Tuesday, 12 December 2017

Generation Zed - Day 5 - Gangsters Paradise - Part 1 - Macca!!!

Running across the street Knuckles reaches the door of the 7-11 first. He shoulder charges through only to see a Elroy Carter standing there with a double barrelled 12 gauge shotgun aimed directly at his chest.
Knuckles talks first, “Easy there Elroy. Whatca doin here? You seen Montreal or Grimm? We’re looking to fix some hurt on those muthas. Com’on, give us a hand.”
Jonsie and Macca fly into the room but stop dead in their tracks as Elroy redirects the noisy end of the shotgun their way.  
Elroy’s gaze floats back from Jonsie and Macca to Knuckles. He steps from foot to foot, agitated and stressed. “I can’t bez goings anyways now. I gots to getz me some quick cash. Now you be leaving me alone Knuckles.”
Elroy’s trouble with substances had always made him unreliable, at best. Knuckles tries to calm him down, “Alright Elroy. You get your stuff man. We’ll catch you on the next time round.”
Slowly turning towards the door he mutters to the others, “Come on, let’s get out of here. Those two pricks obviously aren’t here.”
Jonsie puts his hand on the door knob in a heartbeat, “You don’t have to tell me twice man. Elroy Carter be no use to us anyways.”
As they leave Knuckles directs them across the street, “Run to The Juliette. I reckon we might find some more of the boys there.”
The Juliette had once been a magnificent building but time had ravaged her beauty. Still, a number of the lads had been known to frequent there including Hammo and Nate.
Rounding the corner of 7-11 they are confronted by a mob of zombies.
Knuckles lowers his big 44. BOOM!!! BOOM!!! And two of the monsters fall.
Jonsie turns to his left and fires at another two shuffling corpses. BAM!!! BAM!!! But his aim is off and he misses both times.
Macca laughs at the anticipation of the fight as he charges the nearest zed. He swings Willie Mays hard but “Conk” the bat harmlessly bounces off the zombie’s head.
The monster lashes out at Macca. His arms flail as he tries to regain his balance, Macca falls to the ground. He hits his head upon the bitumen and is stunned. He groggily looks up at the blood smeared face of the zombie as it leers hungrily at him, but he can do nothing but stare back at the monster.  
The other zombies, seeing the stricken and vulnerable human, rush to join the first. Macca screams as he is overcome and they bite deeply into his flesh and begin to feast.
“Macca!!!” Knuckles shouts, as he sees his friend being torn apart.
Jonsie looses his nerve and, not saying a word, flees.
Knuckles is transfixed to the spot as he watches the zombies devour his former colleague.
To be continued…..

Sunday, 10 December 2017

Generation Zed - Day 5 - Gangsters Paradise - Prelude

The big man stares out the window. Whilst his glory days of power lifting in the 80’s and 90’s had long past, at 6’4” and 240 pounds he is still an imposing sight regardless that age has turned a lot of his muscle to fat.
He watches the chaos outside from the vantage of his apartment window. It’s been five days since the authorities announced the zombie apocalypse has begun. Now, with the increased police presence on the streets, the brakes have been put on his business.
Knuckles mutters to himself, “Screw the man, he’s done nothing fer me”   
He’s been called Knuckles for years now. His name, Keaton Hunzel, just doesn’t represent his massive hitting power he uses to enforce his will. He became known as Knuckles after an occasion when he hit a man so hard, he left an impression of his fist in his skull.  
In the early morning quiet, the sound of the front door latch falling is distinct and eerily loud.
Knuckles silently draws his 44 and turns to watch the door. 
BAM!!! BOOM!!! The gangsters fire rushed shots at the other but both miss.
Lifting his head from where he’d ducked behind the bed, Knuckles yells “F@#$! Is that you over there Montreal?”
Hunched over, his left ear still running from the near miss, the rival ganger replies, “It’s time to get yours Knuckles, time to get yours.”
Montreal takes the initiative. BAM!!! BAM!!! “Take that you jive arse mutha f@#$er.”
Knuckle’s vision blurs as a round creases his skull, dropping him to the floor. He groans with effort as he tries but fails to get up.
Montreal taunts the big man. BAM!!! BAM!!! “You still there baby?”
Anger surges in the big man as his head clears. He jumps to his feet and charges the punk. He fires the 44 as he closes on his opponent. BOOM!!!
Montreal is surprised at the speed of the massive man charging him in such close quarters. Losing his bottle he flees.
Knuckles give chase. Tumbling down the stairs they reach the ground floor parlour. BOOM!!! Knuckles is better with his fists than with his aim and his shot goes wide. Montreal scurries to get out.
As Montreal passes his back up, Dietrich Von Grim, he yells, “Com’on man lets DD.”
Dietrich is taken aback for a second, not understanding why Montreal is running only seconds after they’d gotten there. His ignorance is soon cured though when Knuckles bursts through the parlour door.
Von Grim is young but he’s wiser than he looks. Without hesitation he turns and flees.
Knuckles stops to catch his breath. Cardio. He’d always hated cardio. And now his lack of endurance training together with his five decades is slowing him down.
Panting he watches the two rival gang members escape.
The front door swings open and Knuckles raises the 44. Cocking the hammer and pre-tensioning his finger on the trigger he checks his target. A figure with a red headband, mirrored sun glasses and black leather jacket runs in.
Knuckles lowers the pistol as he recognises Jonsie.
With a broad grin Jonsie asks, “Hey man what’s goin? I just saw those punks Montreal and Dietrich run out of here? I figured you could use a hand.”
“Dirty little pricks tried to bush wack me in my own home.”
The door open again. Both men raise their pistols, only to lower them as they recognise Macca.
Knuckles greets the fellow hard man with a silent salute. Macca had been with the gang for five years now. A known enforcer, he’d never carried a gun but he ALWAYS had “Willie Mays”, his baseball bat, with him.
Macca nods a return greeting to Knuckles and Jonsie. With the dulcet tones of a jazz singer he says “I just saw those pricks Von Grimm and Montreal run over to the 7-11 from here. Looks like you might need Willie Mays at your back.”
Knuckles smiles, “Thanks my brother. Let’s get those a@# holes.”
They lurch outside, their gazes fixed on the franchise store.
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I thought a change of pace might be nice to the overall campaign and, after all, every campaign needs a villain and Knuckles might just possibly be that villain.
This scenario is taken from the Haven supplement. It’s called Ganger. The objective of the mission is to search the buildings and to round up the posse.
It’s set in the Valley, an urban part of the big city that’s been run down over the past 30 years.
The prelude took longer to play than I at first thought it would although it’s good that Knuckles has already accumulated two gang members.
In next post we’ll see how the boys fair at the 7-11.