So we're dropping our bags in a corner, grabbing Tyler and staying outside to hold them off from a distance.
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The first really big packs appeared about a block away from the hospital. Jacob suggested a distraction: setting off some car alarms in another part of the city. They'd wake up the runners, but the rest of use would have a bigger chance. A couple of police officers volunteered, and a few minutes after they left we heard a car alarm sound from a few streets away. We just had to hope they'd make it back.
The first runners emerged from their holes, moving at top speeds towards the alarm sounds. We took them down before they had reacted to us. A few of the seemingly passive walking zombies also sprinted towards the alarm, and one of those brought down an officer with a lightning-fast lunge. I was glad that I wasn't going to be in the frontlines.
The hospital was still crawling with the things, who'd barely even begun to shift when we arrived. Some of the zombies outside the building were beginning to move away and even come towards us, but in the windows we could see plenty more slowly climbing the stairs or just standing around in the hallways. Most obviously, there was a huge white sheet hanging over the side of the roof, with the letters "SOS" on it. There were other survivors still trapped on the hospital roof.
Since most of the zombies seemed to have no inclination of moving and the rest were coming right at us, we broke into our two separate groups of ranged and hand-to-hand fighters, dropped any encumbering gear and started hitting any target within range. The marksmen/women would fire first, and the rest would mop up the rest when they got dangerously close to our lines. We made sure a few people were looking behind us at all times, ready to bring down any recently disturbed runners.
This was the first time I'd fired Tyler, and I immediately noticed the surprising recoil and the accuracy problems. Most of my shots were hitting shoulders, arms or torsos and doing nothing to bring down the zombies, who (being zombies) didn't even seem to notice the missed shots. When I was able to line up an accurate headshot, it took so long that often someone else would take the bastard down before I could fire. The officers around me were having little more luck, but many of them had shotguns that had enough force to knock a zombie down even with a chest shot. I tried using my handgun instead, only to see that my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't line a shot up at all. Jacob seemed to be doing the best out of us all- even with the telescopic sight on his rifle being useless at this range he still was pumping out headshot after headshot, slowed down only by the nature of his rifle.
With our ranged approach being only somewhat successful, the CQC team moved in to cover the gaps. Despite their efficient teamwork and armour, we lost far too many. The rest of us couldn't even shoot, it was as likely we'd hit our friends as it was we'd kill any zombies.
After the deaths of about 5 of our dwindling party, we had temporarily cleared the entrance and the remnants of the team went in, leaving roughly ten or so of us back outside guarding the perimeter, including Jacob and I. That was when the first runners started to arrive, distracted from the enticing car alarms by the even more enticing sounds of gunfire and people having their faces bitten off. By this time, I'd switched weapons back to my crowbar and the rest of the group were taking care of the runners from range. The sounds of gunfire rang out from inside the hospital, mixed with a few screams of the human and runner variety.
The rest of the rather large zombie horde had almost reached us by this point, and for the first time we saw a few of the bleeding ones mixed in with the normal crowds. The bruises and swollen veins didn't stand out as much as we'd hoped, and with ten or so meters to go one of the bleeding ones did its best Usain Bolt impersonation and crashtacked Jacob to the ground. By the time we'd shot it dead, it had already sunk its teeth into his neck, before we all got a face-full of zombie blood for our efforts.
Even with goggles and riot masks on, a few seconds with obscured vision is pretty much a death sentence when there's hundreds of zombies a few meters away.
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YOU HAVE DIED.
Restarting from previous choice:
Choices:
Choices: Choose one from each group
a) Use your crowbar to best effect in the front lines.
b) Stay on the perimeter and use Tyler as much as possible.
c) A middle ground approach- fill gaps where necessary.
1. Join the team going inside the hospital to rescue any survivors.
2. Hang back outside and keep watch, and keep zombies of the indoor team's backs.
i- Dump your pack somewhere for added mobility.
ii- Keep your pack on you, you never know when you might need it.
Hints:
-Your pack is fairly heavy and bulky, but that's because it contains your food, ropes, medical supplies and a few spare mags for Tyler, among other things. Don't worry, if you drop it I won't pull a "it got stolen" out of my ass to make things harder.
- Perhaps making an untrained journalist one of your dedicated marksmen is a mistake.
- To counterbalance the previous statement, running in blindly swinging a crowbar probably isn't that smart either.
- And the middle ground is fairly risky too, you've got a higher chance of getting in the way when you swap between Tyler for range and Oliver for hand-to-hand.