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He's out. And on the loose. I went to check on Sgt. Miller again this morning to make sure that he was still locked up, and he's gone. The door to the security room was completely destroyed, and a slight trail of watery slime led away from the baggage area towards the front of the terminal.

Leon Kennedy wrote:

Nightbreed wrote:I told you so, just doesn't quite say how i feel right now......

At this point i think i would have or be plotting to dispose of McAuliffe as the sarge being loose is HIS FAULT!!!!

If I don't leave some loose ends, then I've got nowhere to go with the story.

Nightbreed wrote:Looking forward to how he deals with his current situation.

Ranger wrote:Sticky???

Leon Kennedy wrote:I must apologize, but I don't have an update to our story today. Things were pretty hectic at home last night, and I just didn't have any time to do anything to...erm, I mean with...our heroes last night. So, unfortunately, you're going to have to wait until Monday to find out what happens. I can tell you this much:

1. Our remaining survivors ARE going to make for the boat; and
2. ?????

Stay tuned, faithful readers!

Leon Kennedy wrote:Well, I dropped my potential rifter submission in the mail this morning. I took the first few days worth of Corey's posts and sent them in. Filled out the submission form and printed it all and mailed it. Now we'll just have to wait and see what happens with that. I will definitely keep you all posted.

gmapprentice wrote:eh. boring.

And that's just the beginning of our problems. America wasn't the only country to have military facilities doing the type of testing that was done at Cartouche...

Leon Kennedy wrote:I am torn on how to post today's entry. Our group of heroes (if you can really call them that) don't really have access to the internet or a radio anymore, but I hate to not be able to post through the eyes of any of our characters. But, to keep the story moving along...



Journal Entry - Peter McAuliffe

Our trip to Duluth has met with a little....complication. And that's putting it lightly. We set off east, sailing towards St. Ignace/Mackinaw City, and things were going fine. The weather was good, we were in good spirits, and it seemed like we were making good time. The only thing I was afraid of was sailing underneath the bridge that connects Upper and Lower Michigan, and man do I hate being right.

We got a few hundred feet from the bridge, and at first we didn't see anything. We all decided to stay "indoors" in the cabin so as not to attract the attention of any potential zombies that may be on the bridge, but that didn't work. As soon as we got within 50 feet of the bridge we heard the unmistakable moaning of zombies who had been alerted to our presence. How could they even see us in the boat? We weren't walking around, and we weren't making a whole lot of noise. Some days I wonder just how "intelligent" these things are. How could they have known that a boat floating in the water could hold some people in it?

Anyhow, we had no choice but to try to speed through under the bridge. It was either that or turn around. Rock/paper/scissors between me and David (2 out of 3) showed us that we were going under the bridge. Bad idea. As soon as we got under the bridge, the zombies decided to see if they could fly. Out of seemingly nowhere, 5 or 6 zombies decided to launch themselves off the bridge at our boat. 3 of them completely missed, and are now fish food. 1 of them hit the side of the boat on its way down, and did some serious damage to not only himself but to the boat as well. 1 of them hit the back of the boat square, and went straight through it. The last one landed almost on top of the cabin, and went almost through the whole boat.

We realized that we were going to have to make our way to shore. The boat was sinking - fast - and we had no idea how many other zombies were going to try diving at us. We had a small life raft on the boat, and it was one of those instant-inflatable ones where you pull the string and it inflates. We inflated the thing and jumped in it, paddling feverishly towards shore. Thankfully, when we got to shore on the other side of the bridge, there were no more zombies waiting for us. However, we weren't going to wait around for the welcoming committee to show up and invite us to dinner.

We made our way through what I am guessing is a campground/park area, and are now holed up in a house a few hundred yards from the Lake Michigan shoreline. We have barricaded the entire house - boarded up windows and doors, sealed all entrances as best as we could. We've got food and water in the house, but we're pretty trapped. We're going to have to find a way to get out of here, and try to make it somewhere safer.

As you can probably guess, the rest of the survivors are a little irritated with me. It was my idea to make for Duluth to help the other survivors (if there are any), so it's naturally my fault that this happened. It's not my fault, but I'll take the heat for it. I am only trying to do what I think is right not for myself but for the sake of the human race. We might become extinct thanks to the outbreak, but I'll be damned if I let that happen while I can still try to help others.

There is a truck in the garage of this house, and it just so happens that it's one of the original H-1 Hummers. Oh yeah. If we can find the keys, I'll try to talk the others into making a break for it in the thing to safer grounds. Which, I'm guessing, means heading farther north. I'm thinking that the harsh winter somewhere around the arctic circle might kill off any zombies that are alive up there, and might give us a safe area with which to try and rebuild. We won't be able to help anyone in Duluth (if anyone is still there). I'm so sorry that I cannot help you...

Leon Kennedy wrote:

Mr. Deific NMI wrote:No gas station in the town? No cars to siphon gas from? Damn, sucks to be them!

I'm pretty sure there are. They just haven't thought about that since finding the train. And assuming they can get it fired up and moving, they probably won't. We'll see what the dice say tonight. About the train, the hummer, and.... ooops! Almost let it spill!

Leon Kennedy wrote:.....and I'm hoping that I don't have to clear the tracks when I get there...

Leon Kennedy wrote:

Mr. Deific NMI wrote:

Leon Kennedy wrote:.....and I'm hoping that I don't have to clear the tracks when I get there...

According to Leon's dice, I would be willing to bet that dear old Pete will have to stop!

What? Would my dice really do that? No, that's not possible!