He stood in the doorway of the Captain's Office of the Mayhem City Precinct 13 Police Station. He was in his late twenties, a good looking man, who cared a lot about his appearance. He carried a Heckler and Koch 9mm MP5A3 Sub-Machine Gun and wore a police-issue flak vest over his white shirt.
With him was SWAT Sergeant Wayne Connors, dressed in full riot gear and holding a .45 calibre Kimber Custom II Pistol, which was pointed at the two prisoners, Vampifan and Big Sil. Neither prisoner was handcuffed.
Seated behind a cluttered desk was Captain Alan Marquez, a gruff, no-nonsense officer, who wore his hair in a military crew cut. He was 48 years old but the past two months had aged him considerably. He had lost far too many good men and women and now all that remained of his precinct was a skeleton crew. It was his decision to try and maintain law and order in a world that had been plunged into absolute chaos.
"Thank you, Brandt," he said. "So, Sleeping Beauty has decided to join the living. How are you feeling?"
His question was directed at Big Sil, who had been comatose for most of the day, thanks to a beating he'd received from Vampifan early that morning.
"I've had better days," the bearded biker replied sourly.
"What happens now?" Vampifan asked with a note of concern.
"What happens now is that you're free to go," Marquez replied with a wry smile. "Once you pay your fine!"
Vampifan sighed. "What fine? No-one is using cash any more."
"Exactly" Marquez replied. "So, leave behind one of your firearms or body armour and we'll let you go. Refuse and we keep the lot. So what do you say?"
On the Captain's desk were Vampifan's 7.62mm Heckler and Koch G3 Assault Rifle, his .50 calibre IMI Desert Eagle Pistol, Big Sil's 5.56mm Colt M16A2 Assault Rifle and both of their flak vests. Their combat knives were also there, but they were not part of the deal.
"Okay," Vampifan said resignedly, "you can keep the Desert Eagle. Sil?"
"I'll need the rifle more than the vest. You can have the vest."
"Excellent, gentlemen." Marquez looked at them with a satisfied smile. "It's been a pleasure doing... what the hell is that racket?"
Loud music could suddenly be heard from what appeared to be just outside his office.
"I do believe it's the Birdie Song by the Tweets," Big Sil replied knowingly.
Vampifan - Rep:6 Star with Nerves of Steel and Slow. Armed with Assault Rifle, Combat Knife and Body Armour.
Big Sil - Rep:5 Grunt with Knife Fighter. Armed with Assault Rifle and Combat Knife.
Captain Alan Marquez - Rep:5 Grunt with Nerves of Steel. Armed with Shotgun and BA Pistol.
Detective Mitchell Brandt - Rep:5 Grunt with no Attribute. Armed with SMG and Body Armour.
SWAT Sergeant Wayne Connors - Rep:5 Grunt with Stone Cold. Armed with Assault Rifle, BA Pistol and Body Armour.
SWAT Trooper Johnny Vincenzo - Rep:5 Grunt with Transporter. Armed with SMG, BA Pistol and Body Armour.
SWAT Trooper Gemma Kelly - Rep:5 Grunt with Athlete. Armed with SMG, BA Pistol and Body Armour.
Patrolman Kenneth Tybald - Rep:4 Grunt with Brawler. Armed with Shotgun and BA Pistol.
Patrolwoman Sally Gibson - Rep:4 Grunt with Runt. Armed with BA Pistol.
Rookie Ryan Markowitz - Rep:3 Grunt with Poser. Armed with BA Pistol.
No. of Resolved PEFs 1 2 3 4 5 6
0 PEFs A A A B B D A = Killer Klown. If already chosen then count as B
1 PEF A A B B D D B = Zombies
2 PEFs A B B B D D C = Team Vampi. If already chosen then count as B
3+ PEFs B C C D D D D = False alarm
Day 62 - Assault on Precinct 13 part 1
The Police were unable to activate this turn. PEF:1 with the highest Rep passed 2d6 on the PEF Movement Table and moved one Sector towards the nearest group of players. I placed it at the NW corner of the police station in Sector 9, in cover behind the blue hatchback but in sight of SWAT Trooper Kelly. I rolled 1d6 on my new PEF Resolution Table and scored a 2, giving me a result of "A," meaning Killer Klowns. Actually, just one arrived, driving a pick-up truck, loaded with a hi-fi system and a huge speaker. The evil clown played the intensely annoying "Birdie Song" by the Tweets at full volume.
I diced to see what the Rep of the Killer Klown driver was. He was Rep:4, so he went first this turn. Leaving the engine running and the speaker system turned up to full volume, he exited the vehicle and sprinted across the road, chuckling all the way.
"Connors, with me!" he ordered, having to shout to be heard.
SWAT Sergeant Connors followed obediently, without comment.
"Oh, God!" he exclaimed as he saw the amount of zombies so close to the front entrance. "This is not good!"
Vampifan and Big Sil said nothing as they loaded fresh ammo clips into their Assault Rifles.
"Someone has to turn that damned engine off," Captain Marquez announced, "otherwise we'll be swarming with deadheads."
"I'll do it, sir!" SWAT Sergeant Connors volunteered.
"No," Marquez replied. "I'll do it. You cover me."
Captain Marquez always led from the front and would never order his men to do something that he wasn't prepared to do himself. He nimbly dropped down to the front of the pick-up truck then made the short jump to the ground. The driver's door was wide open. Disabling the engine would be a separate action, which, hopefully, he could achieve next turn.
"Get up on the roof," the young detective replied. "You'll be safer there. Gibson, escort these gentlemen upstairs!"
Patrolwoman Gibson stepped out of the CCTV Monitor Room and said in a soft spoken voice, "follow me, guys."
Vampifan and Big Sil did just that as they followed her to the stairs leading up.
TO BE CONTINUED
Total number of zombies who have appeared so far = 41.