Monday, July 4, 2011
"Odd." Dr. Hartley commented as they entered the clearing. "I don't recognize this architecture at all. Not quite African is it, Sergent."
Sgt. MacKay raised his rifle as he glared at the strange buildings.
"Who's that lot then?" inquired Pvt. Abel. "Natives?"
THWs ATZ. I had a sneaking suspicion this was going to be a short game when I rolled 2 6s and 2 5s for the starting number of zombies. In a rural area that meant 12 zombies!
3 zombies to the left, 3 zombies to the right and the remaining 6 all bunched up behind!
Adding to the dilemma the soldiers rolled a 6 vs. the zombies' 4. Technically they won the initiative but the Doctor and Sgt. are rep 5 while Abel and Baker are rep 4.
Ragged figures stumbled down the temple steps and into full view. The stench of the dead drifted through the clearing.
"They're not natives no more." growled Sgt. MacKay. "Open fire lads!"
Dr. Hartley shouldered his shotgun and fired. Torn by lead shot two of the advancing creatures fell but, to Dr. Hartley's horror, they continued to move and awkwardly struggled to rise. He heard the two soldiers behind him cry out as their shots missed and the foul corpses seized them.
Sgt. MacKay shot down one of the revanants charging him and braced himself to bayonet the second.
Sgt. MacKay rammed his bayonet full into the body of the vile thing attacking him. Dark ichor dripped from the wound but the creature pressed on, undeterred. It took all the Sergent's strength to keep the wretched thing at bay. Still he was keenly aware of the horrid cries of Abel and Baker as the undead tore and bit their flesh.
Sgt. MacKay fought his opponent to a standstill but Abel and Baker were taken out of the fight.
The shots attracted only 3 more zombies and the soldiers beat the zombies 3 to 1 for initiative.
No time to reload, Dr. Hartley drew his service revolver. The two he had shot down before were still struggling to rise so he shot the third one on the temple steps clean through the head. The monster collapsed with a groan and lay unmoving, truly dead, on the temple paving.
"Quickly Sergent, double time!" he called out and ran down the path.
Sgt. MacKay swiftly pulled free and followed, pausing to shoulder his rifle.
"Through the head, that does the trick!" advised Dr. Hartley.
The Sergent shot and his former opponent dropped and lay motionless.
More of the beasts fell to feasting on Abel and Baker, gouging out bloody gobbets of meat and offal and devouring them.
Dr, Hartley, no stranger to the butchery of war, shuddered and turned quite pale. "We have to leave now, before more of them appear!" he whispered hoarsely.
Grudgingly Sgt. MacKay agreed. "Aye. But we'll be back." His eyes blazed with steely resolve. "We'll find the Regiment. We'll come back here and burn this cursed, unnatural place to the ground."
Dr. Hartley drew his service revolver and shot the remaining standing zombie dead. The Sgt. broke off melee and he and the Doctor took a Fast Move down the path. The Sgt. turned and fired at the zombie he had been fighting and killed it.
The remaining zombies were far more interested in Abel and Baker and crowded around to feast. Both the Dr. Hartley and the Sgt. passed their See the Feast rolls, Sgt. MacKay passed with a ice cold 1,1.
No new zombies were attracted by the shooting, so here's where I decided to end it.
The minis are all from the Wargames Factory except for Dr. Hartley who's from Foundry.