>>4022961
>Ask your boss what is going on.
knife run !

>>4022961
>Stick your head out of the kitchen window

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>>4022992

You look over at your boss, Big Tony. He's a large man with a large laugh and an even larger heart who got you this job while you take classes at Raccoon University.

"Big Tony, what was that?"

"Dunno," he says with a shrug. "Maybe Jennifer saw a mouse. I'll go and see. Can't have customers or, god forbid, the health inspector seein' mice up in here!"

He walks past and leaves the kitchen through its swinging door.

>>4023001

After you finish cleaning your knife, you wash your hands and are about to change when curiosity gets the better of you. Heading over to the order window, you stick your head out and see Big Tony leaning over one of the customers who seems to have fallen face-first into his meal and is unresponsive.

'Oh, no,' you think. 'He was the one with the steak with my green herb garnish. I hope that isn't my fault...'

Big Tony shakes the man a few times, and he stirs somewhat. That's when you notice that Jennifer, the waitress who screamed, isn't actually looking at the man with his face in the plate, but rather at some filthy homeless person rubbing up against the window. He looks like he's covered in mud and he's all pale and Jennifer is positively freaking out.

>This sounds like a dinner shift problem. Slip out the back.
>Go out front and comfort Jennifer.
>See if you can help Big Tony with the unresponsive man.
>Grab your knife.
>Other

>>4023025
>Grab your knife.

>>4023025
>>See if you can help Big Tony with the unresponsive man.

>>4023025
>Other
Tell Jennifer to call an ambulance just incase for our unresponsive customer
>Grab your knife

>>4023025
>See if you can help Big Tony with the unresponsive man.
>Grab your knife.

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>>4023033
>>4023055
>>4023057
>>4023034

You return to your prep station and now have your knife, sliding it into your pocket just for safety's sake.

Rushing to the dining area to help Big Tony and try and get Jennifer under control, when a customer slides out of a booth and falls right in front of you. You skid to a stop, seeing that he looks horrible; his face is all sunken in and his skin is wax-like; his eyes are rolling into the back of his head and he is convulsing.

Your mouth hangs open. You really don't know what to do in this situation. Jennifer is still terrified by the homeless man and now Big Tony is trying to help the customer who fell forward sit back up. He looks over at Jennifer and tells her to calm down.

When he turns his head away from the man he just helped sit up, the man's eyes open. They are milk-white. With great speed and ferocity, his head snaps up to Big Tony's neck and his teeth sink into the generous amount of flesh present. You gasp as you watch Big Tony shout in pain and push him away, taking a chunk of his neck with him. Big Tony falls down near the diner's table, reaching for a rag in his pocket to hold against his neck. Jennifer turns, sees this and her screaming is renewed.

One of the other customers slaps two dollars onto his table, finishes his coffee in one big gulp, throws the cup over his shoulder and runs out the front door.

>Get out of here.
>Help Big Tony.
>Grab Jennifer and run.
>Call the police.
>Other

>>4023075
>Help Big Tony.

>>4023075
>Help Big Tony.
swipe swipe swipe

>>4023075
>Grab Jennifer and run.

>>4023075
>Help Big Tony.
Dis is gud

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>>4023085
>>4023092
>>4023106

Stepping over the man convulsing on the ground, you go to Big Tony, and help him up to his feet. His neck is bleeding badly. As you get him up to his feet, the man who bit him suddenly stands up, shuffling up to his own feet. His mouth hangs open and his face, shirt and hands are caked in blood. His awkward standing pose, looking almost dizzy, is incredibly unnerving. From his throat issues forth a wet moan. He raises his hands in your direction.

"Come on!" you say, taking Fan Tony towards the back. Jennifer, coming to some of her senses, runs after you both after the attacker falls over a chair, clawing at the ground with bloody fingers.

The three of you step over the unconscious customer near the kitchen entrance and make it inside.

"Oh my god, what's happening?!" Jennifer cries.

"Get the medkit!" you tell her, helping Fat Tony sit down. Jennifer starts frantically searching for it, manic in her actions.

"Oh, kid, I'm hurt real bad," he says, the rag at his neck now very, very red and dark. He is sweating profusely.

From the dining area, you hear a window break. Another loud moan fills the area.

You look around. "What do I do? What do I do?"

>Barricade the kitchen door.
>Get Fat Tony and Jennifer out the back entrance
>Search for the medkit.
>Call the police.
>Other

>>4023111
>Barricade the kitchen door.
>Search for the medkit.

>>4023111
>>Search for the medkit.

>>4023111
>Barricade the kitchen door.

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>>4023129
>>4023146
>>4023159

You half-heartedly push a rack of kitchenware in front of the swinging door. Jennifer, having found the medkit, rushes up. Her face is a mess with tears and running makeup.

You kneel down in front of Fat Tony and open the medkit, setting it aside. You try to get him to remove the rag, but he's holding it tight against his neck. He's gasping for breath, and the front of his shirt and apron are now stained with blood.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god there's so much blood," Jennifer cries as she cowers nearby.

You finally get him to drop his arm, but when it falls, it falls limply. You watch Fat Tony breathe his last; the bite in his neck was too deep. That man must have bitten through an artery.

"Oh, no," you whisper, as your precious, innocent, carefree world of working at a diner and studying at university to become a biologist comes crashing down around you.

Suddenly, there is violent pounding on the kitchen door. You can hear moans and shouting on the other side. The kitchenware shakes on the rack with each violent pound, and it is nonstop.

"Oh god!" Jennifer cries. "They're coming for us! OH GOD THEY'RE COMING FOR US! WE'RE GOING TO DIE!"

You try to think hard. You grab the medkit and feel around in your pockets for your keys. Your car is parked out back. You remember, you were just about to leave to go and meet your friends...

>Leave Jennifer and run out the back door
>Grab Jennifer and make for your car
>Barricade the kitchen door more strongly
>Turn all the stoves on, max gas, and grab Tony's lighter
>Other

>>4023169
>Turn all the stoves on, max gas, and grab Tony's lighter

>>4023169
>Grab Jennifer and run for the car

>>4023169
>Grab Jennifer and make for your car

>>4023169
>Grab Jennifer and make for your car

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>>4023182
>>4023192
>>4023203

Snapping out of it, you grab Jennifer by the wrist and pull her out the back, into the employee parking lot. You know she doesn't have a car and commutes to work, so you quickly unlock your car and urge her to get inside.

You get inside, sit down and buckle up. You grip the wheel tightly as you think about what to do. In the passenger seat, Jennifer babbles semi-coherently, still in shock and mania.

Up ahead, out of the alley the parking lot is in, you see someone running on the street. They are hit by a speeding car which runs into a building. You gasp as their corpse then picks itself up and starts crawling away, dragging its shattered legs behind.

"This is bad," you whisper. "Really, really, really bad... is it happening everywhere?!"

>Go to where you were going to meet up with your friends
>Go to the police station
>Go to the hospital
>Drive out of the city
>Other

>>4023213
>Go to the police station

>>4023213
>Go to police station
This is a hard one

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>>4023223
>>4023224

"Police station," you mutter to yourself. "The police station!"

You drive out of the alley and down the street, quickly discovering that everything is in absolute chaos. You pass by a burning building, and these... things... are wandering about, some of them on fire! You swerve to avoid them and continue driving, trying to remember the fastest way there. People are everywhere, running, screaming and fighting off these horrific monsters in human form.

"It's a nightmare," Jennifer whispers. "Any moment now and I'll wake up... I'll wake up... Please, please, please wake up..." She sobs into her car seat as you are suddenly forced to stop.

There is a police barricade here, and many people are running behind it, nearly pushing each other over and climbing over one another to get to safety. Red and blue lights flash as a policeman with a megaphone tries to keep the crowd calm.

You look around, realizing that there are several abandonned cars blocking the street. Squinting, you realize that one of them has a man inside, who is feasting on a driver as he struggles, trapped by his seatbelt.

With a gulp, you unbuckle yours and get out of the car, helping Jennifer. The crowd in front of you is large and people are getting hurt; you're not exactly the biggest person and you could easily see yourself getting trampled in there. But there are police officers in that direction...

>Try to make your way through the crowd
>Get back in the car and drive somewhere else
>Look for another way around
>A subway! Run underground
>Other

>>4023249
>A subway! Run underground

>>4023249
>A subway! Run underground

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>>4023269
>>4023280

Spying a subway entrance, you grab Jennifer's hand and lead her down the stairs. The subway appears mostly deserted, though there are a few people, panicking and trying to figure out what is going on and what to do. There is a subway train here, and it looks like it is about to depart. There are people attempting to pile into it, and others pushing out of it who rush past you and up the stairs.

A man in a business suit runs by. You try and get his attention to see if he knows what is going on, but he ignores you as he runs up the stairs.

"What do we do?" Jennifer asks, looking to you for guidance.

>Get on the subway car
>Find a room and barricade yourselves in
>Start walking in the tunnels
>Go back up to the surface level
>Other

>>4023324
>Find a room and barricade yourselves in

>>4023324
>Start walking in the tunnels
If someone pops in that train, everyone is a goner

>>4023324
>Start walking in the tunnels

>>4023324
>Get on the subway car

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>>4023358
>>4023345

"Come on," you say to Jennifer as you step down onto the tracks.

"W-what are you d-doing?" she asks.

"We can't get on that train! If someone turns into one of those... things... we're all as good as dead! We need to get to safety... we'll walk to the next station. I think the police station is in this direction..."

"But it's dark!" she says.

"At least we won't be surrounded by people and monsters!" you point out.

After a moment, Jennifer sniffles and climbs down onto the tracks with you. You both get to the opposite side of the tunnel as the train rolls past, and start walking.

When everything is quiet, Jennifer speaks again. "Daisy, what's happening? Is it the end of the world?"

"I don't know," you say. "It must be... all those attacks in the news recently. People getting bit and eaten in the woods? But it's everywhere now..."

"I'm so scared," Jennifer says, holding tightly onto your arm in the darkness. "Tony is dead, and those people in the diner and the street, and..." She trails off as she sobs.

You turn around and give her a hug. "Jennifer, please, stay strong. I'm scared too. I don't know what's going on, but let's try and stay quiet, okay?"

Jennifer sniffles and nods again.

You walk for a ways, eventually seeing a light up ahead. But it is not another station, rather it is some kind of maintenance junction. Another tunnel connects to this one, and it looks older and more delapidated and not in use; it looks like it was under construction once, but not for a long time.

>Go down this new tunnel.
>Keep walking to the next station.
>Wait here for a while.
>Other

>>4023384
>>Keep walking to the next station.

>>4023384
Prolly a bad idea but..
>Go down this new tunnel.

>>4023384
>Go down this new mystery box.

>>4023384
>Keep walking to the next station.

>>4023411
>>4023399
the sewers are a bad place to go.

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>>4023385
>>4023399
>>4023411
>>4023413
I'll need a tie breaker please

>>4023384
>Keep walking to the next station

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>>4023385
>>4023413
>>4023429

"Come on, we need to keep moving, stick with the plan," you say to Jennifer as much as to yourself.

The two of you keep walking until you come upon an older platform that does not appear to be in service anymore. It is old-fashioned, with fancy archways and that distinct "Raccoon City"-style, which is to say, elaborate architectural abundance with warm lighting. The lights appear to be working here, and there does appear to be a way up to the surface, though as you discover it leads to a locked gate. However, the lock does seem old, and perhaps can be broken.

You travel with Jennifer back down to the abandonned platform and begin to search for anything that might help you. Suddenly, you hear a loud roar echoing down the tunnels, and while you cannot quite tell what direction it came from, you get the feeling that it is in the direction you came from.

"What was that?!" Jennifer asks, shaking on the spot.

>Find a quiet spot and hide
>Look for a tool to break open the lock
>Attempt to pick the lock with your knife
>Get off the platform and keep moving on to the next one
>Other

>>4023444
>Look for a tool to break open the lock
Also just look for anything weapon worthy.

>>4023444
>>Look for a tool to break open the lock

>>4023444
>Look for a tool to break open the lock

>>4023444
>Find a quiet spot and hide

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>>4023447
>>4023450
>>4023456

Searching desperately, you find a loose lead pipe and run up the stairs with Jennifer following closely behind. You smash away at the lock three times before it breaks, allowinf you to push open the gate and escape to the surface!

You leave the tunnels behind as you realize you are in some kind of old park. Raccoon City has a few of these, but you've never been to this one. It's getting dark out. In the distance, you can see fires, hear screams and gunfire, and the blaring of sirens everywhere. Jennifer huddles closely as you look around, looking for an exit to the park.

"This way," you say, taking her hand and leading her towards a large entryway. It seems the park was under construction, since the entryway is fenced and boarded off with no way to break through with the tools you currently possess. "Damn!" You take a step back and think about climbing, but no good---the iron fence that surrounds the park is both tall and covered in spikes like something out of Vlad the Impaler's home garden.

"Must be another way out of here," you think aloud to yourself. "We need to get to the police station."

A helicopter flies overhead, but isn't searching for survivors. It flies off in the direction of a fire. You can hear fire engines and ambulances and other alarms you don't recognize.

"It really is the whole city," Jennifer mutters, holding her arms against her chest. "There's no end to this..."

>Follow the fenceline and see if you can find another opening
>Search the park for something you can push to climb over the fence
>Try shouting for any other people to come and help you
>Head back underground
>Other

>>4023471
>Search the park for something you can push to climb over the fence

>>4023471
>Search the park for something you can push to climb over the fence
Hell no to shouting or going back.

>>4023471
>>Search the park for something you can push to climb over the fence

>>4023471
>>Follow the fenceline and see if you can find another opening

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>>4023472
>>4023473
>>4023476

While the iron fence may have spikes, the stone archway does not, and it has a spot that you could climb up onto if you had some kind of boost. Knowing that Jennifer probably couldn't boost you up, and that you wouldn't be able to pull her up even if she did, you look around for an alternative.

A crate!

"Jennifer, help me push this!" you say, and together you both brace your shoulder against the box and push it in a series of timed thrusts, during which the crate moves forward in small amounts.

Together, the two of you push the crate over to the stone archway with great effort. You climb up onto it, then onto the stone arch, then you encourage Jennifer to do the same.

Now, about getting down...

You turn around and slowly lower yourself down, holding onto the edge with your hands before falling onto the ground with no pain. Jennifer follows your lead, and now the two of you are back on the street, but nearer to your destination. You can hear police sirens urging civilians to the police station; it's only a few buildings away!

>Stay on the streets and go around the buildings the long way
>Go through the buildings the short way
>Climb up and over the buildings with the fire escape
>Cut through a nearby tight alleyway
>Other

>>4023500
>Climb up and over the buildings with the fire escape

>>4023500
>Climb up and over the buildings with the fire escape
A bird's eye view will help us.

>>4023500
>>Climb up and over the buildings with the fire escape

>>4023500
>>Climb up and over the buildings with the fire escape

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>>4023501
>>4023504
>>4023505
>>4023522

Looking up, you see a fire escape on your side of the building with the ladder lowered. "Come on!" You and Jennifer run over to it and begin to climb it. The metal clanks softly as you make your way up to the top, where you help Jennifer onto the roof. "Let's get a good look at things," you say, though you dread what you will see.

You both run to the opposite edge, and your hearts sink. The city streets are positively swarming with the infected. Buildings and cars burn as the shrieks of their victims mingle with the alarms and sirens. It is chaos, pure and horrific chaos, and the entire city is at its mercy.

"Not pretty, huh?"

You both nearly scream (well, Jennifer does) as you hear a voice from behind. There is a man, late twenties by the looks of him, somewhat scrawny and with glasses. He has a gun in one hand, and his business casual white shirt has blood on it. He holds up a hand. "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you jump."

"Who are you? What's going on?" you ask as Jennifer hides behind you.

"Well, me, I'm Dylan. As for what's going on, I mean... look around? You've seen what I've seen." He sits down on a cement block and sighs. "Well, probably not. You probably didn't have to shoot a little girl that wanted to eat you." He looks at the gun in his hand and then sighs again. "I thought I could signal a helicopter or something from up here. No flares or anything. Stupid..."

You look at Jennifer, then back at him. "We're trying to get to the police station."

"Can you fly?" he asks sarcastically. "The streets are swarming with those... zombies. It's like a horror movie..."

>We should stay here and wait for rescue.
>Let's go back down into the building and barricade ourselves.
>We can't just stay here. Let's find a route to the police station and fight our way there!
>Talk to him some more.
>Other

>>4023526
>>We can't just stay here. Let's find a route to the police station and fight our way there!

>>4023526
>Talk to him some more.

>>4023526
>Talk to him some more.
We need a plan for either option.

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I must now go to bed, so we'll die, I mean play more, tomorrow after work
Hope you're liking it so far, might be a oneshot unless we survive

>>4023546
Goodnight and thanks for running.

>>4023546
Thanks for this QM, id love for it to be a regular thing

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>>4023533
>>4023537

"My name is Daisy," you say to him.

"Nice to meet you," he says. He has a far-away look in his eyes.

"Do you know what the building we're on is?"

"An apartment building. I didn't live here, but a friend of mine did. I was visiting them because they were sick. Turns out a little too sick." His lip trembles. "He was my best friend... And then, that little girl in the hallway, missing half her face, with those eyes..."

"Oh, god," you mutter. "Are you alright? Were you hurt?"

"No," he shakes his head. "Not yet."

He puts the gun to his forehead and Jennifer gasps. His face twists into a grimace.

"Wait, no!" you say, trying to talk him down. "Please don't!"

"Why not?" he asks in a hopeless voice. "There's no escape. Have you seen those things? They're everywhere, eating people. I'd rather... I'd rather spend the bullet now than make someone else do it later."

>Continue talking to him and reassure him that we can escape.
>Convince him to give you the gun.
>Let him shoot himself and then take the gun.
>Attempt to wrestle the gun out of his hands.
>Other

>>4024021
>Continue talking to him and reassure him that we can escape.

>>4024021
>Continue talking to him and reassure him that we can escape.

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>>4024024
>>4024029

"Please, please, just look at me," you say to him in a calm voice. "Dylan, don't do this. We can make it out of this."

His hand is shaking. He's fighting himself.

Kneeling, you hold up your hands and say, "Please believe me. If we work together, we can survive. We just need to get somewhere safe."

After a moment, he puts the gun down, letting out a gasping breath. "I couldn't even do that right either," he says, slapping himself on the side of the head a few times. "Stupid..."

"Hey, stop that," you say, putting your hand over his. "You made the right choice. If we work together, I know we can make it to the police station." You look over at Jennifer and say, "This is Jennifer. We worked together."

"Hello," Dylan says somewhat absent-mindedly.

"You can shoot, right?" Jennifer asks. He nods.

You stand up and go to the edge of the roof again, looking down and over. "It won't be easy... they seem to be drawn by all the noise."

Jennifer looks up and down the street, seeing the multitude of zombies. "What are we going to do?"

>We stick to the streets, more room to run.
>Let's run through the alleys.
>Maybe we can try to go through the buildings.
>If we gather supplies from the apartment building, we can hold out on the rooftop up here until the police come to rescue us.
>Other

>>4024252
>>Let's run through the alleys.

there will be fewer zombies in the alleys than on the street

>>4024252
>Let's run through the alleys.
Be on your guard for hidden zoms!

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>>4024334
>>4024313

"The alleyways," you say to them both as Dylan walks over and joins you. "There." You point across the street at a narrow point between two buildings. "That leads to the next street over. Then, there's only one more row of buildings before we get to the police staion!"

"If we get caught in that place it's a deathtrap," Dylan points out.

"But look. The zombies are in the streets. If we climb down and wait for a good moment, we can sprint across and get into the alleyway!"

"I'm afraid," Jennifer says, shaking. You rub her arm and assure her that she will be fine.

"I've only got five shots left in this thing," Dylan says, checking the ammo of the revolver. "Let's hope I don't need to shoot six times..."

Climbing down the fire escape, you and your companions hide in the alley adjacent to the apartment building and wait for your chance. Crouching behind a dumpster, you pay close attention to the shuffling, moaning undead, and when you see your opportunity, you take it!

"Come on!" you whisper urgently as the three of you make it across the street. Some of the zombies see you and raise their arms, moaning loudly. This draws the attention of others, but you manage to make it into the alleyway before any of them can reach you.

"We need to go!" you say, jogging down the alleyway. Your heart is pounding in your chest.

Just before you're about to make it to the opposite end, a single, lone zombie appears, turning his milky-white eyes in your direction. His bloody slacked jaw widens even more as he moans and approaches you.

"Now what?!" Jennifer says.

You consider attacking it, then look around; there is a door to your left, slightly adjar.

>Attack with your pipe
>Attack with your knife
>Have Dylan shoot it
>Go through the door
>Other

>>4024363
>>Go through the door
Stopping to fight now risks the others catching up.

>>4024363
>Go through the door

>>4024363
>knock it down with your pipe then cave its skull in.

>>4024480
>>4024600
we have no idea what could be hiding behind that door, nor if we will have an escape route once we are in there.

>>4024363
>>Other
Give Dylan the knife and double team it with the pipe. We can handle one zombo.

>>4024715
Support

>>4024363
>>4024715
Support.

Rolled 11, 2, 6, 11, 11 + 10 = 51 (5d20 + 10)

>>4024715
>>4024749
>>4024824

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>>4025036

"Dylan, take this!" You hand Dylan the knife from your pocket and take out the pipe as Jennifer cowers behind you both. "Get ready to stab him!"

The zombie moans and shuffles forward. Fear runs through you, as does adrenaline. It is now or never. Life or death. The cold, lifeless, white eyes of the zombie stare into your very soul, promising a painful death of being eaten.

When he gets within range, you lunge forward and swing!

The pipe connects solidly with the zombie's head, creating a low ringing sound and a satisfying vibration. It reminds you of playing softball. Everything happens so fast that it hardly registers for you. The zombie stumbles back, its head turned aside by the blow, and then Dylan is there, stabbing him in the chest with the knife. The zombie goes down with the knife embedded in its chest.

"Come on!" Dylan urges. He is also hyped up on adrenaline. You and he run out into the street, looking for the next path. There are more zombies here, slightly further away, and they immediately take notice; one group of three, and another group of four, both on the street itself. You have precious few seconds to act.

That's when you notice that Jennifer isn't behind you. Looking back the way you came, you see that for whatever reason, be it fear or slowness to act, she is still in the alley you just left. She looks up at you, shaking.

"There!" Dylan shouts, pointing at an alleyway on the opposite side of the street. "Come on!"

The moans of the zombies fill your ears...

>Leave Jennifer behind and go with Dylan
>Go back for Jennifer, tell Dylan to keep going; you'll take the door in the alley
>You and Dylan both go back for Jennifer
>Grab Jennifer and try to get across the street
>Other

>>4025056
>Leave Jennifer behind and go with Dylan

>>4025056
>Go back for Jennifer, tell Dylan to keep going; you'll take the door in the alley

>>4025056
>Go back for Jennifer, tell Dylan to keep going; you'll take the door in the alley

>>4025056
> Command her to follow if she doesn't then leave her, this is a bout survivel either she finds the will to live or she dies.

>>4025056
>Leave Jennifer behind and go with Dylan
Scream at her to snap out of it at least

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>>4025211
>>4025062

>>4025068
>>4025074
Can I get a tie breaker, please?

>>4025191
>>4025225
I mean my vote is leave her with added steps.

>>4025225
Tell her to follow quickly if she doesn't snap out of it leave her behind.

>>4025253
Fair enough, I'll write it

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>>4025062
>>4025211
>>4025191

Knowing that going back for her would mean that the way forward wouldn't be available, you simply shout in the hopes that she will snap out of it. "Jennifer, RUN!"

She hesitates for but a moment before breaking out into a run as fast as she can, hopping over the zombie with the knife in it that is already starting to move. He lunges for her with a hand, but she steps out of his reach.

You and Dylan make it into the alleyway with Jennifer a few steps behind. To your dismay, you discover a fence with a door that is shut. You try to open it, but it is locked, and there is no old rusty lock to break this time.

The three of you look back only briefly to see the several zombies enter the alleyway, shuffling the moaning, dragging their feet as they approach.

"CLIMB!" Dylan shouts, threading his fingers in the chain-link fence and scaling it. You've never been particularly athletic, but this is a matter of life or death. You throw the pipe over and climb the fence in moments, and the top hurts because of the points of the links, but Jennifer isn't having as easy a time as you are.

The zombies reach her just as she gets to the top, grabbing her leg. She screams as one of them pulls at her; you and Dylan reach up and grab her. She flails and loses balance, threatening to fall into the group of undead, but you both manage to yank on her and cause her to fall on you both.

You pick yourself up as the zombies push on the fence, banging on it and shaking it. Thankfully it is firm, but its foundations are starting to come loose from the force of several zombies pushing against it.

"Are you alright?" you ask Jennifer. She is missing a shoe, but she is otherwise unharmed.

"I'm so sorry," she says. "I should've been right behind you, but I..."

"Can we have this conversation somewhere else?" Dylan asks, handing you your pipe. "The police station, maybe?!"

You grab Jennifer's hand and follow Dylan further up the alleyway, where you discover what seems to be a dead end. There is another chain-link fence with a door, this time with the street in sight, but this one has barbed wire over it. You can hear sirens and people on the other side, just out of sight. They must be going to the police station!

There is a door connected to the adjacent building, but when Dylan tries it, it is locked.

"Look!" Jennifer says, pointing up at an open window. It is somewhat high up, enough for someone to climb to if they were boosted. If someone could get inside, perhaps they could open the door from within.

"Who knows how long we have before they get through that fence," Dylan mutters. "We need to keep moving!"

>Attempt to get over the barbed wire
>Try to knock down the locked door leading to the building
>Someone will climb up into the open window
>Call for help from the door
>Other

>>4025321
>Try to knock down the locked door leading to the building

>>4025321
>Someone will climb up into the open window
No need to attract more zombies.

>>4025321
>>Someone will climb up into the open window

It should be us we are probably lighter than dylan, and have more will power than jennifer

>>4025321
>Someone will climb up into the open window

>>4025353
>>4025363
>>4025365

Quick decision:

>Take Dylan's gun, give him the pipe
>Take the pipe and the gun
>Keep your pipe as you go into the building
>Other

>>4025371
>>Keep your pipe as you go into the building

unless we have firearms training that gun isn't going to be that usefull to use.

>>4025371
>Keep your pipe as you go into the building

>>4025371
>Keep your pipe as you go into the building
He's gotta protect Jenny, so he should keep the gun.

Also, question. Would zombies require multiple headshots like in-game?

>>4025371
>Keep your pipe as you go into the building

>>4025371
>>Keep your pipe as you go into the building

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>>4025386
>Also, question. Would zombies require multiple headshots like in-game?
I think so. I subscribe to the "zombies are really hard to kill permanently" school of thought. The brain must be destroyed, so a single bullet might knock out some motor function or send him twitching, but won't put them down for good.
>>4025379
>>4025381
>>4025386
>>4025400
>>4025431

Knowing that you are lighter than Dylan and more capable than Jennifer, you decide to be the one to climb up to the window. "Give me a boost," you say to them both. "I'll unlock the door from the inside and we'll get out of here!"

"Just be careful," Dylan says, preparing to lift you.

"Please don't leave us," Jennifer adds. You promise that you will not, and with their help, you make it up to the window, grunting somewhat as you climb inside.

It is someone's bedroom. The room is dark, and there are scattered clothes and a blanket everywhere. It is a good thing it is an unnusually warm September; that's probably why this person's window was open. You pause to listen, but hear no noise.

'Must be some kind of apartment building,' you think to yourself, holding your pipe in front of you like a bat. 'I need to hurry...'

>Search the room for anything useful
>Head out into the hall and look for the stairs; head straight for the alleyway entrance
>Head out into the hall and search other people's rooms
>Look for the stairs, but find the front doors first, so your exit is confirmed
>Other

>>4025441
>>Head out into the hall and look for the stairs; head straight for the alleyway entrance

We need to regroup asap the longer we wait the greater the chance of the zombies breaking down the fence and forcing Dylan to shoot them which will draw more zombies

>>4025441
>>Look for the stairs, but find the front doors first, so your exit is confirmed

>>4025441
>Head out into the hall and look for the stairs; head straight for the alleyway entrance

>>4025441
>Head out into the hall and look for the stairs; head straight for the alleyway entrance

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>>4025452
>>4025473
>>4025532

Wasting no time, you head out the door and look for the stairs, finding them towards the front of the building. You keep count of how many rooms you pass so you can measure the same distance on the ground level. When you walk down the stairs, you turn and head towards the back entrance, but suddenly stop.

There is a single little girl blocking your path, dressed for bed, her upper half coated in blood. A lone teddy bear is clutched in one hand. The light from the hall seems to reflect in her eyes, and you can see they are bright and white.

"Oh, no," you mutter, taking a step back.

The little girl lifts her head, and the mewl that issues forth is a sound that no little girl should make, chilling and hollow. She begins walking towards you.

"I'm so sorry," you reply, raising the pipe and moving up to her.

Rolled 9, 18, 10, 7, 3 + 20 = 67 (5d20 + 20)

>>4025554
Attack:
Size Bonus +20

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>>4025559

With a single crack, you knock the little girl to the floor, her head twisted to the right as she twitches. You don't stop to look at her as you find the back entrance in the maintenance hall with the manager's office, laundry room and supply closet. You open it, seeing Dylan and Jennifer there. "Come on!" you urge them, and together you three make it inside and close the door behind you.

You warn them of the little girl and run to the front entrance. Peering from the window, you can see the wide street in front of it, and just a few buildings down is the Raccoon City Police Station. You smile as you realize that you're almost to safety.

"Let's go," Dylan says, looking up and down the street. "It looks like there aren't many of those things around, and I see people near the entrance."

The three of you push open the doors to the apartment building and run. You hold Jennifer's hand as you follow Dylan, weaving between abandonned and crashed cars. Finally, you make it to the police barricade, where an officer sees you and points a gun at you. When he gets a good look, however, he raises his weapon and tells you to get inside.

You join a throng of people making their way through the large gate in front of the police station and into its incredibly spacious interior. The entry hall is positively impressive; you've heard of it, but have never seen it before. There is a large white statue near the center and the ceiling is very high up, perhaps three stories or so.

The entry hall is crowded with people. Shouting, screaming, crying, panicking, all manner of emotions can be found among the people; it is a true crisis in every sense of the word. As the police officers inside try to keep everyone calm, you three are eventually taken to a corner and told to wait with a group of others.

Dylan keeps his gun hidden, just in case. You and he make brief eye contact as he pats his left pocket, telling you where it is. Sitting alongside you, Jennifer shivers in fright, but at least you finally made it to the station.

>Look for an officer to ask questions
>Speak with Dylan and Jennifer
>Ask other refugees about what is happening
>Try and get to a phone
>Other

>>4025575
>Look for an officer to ask questions

>>4025575
>Look for an officer to ask questions

>>4025575
>Look for an officer to ask questions
Where are the reinforcements?

>>4025575
>>Look for an officer to ask questions
Have the started screeening people for signs of infection?

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>>4025581
>>4025587
>>4025588
>>4025593

You tell Jennifer and Dylan that you will be right back and go to find a police officer. There is a lieutenant at the main desk near the entrance, which is also staffed by three other officers who are attempting to answer questions and calm people down.

"Excuse me, sir?"

The tall, dark-skinned man turns to look at her. "I'm very sorry miss, but I cannot help you right now."

"I just want to know what's going to happen to us," you say.

The man is conflicted; there is a lot going on, and he doesn't have many answers. He sighs and explains, "We're trying to evacuate civilians. We have armored vehicles that will be departing soon. The city is dangerous, and we're trying to secure routes, but phones are down and it's chaos out there. What we need is for people right now to remain calm and trust that we are doing everything we can to get you to a safer location outside of the city."

You nod. "Thank you, sir." You are about to turn away when you see a man with a large wound on his shoulder getting violent with one of the officers, grabbing at him and demanding medical attention. You back up as the lieutenant orders two officers to take the man away as he struggles.

"You aren't screening for infection?" she asks the officer.

"We don't have the manpower or the capability," he says. "We don't even know what causes this."

"Those things eat their victims. It must be spread by bites... like a virus, or something."

"We've had reports of people turning without being bitten," he confides in her. He leans in close and says, "Don't start a panic, but it could be airborn or maybe in the water. There's just no way an entire city goes to hell without something like that being responsible." Another officer gets his attention.

"Marvin! The team on Main Street is good to go," the other officer says.

Marvin nods as the officer walks off to attend to other matters. "What's that about?" you ask.

"Police business," Marvin assures her. "Please go back with the others. We're working on getting a way clear out of the city, like I said."

You walk by a woman holding a crying baby; you can't help but notice a red bandage around her hand. Your stomach turns as you think about what the lieutenant said; if it is a virus in the air or water, could you already be infected yourself? That man in the restaurant seemed alright when he entered and ordered his meal, and then he turned and attacked Large Tony... will that happen to you, too?

>Attempt to help out the medics
>Return to Dylan and Jennifer
>Attempt to explore the police station
>There are already infected in here; we should get out
>Other

>>4025687
>Return to Dylan and Jennifer

>>4025687
>Return to Dylan and Jennifer

>>4025687
>Return to Dylan and Jennifer
But keep an eye on the bitten lady.

>>4025687
>Return to Dylan and Jennifer
We should also decide on a exit strategy if things got to shit in here

>>4025687
>>Attempt to help out the medics, by looking for the bitten

>>4025687
>Return to Dylan and Jennifer

>>4025719
It'll be When. The RPD is the first third to half of RE2.

>>4025687
>Return to Dylan and Jennifer
>Keep an eye out for bitten people

>>4025778
>It'll be When.

Yeah, you're right. But I'm also wondering how much the QM will be sticking to canon.

>>4025808
I mean, there are already zombies here. Even *without* sticking to RE2/3 Canon, things can still go to hell in a handbasket.

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>>4025692
>>4025697
>>4025702
>>4025719
>>4025752
>>4025778

As you return to Dylan and Jennifer, you note that there are several injured people in the throng of civilians in the police station's main hall. Some could have been injured in a number of ways, but others are clearly nursing bite wounds, or trying to hide them and act like nothing is wrong. Your brow furrows in concern as you sit next to Jennifer, who reaches for your hand and holds it.

Some people nearby are talking. "I'm telling you, it's the government. I heard someone else say that they're surrounding the town."

Another responds, "That's just relief operations! They're trying to keep this from spreading!"

A third cries out, "It's the end of the world! Hell is here, and God is punishing us for our sins!"

You try to shut them out and focus on what you know. Your knowledge of biology tells you that everything you've seen should be impossible, but here you are dealing with it. Deciding that the science of how it is happening doesn't matter nearly as much as surviving it in the first place, you study the room for exits. There are a number of doors in this hall, which are being used by the police officers frequently. Someone exiting one of them catches your eye because of his bright yellow vest.

He makes for the entrance of the main hall, and pauses to speak with Marvin, the lieutenant you spoke with earlier. You notice on his white sleeve a logo you've seen before: the S.T.A.R.S. arm of the police department. You've read about them; they were in the news recently for something, but you can't remember what, but you do know that they are supposed to be some kind of super-cops.

"Hey, see him?" you say to Dylan, pointing at the yellow-vest-wearing man. "He's with S.T.A.R.S.! They must be here to rescue us!"

"Looks like he's about to leave," Dylan says.

>We should follow him.
>Stay here for now.
>Run up to him and ask him questions.
>Other

>>4025827
>Stay here for now.
>Look around for some more knives or something, the one you lost was really useful in keeping that zombie off of you.

>>4025827
>We should follow him.

>>4025842
support, once we have that claim space and force others to stay away.

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I must now go to bed, but we'll be resuming tomorrow

>>4025876
Night QM

>>4025827
>Other
Ask if we can get some supplies, we have some training and we can start treating people or at least screening them a little if we have the help of a few officers and some supplies.

>>4025842
>knife being useful

You sure this is a Resident Evil quest?

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>>4025842
>>4025857

While your eyes follow the man in the yellow vest, a fight breaks out between two of the men who were arguing earlier. The religious one and the anti-government man are at each other's throats, and soon enough a punch is thrown. They fall down in front of you and Jennifer holds onto your arm, cowering as one of them gets on top of the other and beats him.

A police officer rushes over and grabs the man's arm from behind, twisting it. You see a knife fall from his shirt and land on the ground as he struggles. Two other cops, a man and a woman, arrive to help the first as the man shouts about his rights.

Quickly, you reach over and grab the knife. It is a combat knife, one that feels almost too big for your hand, so you tuck it safely under your apron.

An officer standing on the front desk with a megaphone begins to address the crowd. "Attention everyone: we are going to start ferrying people out of the police station in armored vehicles. A safe route has been established to the city limits. Please, follow the officers to the east wing of the police station in an orderly fashion, and they will direct you to the parking garage beneath the building. Please remain calm while you exit the building."

People start to stand up and begin crowding near the eastern doors of the main hall. You and your companions were in the western corner, which puts you on the fringe of the group.

You catch a brief glimpse of a little girl in the crowd, who stands out due to her school uniform, which is bright white and blue. She is blonde, with a red hairband, and a golden locket hangs around her neck. She looks terribly frightened and is searching the crowd for someone.

But, before you can do anything, a group of people move in front of you to join the mass heading to the parking garage. When you look back, the little girl is gone.

>Go with the group to the parking garage
>Look for the little girl
>Try to find the man in yellow vest
>Wait in the main hall for a while longer
>Other

>>4026500
>Look for the little girl
We should move thru sewage if we have opportunity should be safest option

>>4026500
>Look for the little girl
Get everyone to stay together!

>>4026500
>>Go with the group to the parking garage

the kids parents probably found them.

>>4026500
>Go with the group to the parking garage

>>4026500
>Try to find the man in yellow vest
Going for the wild card

>>4026500
>>Look for the little girl

bring our group too

>>4026500
>Go with the group to the parking garage

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>>4026511
>>4026520
>>4026525
>>4026535
>>4026563
>>4026585

You stop moving and look around, trying to spy the little girl. As people move past you, Dylan turns back and notices. "What's wrong?" he asks.

"I saw a little girl all alone... it looked like she was trying to find someone."

"I don't see anyone," Dylan says. "We need to keep going."

"Just wait," you insist, breaking away from Jennifer and Dylan and heading towards the front desk. There is a blonde policewoman there, trying to keep things organized, who notes your approach. "Excuse me, but I just saw a little girl in here who was all alone. I can't find her now."

"I saw her earlier as well," the policewoman, whose nameplate reads Phillips, replies. "Do you know her?"

"No, I don't, but I--"

Suddenly, the station rocks with a strange earthquake-like vibration. Lights flicker briefly and a loud sound is head, but even this is enough to make people scream and threaten to panic. You crouch near the front desk, waiting for the lights to stop flickering, which they do in a moment.

"What was that?" one of the officers asks Marvin.

"Must be the team on Main Street," he replies in a low tone, meant only for the other officer's ears but you hear it as well.

The policewoman looks over at you as you straighten. "I'm sorry, but we need people to evacuate. Please proceed to the parking garage and... just try to stay calm. Everything will be alright."

You nod and rejoin the others. Because of your delay, you three are now at the back of the group that makes its way through the east hall, down the stairs into the basement and to the parking garage. People are packing into here as the police keep them behind a line and sort them into several armored vans. A policeman with orange lights guides them to the parking garage exit ramp.

It quickly becomes apparent, that even though several dozen people are able to leave, there aren't enough vans for everyone. The police try to keep everyone calm by explaining that more are on the way, but then somebody screams and says, "THEY'RE COMING!"

You look and see that the exit ramp to the garage that leads to the street now has zombies shuffling down it, perhaps drawn by the noise of the people. Two police officers posted at the exit open fire with their pistols, but their bullets seem to do nothing. "DROP THE FENCE!" one of them shouts, and the other slides a card across the console, causing the metal fence to drop.

If the vans caused people to worry, the gunshots, zombies and the cutting off of their perceived escape route incites them to riot. A man shoves you to the side as he tries to climb over the police line to make it to a car; he is shot by a nervous officer. All hell breaks loose from there as people scramble and the cops try to maintain order. Dylan and Jennifer manage to pick you up and get you near a wall.

>Stay in the parking garage
>Go elsewhere in the basement
>Return to the Main Hall
>Try to leave the police station
>Other

>>4026678
>Return to the Main Hall

>>4026678
>Return to the Main Hall
Yeah out here it's just raining zombies. No point in sticking around to be bitten or trampled.

https://discord.gg/JUvqddG

>>4026720
This ain't affiliated with me.

Resuming after I get back from work.

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Just a test post to see if I am banned for some reason.

>>4026678
>Return to the Main Hall

>>4026678
>Return to the Main Hall

>>4026678
>Other
Ask the police to arm us so we can help!

>>4026678
>>Return to the Main Hall

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>>4026707
>>4026717
>>4026777
>>4026790
>>4027008

You, Dylan and Jennifer make your way to the main hall, as most of the other civilians do. The few that are rioting are being dealt with by the police. Once you are in the main hall again, you return to your spot in the southwest corner, worrying about what will happen next.

Jennifer, her hopes of escape dashed by the zombies cutting off the vans as a means to do so, sobs quietly on your shoulder. "I'm going to die. I can't, there's so much I didn't get to do!"

Dylan sits with a blank expression, staring off into space. "I wasted my entire adult life," he mutters. "I didn't accomplish a single thing worth a damn..."

You try to soothe over Jennifer as you wrap an arm around her. "It'll be alright," you say to yourself as much as you do to her. "We can't give up hope... there must be another way out of here."

"Helicopter, maybe," Dylan suggests. "I saw a bunch flying over the city. Some of them looked military, like a chinook or something, you know? I wonder how high up this goes. Like, if the government knows what's really going on in here. Where's the army to fight these things?"

Jennifer continues to cry. "I'm so sorry, Daisy," she says over and over again. "I'm so sorry..."

You look down at her. "Why? You were never mean to me or did anything wrong."

It seems she's trying to come clean, perhaps lighten the load of her perceived sins before accepting death. "I've been a bad person. I never call my parents and I fought with my brother over stupid things and never helped him when he was in debt or needed a place to stay, and I never donated to charity like my grandmother wanted me to, and, and..."

You run a hand down her hair. "Sounds like you could've been a lot worse of a person if those are the worst things you did."

"...and I stole money from the cash register, and I blamed it on you!"

"What?"

"Tony didn't believe me though," she says softly. "He thought it was the janitor."

"That's why Micky got fired and I had to mop up?" You actually manage to laugh at that. "That's not so bad."

"Do you, do you forgive me?" she whimpers.

"Of course. We kind of have bigger problems to deal with now."

She sniffles and looks up at you. "How are you so strong?"

Dylan cocks a brow. "Yeah, you know, you are pretty remarkably calm given what we've been through, for a girl I mean."

You're about to snap at that last bit, but you swallow it and think. "I don't... really know. I've never been through anything like this. I had a few moments where I froze, but..." Your voice trails off and you shake your head. "It's so weird. I felt like I was living in the clouds before all of this. And then suddenly Tony gets his neck bitten into and I just, I don't know, a switch flipped and I knew I had to get out."

Jennifer sniffles and buries her face in your shoulder again. "Thank you so much for not leaving me behind, Daisy. I... I don't want to die."

>>4027066

Dylan is silent. He's clearly thinking a few things over. You wonder if he's contemplating suicide again.

>Speak to them some more
>Sit and wait for something to happen
>Talk to Officer Marvin, the lieutenant
>Talk to Officer Phillips, the blonde woman
>Other

>>4027071
>Talk to Officer Phillips, the blonde woman
Ask about the girl

>>4027083
Support
>>4027066

>>4027071
>Talk to Officer Phillips, the blonde woman
Ask what the deal is with orders and the chain of command?

Who s incharge and who's under the person in charge and etc.

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>>4027083
>>4027115
>>4027131

You tell them that you are going to go talk to the officers again, and leave them in the corner with a few other refugees. You approach Officer Phillips, the blonde woman you spoke with earlier. "Excuse me, ma'am?" you get her attention. "Did you happen to see that little girl? I couldn't see if she got on one of the armored vans."

"No, I didn't," she replies. "It's possible she may have gotten on one of them... I'll go ask some of the other officers."

You wait by the front desk while she leaves to do that. While you wait, you can't help but notice several people who look rather pale, sweaty and weary. You chew on your nails, not wanting to start a panic, but you know that these people could very well either be dying of blood loss or, at the worst, they're infected... There are medics here, and areas of the main hall where the wounded are being actively treated, but you don't think they'll do too well.

A few moments later, Officer Phillips returns. "I asked around, but nobody has seen her. It's possible she may have wandered off somewhere else in the police station, but..."

"Could I go look for her?"

"I don't think my superiors will allow a civilian to roam the halls at this time," she replies with an apologetic frown.

"Why not?"

"Well, the police chief is very strict on those sorts of things," she explains. "Trust me, he's very intense and you don't want to get on his bad side." She looks over at the nearest other officer and then leans in close to whisper. "Don't spread rumors, but he's giving strange orders."

"Strange? How?"

"Well... he ordered the backup generators be drained of their fuel, in case we needed it for something else. Then, he had all the spare wood in the station consolidated in one area, but it's upstairs in one of the old art storage areas. He's sending officers out into the city to set up roadblocks and checkpoints in areas that don't seem to make sense, like it's all random."

Your brow furrows. "Why is he doing all of that?"

"I don't know, but we're stretched completely thin." She realizes that she probably shouldn't be giving this kind of information to a civilian and stiffles her next few words. "I'm sorry. We're doing the best we can to figure out a new solution to evacuating. Please, stand by until we get further information."

>Ask her to please let you look for the little girl; you won't disturb anyone
>Make it look like you are about to return, but then sneak off to look for the little girl
>Return to your companions and explain to them that you are going to look for the little girl
>Return to your companions and sit and wait
>Other

>>4027215

>This is a matter of survival, we have to conspire to kill the chief, so that we can consolidate police resources. have Dylon keep an eye on the people who are going to turn, tell him that when one does he needs to put that gun of his to good use. Find the back cop and confront him about the chief, we have to make him see that what the chief is doing is suspicious as hell and if nothing else shows that he isn't in a sound state of mind. someone needs to take control before its too late.

>>4027215
>Return to your companions and explain to them that you are going to look for the little girl

Maybe they know something, and the chief is porbably dealing with the riot in the parking garage.

>>4027276
Nah, just from what what the blondie said I think he has lost it.

>>4027215
>Return to your companions and explain to them that you are going to look for the little girl

>>4027215
>Return to your companions and explain to them that you are going to look for the little girl

It would be OOC to just go try and murder Irons right now. Instead, we should go try and find Sherry and also useful supplies.

>>4027299
This.

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>>4027276
>>4027295
>>4027299
>>4027307

You thank Officer Phillips for her assistance and then return to your companions. You bring them in closely and whisper, "I'm going to go look for the little girl I saw earlier."

"No, please don't go!" Jennifer says.

Dylan, however, is more supportive. "Go ahead. I'll watch Jennifer."

"Keep an eye on the others as well..." you warn him. "I saw someone turn in the diner we worked in."

He nods, keeping a hand over the gun in his pocket.

You kneel down alongside Jennifer and give her a supportive hug. "I'll be fine," you promise her, and stand up and look around. There are two entrances leading to the west, and an eastern hallway which you have been through on your way to the basement. There is also a second floor, but you don't know how to get there.

What to do?

>Go east, to the eastern hallway
>Go west, through the reception doors
>Go west, through the office doors
>Leave through the front door and make your way around the building
>Other
>

>>4027350
>Go west, through the reception doors
Sneaking in the zombie apocalypse

>>4027350
>Go west, through the reception doors

>>4027350
>Go west, through the office doors

>>4027350
>>Go west, through the reception doors

>>4027350
>>>Go west, through the reception doors

Rolled 12, 8, 15, 16, 10 + 20 = 81 (5d20 + 20)

>>4027391
>>4027406
>>4027422
>>4027440

Sneaking Attempt:
Small Size: +10
Light Inventory: +10

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>>4027444

You slip in through the reception doors. There are several people here, arguing with an officer on the other side of the desk, trying to file reports. Thanks to your height and unassuming appearnace, you are able to elude any attention as you make it into the west hallway.

The lighting is dim, and many windows line it. You gaze out to see a large fire in the street further west. Stepping gingerly, you hear voices from up ahead and quickly hide in an alcove in the wall.

"Andy's really messed up, man," comes the voice of one of the officers. "He's covered in those bite wounds..."

"Let's put these here," another says. You stick your head out briefly to see that they are putting handgun bullets behind a pile of boxes.

"Why's the chief making us do all this? Taking all the weapons and ammo out of the lockers and putting them all over the station?"

"Apparently he said that it'll make defending each area easier if there is equipment in it," the other replies. "Come on, we gotta keep moving. Those things are starting to make it into the station. I heard someone got eaten down near the morgue before they put the thing down."

"Christ. We've still got people in here..." The two officers leave through the nortern door.

>Return to the Main Hall
>Follow them
>Take the handgun bullets
>Search the area
>Other

>>4027450
>Take a mental note of the bullets location for later, then follow them.
While Dylan has his handgun, we have a pipe and a knife.

>>4027450
Seconding >>4027459

>>4027450
>Follow them
Find out where they are putting the weapons

Is that why there was ammo and weird stuff hidden all over raccoon city?

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>>4027489
>Is that why there was ammo and weird stuff hidden all over raccoon city?
At least in the police station, yes.
>>4027459
>>4027474
>>4027489

Stepping over a pool of blood, you follow them into the corridor beyond. Looking through, you can see a few officers hastily working to board up the windows, nailing them down with whatever materials can be found.

"Hey, we need to get more from upstairs, we need all hands!" someone from further up calls down from the opposite end of the corridor. The officers abandon their half-finished work and move quickly.

This gives you the opportunity to slip into the corridor. You pass by a set of doors with a lot of noise on the other side. Peeking through, you see that it is some kind of operations room, a conference area where several officers are going over information and evacuation plans.

"Communications are all but dead," one of them says. "Fires all over the city, zombies everywhere. We still get occasional faxes, and the radio still works, but the phone lines are down."

"We've got a report of a mob at least a thousand strong at the football stadium," another officer relays, looking at a piece of paper. "Refugee masses at the hospital, university, here of course..."

Someone sticks their head out of another room in the back. "I just got word from upstairs that someone called in reporting giant bugs in the subway."

"Apparently the zoo is overrun and the animals are loose and eating people... zombie animals, too?"

"You should see the dogs downstairs in the kennel," one of them says in horror.

Closing the doors, you continue on to a stairwell, and you hear people bringing wood down the stairs. Unsure of where to go, you duck into a room at the end of the hall, discovering it to be empty. It is a photography room, with a darkroom connected to it. There are a few lockers, a table with a typewriter, a large box, some shelves and miscellaneous things scattered around.

>Wait, and then go upstairs
>Search this room for anything useful
>Use the Typewriter
>Wait here for a while
>Other

>>4027508
>Search this room for anything useful
>Use the Typewriter
Save slot 1
Daisy Dixon
2h 7mins 43s

>>4027508
>Use the Typewriter
A note to whoever finds it.

>>4027517
support

>>4027517
>>4027508
Support and LOL

>>4027508
Well fuck, okay. Supporting >>4027517

Then
>Wait, and then go upstairs

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>>4027517
>>4027518
>>4027520
>>4027521
>>4027526

Sitting down at the desk, you decide to see if the typewriter still works. It has an ink ribbon nearby.

You remember learning how to use one of these from your father. He never bought into expanding technology, and preferred older things. 'If you can't learn how to do things the hard way, you don't deserve to have things done the easy way,' was his motto.

>To whoever finds this,

>My name is Daisy Dixon. Today is September 24th, 1998, my birthday. The city is under attack by zombies. Happy birthday to me.

>I have been studying to be a biologist at Raccoon University. I worked at a diner as a cook. Today I was going to have a party with my friends, but they might all be dead now.

>We are held up in the police station. Things don't look good. It is me, Jennifer and Dylan, and lots of other refugees. Many people are hurt. I saw someone turn into a zombie at the diner I work in. I believe it is transmitted through biting. The virus may be airborne or waterborne as well. I haven't had a chance to study it, but I've seen its effects: complete loss of humanity with an insatiable hunger. They swarm, are attracted to noise, and can break through barricades.

>If I don't survive, I hope someone finds this. My parents live in the suburbs. I hope they're okay. If this finds them, I love you both and thank you for raising me.

You finish up your note and fold it neatly into your pocket.

Suddenly, you hear someone entering the room! They fumble with the door for a moment, giving you a chance to hide. You quickly move under the desk and hold your breath.

A heavyset man enters the room, breathing heavily. He mutters under his breath and moves into the darkroom. You hear him shredding things and starting a lighter.

"Damn them," you hear him mutter. "Think they can do this to me? Umbrella, that bastard Birkin. Never should've..." He returns to mumbling and you cannot discern the rest.

>Wait for him to leave
>Attempt to sneak out
>Confront him
>Other

>>4027548
>Wait for him to leave

>>4027548
>>4027550
Support
Fuck it's Irons
At least we have a knife

>>4027548
>Wait for him to leave

>>4027548
>Wait for him to leave

>>4027548
>>Wait for him to leave
This is the evidence we need to get the cops to turn on him and rally the city PD

>>4027548
>Wait for him to leave
Fuuuuck the Note

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>>4027550
>>4027558
>>4027562
>>4027562
>>4027573
>>4027580

You continue to hold your breath. After a minute or two, the man leaves the room, his heavy footsteps and looming figure filling you with dread. He slams the door behind him. "You two!" he shouts on the other side. "Get to the east hall and stand guard at the basement stairs. Shoot any civie that tries to use them, they're infected. And get me Branagh."

Your eyes widen. 'The man's crazy. We're not all infected...'

After he is gone, you look in the darkroom and find that he was tearing up memos, bank statements, photos and more. There's nothing usable here; if there was something incriminating in all of this, he got rid of it.

You poke your head into the corridor, and look up the stairs. You consider where to go next.

>Upstairs.
>Sneak your way back to the main hall.
>Go through the evidence room.
>Search this room for anything.
>Other

>>4027585
>Upstairs.

>>4027585
>> find that lieutenant that we meet when we arrived at the station, he needs to know that the chief is a traitor working for the umbrella corp

>>4027585
>Sneak your way back to the main hall.
We need to talk with the Officer Phillips

>>4027599
support

>>4027599
>>4027597
>>4027585
Either of these, we need to get our asses back to the main hall and warn people about We-Don't-Know-It's-Irons-Yet

>>4027597
>>4027599
Get both of them together and tell both.

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>>4027597
>>4027599
>>4027600
>>4027604

Deciding that you need to talk to someone about this, you head back towards the west corridor. You suddenly freeze when you hear gunshots from somewhere in the station. When you do, an officer leaves the evidence room and sees you. "Hey! You can't be back here!" he approaches you, grabs you by the arm and leads you into the evidence room.

"Please, listen to me, I just heard--"

"Quiet," he orders. You are taken though the evidence room, which has many locked shelves and storage lockers, into an office room. Officers are scrambling around, and most are too busy to notice you being dragged through past the desks.

You spy signs of a party that was in progress at some point, or perhaps hadn't been thrown yet; you see a banner hanging from the ceiling that reads, "WELCOME LEON"

The west office has a door leading to the main hall. The officer takes you here, but when you arrive, you see that there is some kind of incident. Some of the patients are attacking the officers, having turned. You wince and cover your ears as gunshots ring out, echoing in the spacious hall. Other refugees are screaming and panicking.

"GET THESE THINGS CONTAINED!" one officer shouts as they try and hold one down, even as it snaps at him. More gunshots are heard as they attempt to put down the monsters. One of the officers is bitten, a chunk of his cheek torn off.

The officer who brought you here has lost interest in you, and goes to help his comrades with the undead in the northern corner. 'This place is going to get worse and worse,' you realize. 'If the undead out there don't kill us, the ones inside will...'

>Return to Jennifer and Dylan
>Find Officer Phillips
>Search for Marvin, the Lieutenant
>Help note who is infected
>Other

>>4027653
>Find Officer Phillips
We need to *find people* and tell them what the hell is happening

>>4027653
>Return to Jennifer and Dylan
>Find Officer Phillips
Focus on finding Jennifer and Dylan, they´re priotiy

>>4027653
>Return to Jennifer and Dylan
>>Search for Marvin, the Lieutenant

>>4027653
>Return to Jennifer and Dylan
>Search for Marvin, the Lieutenant

Damn, didn't think we'd learn about Iron's bullshit so early.

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>>4027663
>>4027664
>>4027672
>>4027705

Rushing over to Dylan and Jennifer, who are staying well away from the fighting in the opposite end of the hall, you tell them to stand up and come with you. They are confused, but follow as you seek out Officer Phillips, since Marvin is nowhere to be seen. She's still near the front desk, but is alone, as the other two officers that were with her previously are now helping the others near the back of the room.

"I think there's something more to all of this," you say to her, surprising her.

"What?"

"The chief, is he a big guy? Like, fat?"

"Yeah, he's round," she says, still puzzled by your words.

"I saw him burning evidence in the photo room," you explain. "He mentioned Umbrella."

"I... don't understand," she says, at a loss.

"Why is he giving all these strange orders? He's not mentally well."

"He's the chief, we--" Another gunshot makes her stammer and a few people scream. "This hall isn't safe at the moment. The reception room might be safer..."

"He was burning bank statements! He's covering something up!"

Officer Phillips continues to try to maintain control, but soon enough another fight breaks out. "I'm not infected, damnit!" someone shouts.

"Stay the hell away from me!" the man punching the other says. Phillips goes to try and break it up.

Dylan gently takes you by the arm and you return to your corner. "What's all that about?"

"There's too much going on for the cops to deal with," you say. "They're being given crazy orders and are being sent off to do crazy things." You look around and lean in close to them. "I have a professor at Raccoon University, Dr. Jenkins. He's leagues ahead of me in the field, but he told me once that Umbrella is researching all kinds of viruses and things. He wouldn't tell me what, but he said they have something dangerous on hand. I just figured it was some new strain of anthrax or something... this is something much, much worse."

"I don't understand, what does any of this have to do with what's going on?" Dylan asks.

"I heard the chief mention Umbrella, and them doing something. Think about it: they're the biggest company in town, right? Who else could have made a zombie virus? They did something, and the police chief just got rid of evidence linking him to them, I know it!"

"B-but what does that mean for us?" Jennifer asks.

"I... don't know," you reply. "The cops are still obeying his orders. We need to find evidence and prove that he's a traitor or something..."

"This all sounds insanely conspiratorial," Dylan says. "But... then again, there are actual zombies everywhere, so conspiracy sounds about as possible as telling me that there's no more room left in hell and the dead are rising from their graves."

>Wait in the main hall until things calm down
>Start sneaking around again
>Tell Dylan about the cops being ordered to leave weapons and ammo all over
>Try to talk to Officer Phillips again and convince her to help you
>Other

>>4027734
>>Tell Dylan about the cops being ordered to leave weapons and ammo all over

>>Start sneaking around again

we need that proof

>>4027734
>Tell Dylan
>Talk to Officer Phillips again- or Marvin, he seemed reasonable

>>4027734
>>Tell Dylan

>>4027734
>Tell Dylan about the cops being ordered to leave weapons and ammo all over

>>4027734
Seconding >>4027756

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>>4027756
>>4027759
>>4027781
>>4027792
>>4027810

"One of the orders the police chief gave was to spread weapons and ammo all over the police station," you explain to Dylan.

"That's nuts. If they lost a room to zombies, they'd lose any supplies in it."

"Right? But it means that we might be able to find some. I'm going to try to find evidence about what's really going on."

"No, wait, Daisy!" Jennifer pleads. "It's dangerous! What if someone finds you? Maybe they'll think you're one of those... people... who are turning, and you'll get shot!"

"I'll be alright," you assure her. "Just stay here with Dylan, and stay away from anyone who looks infected or is wounded. I'll be back soon."

And with that, you're off sneaking again.

>Make your way back to the photo room
>Head east, towards the basement entrance
>Leave and explore the exterior of the building
>Try to sneak throug the west office
>Other

>>4027880
>>Make your way back to the photo room

maybe something will have survived the burning

>>4027880
>Make your way back to the photo room

>>4027880

>Make your way back to the photo room

definitely

>>4027880
>>>Make your way back to the photo room

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I must now go to bed. We'll resume tomorrow.
How are you liking it so far?

>>4027932
I love it. Thanks for running.

>>4027932
It's neat, I'm waiting for us to get to more of a problem solving survival stage. Killing zombies ain't exactly the most fun part of RE it's surviving and figuring out how to proceed. So I assume it'll be the same in an RE quest.

>>4027880
>Make your way back to the photo room

>>4027932
very Well, I think this is a uniqe enough quest that it can have longevitiy.

>>4027959
I'd definitely like there to be, certainly.

>>4027932
It's fun so far

>>4028259
This is now how I see out character, a bit less pin up-y though. Strong work.

>>4027880
>Other
Steal police uniform?

>>4028259
>>4028304
But we're the chef, not the waitress
Jennifer is the waitress

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>>4028259
Oh neat, it's Cindy. We might run into her or some of the other Outbreak survivors, who knows
>>4027887
>>4027891
>>4027915
>>4027930
>>4027963

Knowing that most of the officers are too distracted dealing with the wounded, infected or boarding things up, you are easily able to make it back to the photo room. As you pass by the You check the burnt evidence again, only to discover that there is nothing usuable in it. You look around at various photos that were left here to develop, but there is nothing interesting. The shelves are mostly full of photo chemicals, none of which you have any experience with. Upon opening up a cabinet, however, you find some handgun bullets. "They really are stuffing these everywhere," you think aloud.

One of the lockers is locked, and there isn't much you can do about it without the key. Having exhaustingly searched this room, it seems there is no evidence here. "I'll have to look elsewhere," you think. On the way here, you noticed a room labeled "Records" but it was locked. You remember the evidence room nearby, and the staircase. The evidence room could be tricky, as it is connected to the office that is being used by the cops, and if they wanted to go upstairs, they'd come through the evidence room to do so. There might be something upstairs as well, perhaps the chief's office or something. It could be dangerous anywhere you go...

>Go upstairs
>Go to the evidence room
>Return to the main hall
>Sneak into the office and try to avoid notice
>Other

>>4028552
>Other
Loot everything.

How big is our inventory?

Lets get a duffle bag and a backpack.

Or a disguise and a weapon. Then go to another room

>>4028552
>>Go to the evidence room
It just makes sense. In his fury, he might have left something behind.

>>4028552
>>4028579

>Go to the evidence room

I agree, there's gotta be somthing there, even if we risk discovery.

>>4028624
Shit. I commited the sin of namefaggotry

>>4028558
>How big is our inventory?
Eight slots

>>4028552
>Go upstairs

>>4028696
But..... we can stack like 99 units of lets say herbs or bullets in a single slot right?

Imagine..... having 99 pistols to arm everyone with, and 99 can of beers.

>>4028729
most RE games let you stack hundreds of bullets in the same slot. other items not so much tho

>>4028734
But this is OLD skool inventory style.....

>>4028696
And even then, I'm being perhaps too generous; classic RE had only six slots until we get a side pack or backpack or something
I'll probably go with that

>>4028741
eh Jill got 8 slots in 3. Just say Daisy is wearing cargo pants today. like really good cargo pants

>>4028754
Damn, those are some mean cargo pants.

>>4028552
>Go to the evidence room

>>4028741
Daisy is a cook so she must be wearing an apron!

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>>4028579
>>4028624
>>4028764

'The evidence room must have something,' you think to yourself. 'It's called the evidence room!'

Knowing that the officers might be able to just walk into the room, you decide to risk it and quickly sneak over to it. Once more you see all of the cabinets, lockers and drawers, some of which have lights on them which are active. Some, however, are open, likely due to the officers having unlocked many of them to get pieces of evidence to be used as means of defense, like weapons, ammunition and such.

You work fast, opening any drawers and cabinets that you can, searching for anything that looks potentially useful. Your mind is ablaze with possibilities; what will you do if you discover proof that the police chief is working with Umbrella? That Umbrella is behind this chaos and the zombies? They're one of the biggest pharmaceutical corporations in the world. You're no journalist or hero, and yet you are compelled to seek out the answers to the mystery you've stumbled upon.

What if you are able to find evidence, and get it out into the world?

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>4028856

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>>4028857

You discovered handgun bullets (×15).

Do you search again, risking discovery?

>>4028862
Yes

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>4028863

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>>4028883

Opening one cabinet, you discover a roll of film. 'Ah-hah!' Hoping it contains what you need, you quickly close the cabinet and rush back to the darkroom. You've developed film only once before, when you were doing a collage project with old family photos and had to take a new one, so you have some experience with it. Even better, someone wrote a reminder of the steps on a sticky note here for others to use.

Carefully, you develop the photo in the red light of the darkroom and eagerly await the results. As you do, you hear noises from outside; a crashing sound, followed by gunshots. You grow increasingly nervous as you realize that the zombies outside might soon threaten to get in, and if you get eaten, what good will have all this evidence gathering been?

The photo soon turns from white to an actual image. You take it out, hang it up to dry and inspect it.

You have to admit, you have no idea what you are looking at. It seems to be some kind of fleshy thing in a tank in a lab. The tank looks big enough to hold a person, which means that this thing in the tank is roughly the size of a person, but it looks more like an arm. No normal arm, however; it ends in large claws, and at the top is what looks like some kind of massive, bloodshot eyeball.

There is writing at the bottom, likely generated by a computer or some kind of special camera. It reads: "Code G Human Body Experiment 9/15 15:24"

"What is this?" you mutter aloud. "Some kind of mutation?" Whatever it is, there's nothing in nature like it. You might not be an award-winning biologist, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that this is some kind of grown appendage, and if the text is anything to go by, it's from human material. "Code G...?"

After letting the photo dry, you secure it in a safe pocket.

>Return to the Main Hall
>Search the Evidence Room for more evidence
>Go upstairs
>Speak to an officer
>Other