Alright, killing time:
As the second night came upon the group, they found themselves in the lobby once more. The day had been hectic and hard to follow. More survivors had trickled in, more of the mall had been reclaimed, and even a large arms cache had been secured. But still, some survivors were overcome with horror at their new fate and ended their lives.
As the group set about cremating the dead, a heavy silence fell over them. The revelry they?d experienced during their earlier victory had been washed away with the coming rain. The grim reality of survival had replaced their confidence. Galt led the group in a quick service.
?Merciful God, we commend more souls to your Heavenly Kingdom. We mourn both the deaths of both the living and the dead today. Our brothers and sisters who?ve been struck down by this pestilence and those struck down by their own will. We pray that you?ll keep them close and comfort them in Paradise, their tragic journey complete. In your name we pray, Amen.?
The group lit the bodies and proceeded back into the building. The pyres of furniture burnt long into the night. But yet, death was to come once more to our beleaguered band.
Inside the entrance plaza, the group slept. The scavenged mattresses were carefully arranged behind the barricade at the foot of the stairs. Rain had partitioned off the crude barracks using various curtains to simulate privacy, something that added a little bit of normal life in the new world.
While the survivors slept, a figure crept into one of the curtained rooms. The shape held a knife in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. The killer plunged the knife into sleeper?s neck, slicing as they went. Carefully taking the cap off the pills, the figure placed a few under the victim?s tongue and sprinkled the rest on the cot. The hands of the victim were bent and wrapped around the knife before the killer left.
In the morning, the group awoke to find Daniel Winters dead of an apparent suicide.
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That takes care of that. Now, you must use the clues of the murder scene to find the killer. There were no fingerprints as your assassin had the sense to find some gloves. All you?ve got is the knife and the pills. Vote for who you think off?d RT and I?ll post the lynch.
Also, as an aside, much of the fun for the spectators comes in following the action. When you?ve got 7 pages to cover since your last visit, it makes things pretty disconcerting. Sure, go on adventures without GM sanction, but try not to fragment in several groups and try not to post this frequently, it makes it hellishly hard to keep track.
