I don’t know if they wander that much. Just go the opposite direction from where you saw it.
I was just on a cross-country expedition, looking for more power substations full of juicy bionic’d up technicians, when I ran into a flaming eye. I started vomiting up grey goo that night, and a few hours later my arms exploded. Now I’m taking a break a day’s travel away from my main base, waiting for my right arm to heal up and killing zombies with one-armed karate. So now I know what fungal infection looks like! Fun!
I’m playing as a new profession, Priest. Now, I determined stats by rolling a d20, and got lucky with rolls.
Mainly, I plan on him fleeing to the country side and finding a refugee camp, and leading a crusade! I will soon narrate his adventures!
IT SHALL BE GLORIOUS, BATTLE BROTHERS
UPDATE 1: HOLY CRAP AS SOON AS I ENTERED THE WOODS THERE ARE 4 BIO-OPERATIVES CHASING ME, AND 2 ZOMIBE HULKS.
UPDATE 2: That didn’t last long, Caught on fire and died.
Sad Day Is Sad
Update:
Got back to base safely. But there were still some really good books in that library and I wanted to get them. I wanted that truck too. Unfortunately, chicken walker. All I could do for the time being was stand there and shake my fist at it. I looted the two closest gun stores, but couldn’t find the right ammo for any guns I found.
Then, two days later, I found it. Military wreckage. I got my entrenching tool and started digging. When all the rubble had been cleared I found not one, but TWO packed LAWs.
(I also found a plasma rifle and a Rivtech LMG, but I have no hydrogen canisters and no 8x40mm caseless ammunition)
I took both launchers with me, eager to face the evil robot guarding the library and the truck. As I approached the library, I readied the first LAW. Sure enough, the big red R soon came into my field of view. I aimed the launcher, and pulled the trigger. I watched as the rocket flew down the street, landing what I assumed was a direct hit on the walker. It must have completely disintegrated or something, because all that was left of the chicken walker was a spring. No scrap metal or anything, just one spring.
That evening, instead of an hour-long walk, I drove back home in a military cargo truck
Was roaming around in my lootvan for a while, darting in and out of cities. Finally found a welder and slapped two cargo containers inside in place of the original storage. Went roaming up north and ran into two mines on either side of the road, went left and found a 100% functional APC, except all the fuel was in a damaged external tank. So I promptly tore the tank off, poured it into the other tank, and moved everything inside the APC. Took a day and a half, then another two days cutting/welding inside while ants roamed around outside, but I got my cargo spaces, bed, fridge, and kitchen set up, as well as some solar panels on the roof. If I could just level up my skill a bit more, I can install the minireactor I found too. Lost a bunch of stuff in the vehicle swap, but all my important stuff is safe with me, and that is all that matters.
In a stroke of utter brilliance, I got the flamethrower off the woman who torched my shed and went zombie roasting. Started finding Triffids. “Ok!” thought I, “I will burn the Triffid grove down and be mightily proud of meself!”. I set the grove on fire and then for some reason I can’t yet fathom, I tried running through it. I didn’t think flames spread that fast through the bramble and bushes…
I was wrong…
Ouch.
Fire: 1, Survivor: What the hell were you thinking, fool!?
10-year old Amy LePine has earned herself a much-needed break today. She woke up at 4am having an asthma attack, took a puff from her inhaler, and flicked on her flashlight to have a look around the shelter. To her horror, NPC-Face the Mungo was gone and the north-facing door (towards the mall just a few tiles away) had been left hanging wide open. She quickly slammed it shut and curled back up in her bedroll next to the terminal… but there would be no more sleep for this night. Instead, she read a trashy erotic novel she’d picked up from the library and drank a bottle of Wild Apple. Smut and alcohol? It’s the end of the world. Who’s going to stop her?
After a rough couple of hours waiting for the sun to come up, she ventured out and to the West. For the last week she’d been scavenging through the city here for supplies. This time, getting further than ever before, she found herself standing at the far edge of a military checkpoint. In the middle, besieged by zombies, was a terrifying machine. Amelia hadn’t ever seen a Chicken Walker before… not a real one. She had a newspaper clipping with a picture of one back at the shelter, and a couple photos of one on her e-Ink tablet. Pictures didn’t do the clunky death-machine justice. From the south, a cluster of zombies came wandering up to investigate all the gunfire. Not realizing how close they’d gotten, Amelia got caught between facing down a horde of zombies with just her Glock-19, or rushing North towards the chicken walker in hopes of finding a window or alley to duck into. What she found instead was a functional Military Transport Truck.
Amy could barely reach the pedals. She could hardly keep the steering wheel straight. Her hands were trembling as she turned the key, still in the ignition, and revved that beefy diesel engine up. She was sure that all eyes, robot and undead, would instantly fall upon her. Instead, the Chicken Walker just kept firing away at the river of walking corpses surrounding it. She slammed her foot down on the accelerator and tore out of that place going as fast as she could… but that proved to be dangerous. One particularly nasty slip of the wheel saw her truck sliding sideways through an intersection completely flooded with zombies. To her shock, however, the massive truck just mulched the lot of them into a reddish-black smear of rotting guts. A shocker-brute lurked up the road, for days now preventing her access to the hardware store at the end of the block. Screaming in rage, she slammed down the gas pedal again. Barreling down the street at thirty-nine miles per hour, Amelia LePine struck the brute so hard that it crashed into the wall of the gun store across the street. Then she too crashed into the wall, knocking it down and splattering the shocker brute as easily as anything she’d ever seen before.
Backing up, she climbed out of the truck and hacked the monster apart. This has become her ritual… because even though she’s never seen one come back to life, that doesn’t mean that none of them are capable of it. Inside the twisted creature’s body she found an intact chain-lightning bionic, a power-storage bionic, and a few other broken bionics too damaged to function. Until then, she’d just assumed the shocker brutes were big bulky monsters with superhuman powers. The realization that they were just bulked-up people using technology to give them said power changed everything.
It meant that SHE could have superhuman powers, too. It meant she had a chance of becoming strong enough to fix this broken world, at least a little. Although she failed to install the power-storage bionic, installation of the chain-lightning unit was a resounding success.
Now a new mission has taken hold inside Amelia’s young mind: Find more bionics, become stronger, and establish a foothold for survivors to gather.
But for now, she’s Dead Tired. She spent the rest of the day plowing through the streets wiping out as many zombies and other various monsters as she could manage to crush. She plowed through wrecked cars, clearing paths and ensuring an easier time of traveling through the mess. The only problem is, the truck’s a mess… and there’s a skyscraper of a giant zombie lurking somewhere in the city. She’s going to need to plow it down if she wants to have any hope of killing it.
Tomorrow will be a day of car repairs and refueling missions. The day after that… the hunt resumes for fancy high-end electronics shops.
And then she drove a truck.
That’s just wrong.
Too bad she wasn’t smoking as well.
At least you are living up to your username.
I love this story and want more of it. (Also, it makes me so bloody happy that my professions are making someone’s game lots of fun.)
Trianna Coldwell just returned to the military bunker she passed a while back, this time with ID cards. Upon entering, she saw (barely) that one of the sealed rooms had stacks of 40mm grenades resting against the glass. Swiping an ID card revealed more weaponry than she has ever seen before – it took her hours just to move the best of the piles into her modified APC upstairs.
After she was done, she had moved 13 packed M72 LAWs, one each of RM802 launcher, M79 launcher, and M3 recoiless rifle. She also has 76 assorted 40mm grenades, including 12 incendiary, meaning she can now return to the mall she used to work at and cleanse it with fire.
That said, she is curious about this mutagen substance those last few books she read talked about, and more interested in the purifier mentioned alongside it. Since she had to plow through a town of zombies to make it here, there is a good chance of a fair amount of mutagen being brewed up soon, if only to craft some purifier. Then again, she has had some difficulties that could be solved by some of what can supposedly occur with mutagen…
Next stop: either mutagen, the other bunker, or FLAMES FOR EVERYONE 
And then she drove a truck.
That’s just wrong.
Too bad she wasn’t smoking as well.
At least you are living up to your username.[/quote]
Give it time. She found three side-by-side houses with marijuana-growing operations in the basement. She’s been carrying around about ten pounds of weed, a glass pipe, and a vibrator that she has absolutely no idea what to do with for the last six days…
And then she drove a truck.
That’s just wrong.
Too bad she wasn’t smoking as well.
At least you are living up to your username.[/quote]
Give it time. She found three side-by-side houses with marijuana-growing operations in the basement. She’s been carrying around about ten pounds of weed, a glass pipe, and a vibrator that she has absolutely no idea what to do with for the last six days…[/quote]
She might need that marijuana if she ever gets too deep into the alpha mutagen. Or medical mutagen. or whatever-else-have-you.
As for the vibrator, feels great on your back, if you can reach.
Amelia’s headaches are getting worse, and the weird pain in her gut is less of an ache and more along the lines of constant agony. She’s finally convinced that something is seriously wrong with her, but between the fuzzy vision and the asthma attacks… it’s going to be challenging for her to get anywhere. The truck is still heavily damaged, she hasn’t been feeling well enough to try to repair it yet. She’s been studying mechanics and welding for the last couple nights, and she’d really like to give it a try, but the last time she did she nearly crapped herself during one of her stomach episodes and decided to go lie down for a while.
According to the road maps, there’s not much in the way of emergency medical care nearby. Even if she took the solar car, which is in perfect condition, she’d still have to drive through miles of chaos and destruction in town to find the nearest pharmacy or doctor’s office. The nearest hospital is even further still, another town over. She used to talk to a man on the radio who was holed up in a hospital, but he’s been silent for a while now. Probably dead, like everyone else.
Driving is hard. Even with her instruction manuals, there’s just only so much her small body can do. It’s hard for her to watch the road and reach the pedals at the same time. It’d be so much easier if she could just control the thing by remote, like the little RC car she found at the Electronics Store.
Christ, what has she been eating? Do you have any of the good survival books with lots of recipes? What about chemistry books? Either one of those could let her save herself without a hospital or pharmacy.
She probably ought to mod that APC to bring the pedals a little closer, or at least learn to love her cruise control and handbrake.
There were a couple days there, after her NPC caregiver ran away, where the food ran out completely. There’s a forest surrounding the shelter, but it’s just a narrow patch between her and the mall to the north. So she’s got to be very careful, lest she risk bringing thousands of zombies down on her head. As a result, eventually she got desperate and went out in the middle of the night to go hunt down something to eat. Unfortunately it was pouring rain, pitch black, and she couldn’t find her way back home. So, like a knucklehead, she ate some raw meat and drank some dirty water.
She’s one skill level away from being able to read this Advanced Physical Chemistry book she found at the library… maybe that’ll have a recipe in it somewhere for dealing with parasites.
As for the truck… she’ll get back to driving practice once she doesn’t have to worry about the critters growing in her bowels and her brain.
An NPC with a Flamethrower destroyed my Flashlight Warehouse. He Died Slowly.
Reunion Tour:
Amelia’s older brother, Kevin, left home a few years back now. The last time anyone had heard from him, he was shipping out for the Marine Corps Recruit Depot for basic training. So, when he turned up at the Shelter last night without warning, it came as quite the surprise to his terrified and hallucinating little sister. In fact, she nearly shot him. Thankfully, nothing unpleasant happened, and the two were happily reunited for the first time since the poor girl was in diapers. Of course, given her agonizing stomach pain, she was actually wearing one at the time as well.
Anyway, as it had so happened, Kevin LePine’s journey homeward had taken him past a couple of pharmacies and military surplus stores. He had quite the assorted collection of meds… including some anti-parasitic drugs which seemed to take effect almost instantly. He stashed the rest in the locker currently being used for food and medication, set himself up downstairs, and proceeded to sleep for the next two days.
Amy wasn’t quite so content to sit around. The very next morning, feeling completely parasite-free, she headed back into the city in search of a vehicle with which to take out the Zombie Hulk lurking around the central region. What she found was a flatbed truck. Finally, she had a chance to put the extensive studying she’d been doing to the test. At first, she was pretty terrible at welding. It took ages for her to repair the damaged truck, including a short-but-ammunition-expensive scavenger hunt for a car battery with some juice left in it. In the end, she even managed to find a second flatbed truck and extend the back end of her own by a full row. She might have done two, but that Hulk she was searching for came slamming through a wall just up the street and began charging towards her like some impossible horror-movie monster. She ducked down under the dashboard and accelerated into the behemoth as hard as her truck could manage. The first impact shattered a headlight and ripped off the left-corner quaterpanel. She popped up just in time for the second impact, pulling her camera out and snapping an excellent photo of the stupefied look on the creature’s face as she tore it’s leg off with the bed of the truck and sent it crashing down to the asphalt for the last time. She got out and butchered the monster immediately, lest it find some godforsaken method of coming back from the dead a second time, and headed back home with the back end of her truck filled with all kinds of scrap metal and broken vehicle plates.
The next day was spent reading, repairing, and checking on her brother. Mostly, though, it was spent making that newly-acquired flatbed truck easier to drive. Many aspects of the original design have been completely gutted out and replaced with a system better suited to the pre-teen girl’s somewhat stumpy legs. The original steering wheel, which had been quite terrible damaged, Amelia replaced it with a custom-built console. The wheel and pedals have been completely removed in favor of a flight-stick liberated from the dead hacker neighbor’s laptop duffel. Forward to accelerate, back to brake… no more taking her eyes off the road to drive. Two solar panels have been placed on either side of the truck’s bed, with more to come as she can pry them off of other vehicles. These will hopefully help to ensure that the floodlights on the top of the truck don’t burn out the battery if she forgets to turn them off before going to bed for the night on occasion. So far, they seem to be working fine.
A quick trip back into town just before nightfall saw her bringing back a haul worth three gun stores’ entire stocks. The gun and ammunition locker is getting to be quite well-stocked. Unfortunately, so very little of the ammo is actually compatible with the guns she has found.
Clever girl. I look forward to hearing about what changes she makes when the solar panels inevitably get ripped off the side of the bed.
Today I discovered the joys of playing as a 10-year-old by eating 10 puddings, 2 boxes of cookies, 3 chocolate drinks and four packets of candy whilst surrounded by the burning flesh of the DEAAAD!
I just love the simplicity and power of Molotovs; probably one of my favorite early-game weapons; and still persist to be good at late game levels! <3 Molotovs <3