the date and it's still OK so I eat it, owwww my tooth, had forgotten about that in all the hassle.
a can of coke light, check the date, still ok, I drink it
The rest is just trash
The computer seems to work so I see what it is meant for. Damn no internet, wanted to post on Massive Voodoo about the Zombie outbreak.^^
The computer however has a program running that is called surveillance cams. I open it just to find out half of the cameras don't work. There are three cams that do work though. The first one seems to be filming the area infront of this very room, since I can remember the grafitti on the outside of the door. Great! Now I know what's going on outside the room. There are two walkers standing there facing the door, they seem to be waiting for something. F**K! The second camera shows an empty station and so does the third, no wait there is movement. It's Wruce! That f***ing a**hole! I can see how he runs from a horde of zombies. Did he just? WHAT THE HELL? He just pushed his daughter, if it even was his daughter, the child didn't call him dad, into the zombies to gain some time!!! OMG! I will kill this bastard if I get him! In anger I start shouting at the monitor, only to find out that apparently he can hear me through the speakers in the station! I keep shouting and tell him I saw what he did and I will get him for that. He however runs up the stairs and is out of sight. THe horde of zombies is gathered over the poor little girl. Too late to do anything. I dry my tears and sit down again. The walkers infront of the door heard my shouting too. F**K!
Part 3
ReplyDeleteTime to gtfo. I check the room a bit more and hidden in a deep corner there seem to be metal rods in the wall that are meant for climbing up, like a ladder. Wohooo! This is my way out I think. I try not to think about what I just witnessed and pack my gear. The station on the monitor is one station before Eduardos place, a walk there would take about 15 minutes without zombies. Who knows how long it would take me if I would have to make combinations of sneakiness and running? Who knows if I get through? Anyway I try to call Eduardo on the cell but here underground there is no reception anyway so I can't give it a real try before I am outside. I climb up the rods and have a really hard time opening the cover. Now I know they are heavy as f**k. -.- That took a lot of effort but I managed to get it open in the end without making too much noise. I check my surroundings and......
*(6 in the pic I could clearly see, might be seven but I will go with 6 + sandbags)