Day 1: ICC

[Skullcrusher]

Trent looks at Greg,"Hey A-hole you mind I am talking to my friend here?. He sneers at Greg then turns back to Cliff waiting for Cliff's response

[MatthewVilter]

I stand in the doorway ready to step outside and close the door. If the door can be locked without using a key (like, from the inside) I do that too.

[DarkForce]

"I was getting ready to open my bunker. When this guy came in." He pointed over t the body on the floor. "He was sick looking and really aggressive. He then just bite me and started chasing me all over. I got my gun and ran in the garage here. HE followed and I let him have it." Trent and Greg can hear some shuffling around where the body is. "I don't think he is fully dead though. I did shoot out his spine" He says laughing. "So I don't think he is going anywhere."

It sounded like Cliff gave all of his energy to tell you that. His eyes roll back in his head and he does not seem to be awake anymore.

For Greg:

The door is actually already locked. It is one of those one way doors. You can lock it from one way but still open it from the other direction. It is locked trying to come in, but you can still open it from the inside.

[MatthewVilter]

"I'll go get a medkit. Don't touch him without gloves!"

I go get a medkit from the store.

[Skullcrusher]

Trent walks over to the body, stops about 1 yard from it and stares at it. "Dude that is sick. The Mofo is still moving. What the hell?" He looks back at Cliff to see if he has woken up.

[DarkForce]

Cliff is out cold.

The body on the floor seems to have suffered extreme spinal injury. The head of the body is sitll gasping and biting but the rest of the body seems to not be moving. It seems, that what ever this is, it is still limited by the human body.

Greg finds a first aid kit and some latex gloves with no problem when he rushes back, he sees the body still trying to bite around. There is also something he did not notice in the commotion before. There is a distinct smell. It is sweet and at the same time stomach churning. It is like Greg's body does not know if it wants to vomit or to embrace the scent.

It is clear though that it is coming from the body and starting to come from cliff.

11:30am

[Skullcrusher]

Trent leans forward slightly still out of reach of the flailing body. Looks at it with head tilted sideways as Greg administers to his friend. "Dude is Cliff going turn into this...? What the @#$% is happening...I thought those dudes were on some sort of drugs but this wacked!" as he leans back straight. He then walks to the head and straddles it raising his back twohanded above his head he tries to smash in the dead bodies brains....

AOA(Determined) +4, -7 brain, +4 Telegraphic attack, Skill 11 (sports baseball skill adaptation)- 12 or less

12 or less (3d6=11)Hit

Damage (2d6+1=3) Wow this damage sucks....oh well

[MatthewVilter]

I will check out Cliff. I check his breathing and circulation but I don't try to wake him up.

"I don't know, probably. The only I can think of to do is put a tourniquet above the bite-probably won't work but the only other thing is antibiotics and if those worked we wouln't be in this mess."

[DarkForce]

Trent's hit seems to have devastating effect. The skull crushes and the body stops biting around.

Cliff's breathing is shallow and labored. He has a very weak pulse.

[MatthewVilter]

I check to see if the darkening of the vains extends all the way to the torso (cutting away clothing if necessary).

"Good idea, probably best to put it out of its misery. That guy was not coming back."