Dead Reign: Explosions, roundhouse kicks, and zombies!

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Since I've noticed a couple of people posting their DR adventures, with positive results, thought I would do the same. Although, for interests sake I’m writing it as a proper story. Everything that you read (apart from backgrounds) happened in the game, by my (G.M) means, or the PCs.

This game is not only a completely new concept to all of the guys I play with, but it's my first G.M experience, so it's open to criticism haha.

House rule I got is no one can pick an OCC other than survivor right off the bat. Mainly because all the players, including myself, are really only experienced with Heroes Unlimited. So a completely new concept to everyone, I wanted everyone to start off basic and work towards their OCC goal. By which I mean at lvl 5, I'm allowing everyone to change to the OCC they've been working towards, gaining all the new skills and keeping their old ones.
Obviously, the back stories will fit in with exactly as the book states, and some of the adventures are modified from the adventure ideas. This is purely for entertainment.
Another house rule is I have unlimited ammo. But your character has to reload or they miss a turn. May seem a little too easy with unlimited ammo, but there’s been a few factors where even with the reloading factor, it’s still quite hard.

For the purpose of privacy, I'll use the charactor names in game.

My game starts off 5 months after the wave. When the wave hit, people were infected were sick for 4 days before dying. It took four days once the first lot died to get back up again. Thus, the day after EVERYONE had died, that's when the dead rose.

The country we're in is a made up fictional country with made up fictional towns. If any character is similar to someone, it is by pure coincidence. Haha, sorry getting a little Hollywood there.

There's only a few charactors with a decent back story, still working on the others. Actually this first one is currently the only backstory with huge content, that has been discussed (not played obviously).

Jack “Dirt” Soil’s back story:

Jack was a grave digger in a major city. When the wave hit, all of his family was infected. Hospitals have mass overflow of infected, so Jack took them to the church at the graveyard where Jack worked.

Then everyone started dying. Mass graves were required, because they obviously didn't want the dead near the living. Jack had been digging and digging for 4 days. On the fifth day, he recieved news that all of his family had passed away. Jack, looking around all these empty graves, is overtaken by grief upon realised his entire family will be in these holes he just dug.

Suddenly, screams are echoing from the church. Screams of terror. He rushes over to see people frantically running from the church. The last group of people to leave are drenched in blood, some clutching their necks, others their head, and the rest seem to be covered in other people's blood.

Momentarily stunned, Jack is wondering, "What the **** is going on?!". Out of the church, some people are stumbling out. But these people are different. Their movement is clumsy and slow, yet somewhat methodic. Blood is around their mouths, hands and on their clothes. But not their own. Jack sees one lift it’s head and look at him. This person's eyes aren't what they used to be. What once was bright, colourful eyes, is now a dull, listless, lifeless grey. It lifts it arm and points at Jack. It's mouth opens and lets out a bellowing and terrifying moan. Jack's never heard or seen anything like this in his life. It's not human. The other ‘people’ are now looking at Jack. They also point, moan and start shuffling towards Jack. Jack, regaining his train of thought, turns and bolts, in the direction of his apartment. Only thing in his hand is the shovel he was working with.

The streets are chaos. People are screaming everywhere, cars are clustering up the streets. Stores are getting their windows smashed from the looters, gun shots are heard, smoke is coming from a few buildings. Everything is in complete anarchy.

Jack arrives at his apartment and turns on the television. Every station he turns to; an emercency broadcast. Reports people coming back from the dead across the globe. The planet is swept by looting and panic. Freeways turn into bottlenecks of conjested cars, collisions and abandoned cars. People fleeing, not knowing where to go, but still going somewhere; anywhere. Every direction; tens of thousands of the walking dead.

There is no hope. There is no one to call for help. There is no answer even if you did. The world turns dark. Civilization is gone. Humanity is slipping. Human population is almost extinct. The dead reign.

Four months later.

Jack is passing through a rural town, Carver. Streets are empty. Abanonded cars scatter the street and block the bridge leading into town.
For Jack, this means leaving the ride he picked up at the last safe haven. Nothing fancy, but if he can’t find a ride in town, he’s got to go back the way he came.
Jack, armed with his sawn-off, a 9mm pistol he picked up from a fallen comrade, and his trusty Z-Day shovel.
Streets still dead silent. Too silent.
Jack passes by the abandoned cars. Some of the windows are smashed, doors open, some blood stains on the panels. Old stains. Whatever happened here, happened a long time ago.
Something is rattling in Jack’s head, but he can’t quite put his finger on what it is. Heard it through the rumor mill. “Something to do with abandoned cars and zombies… Was it zombies stay away because nothing is there….? Zombies go dorment around here…?”. The thought is right there, but Jack can’t remember. He hasn’t heard anything yet.

Jack reaches the end of the bridge. Still a large amount of cars around, but they’re thinning out down the main street. Jack pauses next to a car. Taking in his surroundings. Shop windows smashed. Trash rustling past in the wind.
Jack has seen enough. Definitely not safe here. He starts to head back to the car.

A hand shoots out from under the vehicle he’s next to! The hand tightly grabs Jack’s ankle and pulls. “****!”, Jack screams. Maintaining his balance, hand fumbling, places the end of the sawn-off barrel on the decayed arm. *Bang*, lets off both barrels. The grip around his ankle loosen’s slightly. He steps back, using all of his might on the leg the hand is latched onto. The sound of ripping flesh is head as the hand is torn from what’s left of the arm. Jack pries the hand from his ankle and throws it. The arm, now just a torn stump is flailing about.
Jack looks at at the abandoned cars before his own. Zombies begin slumping out of boots and backseats. All of them let out the all too familiar, but still terrifying moan, pointing at Jack. He notices a few crawlers creeping up around him. The numbers are growing quickly.

“Run”, is the first thing in Jack’s head.
Jack turns and bee lines it turn the main street, trying to reload his sawn-off. His fine motor skills are gone. Every attempt at reloading is met with fumbling, and dropping his rounds.

“Quick! In here!”, comes a male voice off to the side. Jack turns to look and see’s a middle aged man in the doorway of a two-storey pub across the street. He’s beckoning with his hand. Without even a second thought, Jack runs toward the pub.
Once inside, the middle age man slams the door shut and begins placing boards of wood through specially designed slots nailed to the door. Jack takes a quick looks around. There’s a middle aged woman standing at the bottom of the stairs in front of him wielding a pump-action shotgun. All the windows have been boarded up, and with the door as well, it seems to Jack that these people have been here for a while, having the barricades done already.

The moan is getting louder. “Upstairs!”, says the man, in a stern, but calm manner. The woman goes up first, with the man guiding Jack up the stairs with a friendly, non-threatening shove.
Upstairs, the windows are also boarded up. The moan is just outside. Jack hears pounding coming from downstairs. It sounds like the zombies have them surrounded. He takes a peek through a crack in the boards. There must 200+ zombies out there. Most are at the building, but he can still see others slowly shambling up the street from all directions.

“Get away from the window!”, whispers the man. Jack turns and goes over to the couple.

“We’ll be safe here. Just stay away from the doors and windows and they’ll eventually go away.”

Jack trust the man. Judging from the fortifications, he’s done this before.

Hours pass. Night falls. Jack no longer hears the moan. The pounding has long been gone.

“”We’ll rest up here for the night.”, says the man. “Better to be safe than sorry.”
Jack nods.
The man leads him to a bed with a blanket and pillow. Jack is ecstatic. He can’t even remember the last time he slept in a comfy bed with a blanket and pillow. He’s practically asleep the moment his head hits the pillow. Best night’s sleep Jack’s had in months.

It’s morning when Jack wakes. Jack stumbles outta bed and out the bedroom door. He can’t hear anything upstairs, so he creeps downstairs. Slowly. Jack is still unsure if anything is outside still.

As Jack reaches the bottom of the stairs, he notices the man and woman preparing breakfast at the bar.

The man introduces himself as Roy, and the woman is his wife, Fiona. They were the owners of this pub before the zombie epidemic spread. When it hit their town, they chose to stay and fight it out as opposed to fleeing. The way they survive is to periodically, once every two or three weeks, head into town while the zombies are dorment to get supplies. If they’re spotted, they run back to the pub and lock themselves in. Once the zombies get bored and leave and go back into their dorment state, they begin repairing the fortifications. So far it’s been successful for the past 4 months.

“We’ll be heading out in a few days for some more supplies. We have enough now to last the two of us about two weeks, but the numbers seem to be increasing. We don’t want to go out any more than we should, so we’re going for a big score to hold us over for a month or two. You’re welcome to stay up until that point, waiting for the son’s of ***** to get some shut eye, but after that you’re out.”, says Roy.

“Is it ok if I take some food and water when I leave?”, replies Jack.

“I’ll let you know when we get back from our next supply run.”

A few days later, the couple gather up their gear for the supply run.

“Wait here for us to return. We should only be a couple of hours.”, says Roy.

“Do you need any help?”, replies Jack.

“No. We know this town like the back of our hand. Can’t have someone not knowing what they’re doing or where they’re going with us.”

With that, Roy and Fiona head out. Jack closes the door behind them.

Six hours pass. Twelve hours pass. A full day passes. Roy and Fiona never return.
Jack inventories the pub. He estimates with all the supplies inside, he should last a month. Jack thinks it would be best to wait it out inside the fortified pub for a month, let the zombies completely forget about him before he makes his slip.

The month passes.
Jack is preparing his belongings to make his run for it. As he is doing this, he hears faint moaning.
“No no no no!”, is running over and over in Jack’s head. The moaning is getting louder and closer. Jack peeks outside, looking down in the direction of the moan. He sees a man, completely and utterly terrified, running down the street, in his direction.

“****!”

Jack unbarrs the front door. He opens it and beckons his hand at the stranger.

“In here! In here!”


If people are keen for a read, more to come shortly.
Next episode is Mission 1: Pilot.

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failed to reload rounds?? Do you make them test to reload a round??

Lol, that part never happened in game remember? That was just a back story. Reloading in mine is just an action. My game start starts with another charactor, going into Carver then runnning from the zombies. Which is what Jack saw.