Darkest of Winters Adventure Synopsis #7

by Silveressa

“What the hell’s wrong with that girl? She got some kinda death wish or somethin?” –Jessy Hannaford, commenting on Heather’s daring acrobatics.”

“I think she’s trying to avoid the stench of your cigars uncle.” –Tommy Booths, repulsed by the smell of his uncles’ sewage dipped tobacco products.

The bullet riddled truck continues its barely controlled hurdle down the road, Heather precariously clinging to the top of the vehicle for dear life and Riley swerves around an overturned tanker truck, the stench of sour milk making everyone gag momentarily as they zip past. Behind them they notice only the armored bank truck remains, the last couple remaining bikes having either wrecked under the over pass, or given up pursuit entirely. This moment of relief is short lived however as the bank van lunges forward ramming the pick up forcefully in the rear, Riley frantically struggling to keep control as Renee falls sideways into the passenger seat, gagging on blood and trying to pick herself back up.

Meanwhile up top Heather feels the damp wind rushing about her as she faces back towards the enemy vehicle, the chilled air whipping her blonde hair into a tangled mess around her face and giving a frigid reminder of her lack of suitable attire underneath the short denim skirt. Uttering a steady stream of un-lady like curses she crawls towards the back of the truck, the decaying body of a zombie caught up admits the roof rack and oozing a slick trail of blood to both sides of itself.

Deciding not to risk crawling through the blood Heather tries instead to crawl over the top of the apparently dead zombie, deciding at the last second to spend a moment to administer a coup de grâce  to the zombie’s skull with single round from her revolver, just in case. Barely keeping her grips on the revolver and maggot ridden cadaver Heather chokes back a mouthful of bile and inches her way closer to the tailgate of the automobile, it’s engine coughing in protest as Riley tries to coax yet more speed, hoping to delay the next inevitable ramming attack.

Down Below Jessy (still chewing on his lit cigar) finally manages to reload the .45 pistol he had recently liberated off the now thoroughly bullet ridden gang member, screaming at Riley to “Give her all she’s got!” and tries to shoot out the front tires of the armored van yet again, his shots missing horribly. With a throaty roar of an over revved engine the armored truck plows forward for a second time, impacting firmly with the rear of the vehicle, knocking Jessy sideways and the bloodied body of the dead ganger into the road.

Up above heather, (having carefully crouched in anticipation of the next ramming attack.) Leaps for the roof of the bank van, sprawling across it and nearly over the side, holding on by her finger tips to the metal runners along the top of the van. Back within the heroes pickup Jessy stares in awe at Heathers’ amazing leap, remarking that she must be out of her mind.

Upfront Riley fights a losing battle to keep the vehicle on the road, the cloud of steam from the blown radiator being replaced by a stream of black smoke and the smell of burning oil, the vehicles engine becomes a ragged intermittent rhythm. In the passenger seat Renee manages to pull herself upright, and give a surprised Riley a bloody nod and thumbs up, seeing through her side mirror a pink mow-hawked punk hanging mostly out of the banks side passenger window about to strafe the roof area with his mp5. Both Renee, (briefly leaning out of the trucks passenger window.) and Jessy open fire with their handguns at the ganger, his head and upper torso vanishing in an eruption of blood.

Up top on the bank van Heather hangs on for dear life as the vehicle smashes into the pick up in a third ramming attack, nearly dislodging her from the roof with its severity. Unfortunately for the pickups occupants, Riley fails his driving control roll rather spectacularly, ricocheting off the side of a station wagon to twist onto two wheels over the top of a slick sports car, and roll several times end over end into the muddy ditch at the side of the road, coming to rest upside down.

Quickly the bank van pulls to a stop about a hundred feet past the overturned pick up, and quickly back up to around twenty or so feet behind it’s wreckage. Seconds later the back doors open to disgorge a half dozen leather clad bandits, cheering and running towards the pick up with their weapons drawn, the driver stepping out and leveling a pump action shotgun at the roof of the truck, mystified when no sight of Heather is found. Wasting little time the bandits rush to the vehicle, only to fall back behind the cover of a sedan with two flat tires as Riley unloads a clip of pistol ammo in their general direction, yelling that they’ll have to bleed for this truck’s contents.

Inside the overturned pickup itself Renee painfully pulls herself into a sitting position, reassuring Riley that she’s indeed okay and the blood covering her body in the result of her hitting her face into the dashboard when she was shot in the back. From behind them they can hear the pained moans of Jessy and his nephew intermixed with the panicked whining barks of the surviving dogs. Jamie’s however doesn’t respond to Riley’s repeated calls to her, everyone silently fearing the worst.

From behind the sedans wreckage the group of gangers take a few pot shots at the ruined truck, yelling down insults and vile promises of what fates await the occupants if they don’t quickly surrender. Their revelry is short lived however as Heather, (having dropped off the side of the armored van as soon as it stopped and crawled underneath) unloads with her revolver, placing all six shots into the underside of the disabled sedan, her fourth bullet finding the gas tank and transforming the vehicle into a ball of flame. Finding their cover transformed into a raging inferno, the three surviving gang members crawling to their feet and fleeing the blaze, straight into the waiting gun sights of Jessy, Riley, and Renee.

The immediate aftermath of the battle is a tearful reunion between Heather and Renee, Riley’s medical examination finding Renee’s bullet wound to her back being little more then a horribly painful bruise thanks to the shotgun holster across her back, and it’s small cleaning kit in the attached pouch; which absorbed the brunt of the bullets force. Jamie is found to have been knocked unconscious by the vehicles death spiral, but other then a mild concussion is little the worse for the wear. Jessy and Tommy while bruised and scraped are also still fit to travel, although badly shaken from the crash.

Unfortunately for Heathers animal companions, two of the recently rescued dogs were dead from gunshot wounds, and the pregnant greyhound having a broken leg. (Which Riley binds with a few scraps of wood from the trucks cap.) Heathers’ two German shepherds are in battered condition, but otherwise seem fit for travel, although unwilling to stray far from their master.

After scavenging the dead bodies for supplies (lots of 9mm ammo, some more shotgun shells and a few mp5 .9mm smg’s) the group decides to make use of the newly liberated bank van, deciding it’s the perfect rolling fortress, with enough room to store all their supplies and surviving dogs. After a brief interlude to repack supplies and verify nothing important is left behind, (Riley siphoning a couple nearby vehicles for extra gasoline.) The group proceeds on their journey towards the private airfield, hopeful an airborne route will speed their journey.

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Will the trip to the airfield be uneventful? Will the crash cause unexpected problems with Jamie’s pregnancy? Will the groups new found smg’s prove just as dangerous as their Ak 47′s when wielded on full auto?

Find out in adventure Synopsis #8, Coming Sunday February 6th!

  • http://www.wrathofzombie.wordpress.com wrathofzombie

    Very cool adventure. I’m really curious to see how this plays out once they get to the airport!

  • Silveressa

    That will be in the next installment, coming this Sunday. ;)

  • William Boles

    Hi!
    I’ve been following your game for a few weeks now and I love reading your posts! My only complaint about it is that you’re not my GM, because I would love to play in your gaming group!
    If you ever decide to move to Tampa Florida please let me know!

    Thanx!

    • SIlveressa

      Thanks for the warm praise, if I ever do move from the frozen north down Florida way I’ll be sure to get in touch. :)

      • http://www.wrathofzombie.wordpress.com wrathofzombie

        Lol. Where from the “Frozen North” do you hail from? I’m in NJ.

  • Silveressa

    In the New England area, about a 7-8 hour drive north of you. ;)

    • http://www.wrathofzombie.wordpress.com wrathofzombie

      Oh sure brag that you are getting colder weather than me.. But you know what? I gotcha beat.. I live in the Tri-State armpit! :)

  • William Boles

    I’m quite comfortable here, it’s 75 degrees here and I’m driving my convertible with the top down! Come on down here and play!

  • http://tyciol.livejournal.com Tyciol

    I am happy Renee is okay (I am wondering if you kept the extent of the damage to her between you and that player via passing notes?) and that pregnant greyhound better survive darnit!

  • Silveressa

    Well I mostly described the damage as how it appeared to the Riley, and passed her a somewhat lengthy note describing the impact and blinding pain, and the panicking feel of her mouth filling with blood that threatened to choke her with every breath.

    I tried to play it up to the wire about the seriousness of her injury in the last session leaving her condition a cliff hanger to be resolved in this one, even go so far as to casually remind people to bring along extra blank char sheets for next session “just in case.” (The suspense got everyone at the table next session a good hour ahead of schedule too unexpectedly, not to mention a half dozen e-mails about the game that week. lol)

    Since Renee’s player was one of the first ones to show up that session I was able to take her aside and give her more details on her injuries and how it didn’t seem as bad as she first thought, not that the rest of her companions were aware of it yet.