Survive the Crimson Sunrise I

[Eulaliaaa!]

  Eul knelt down by Wilbur, applying pressure to his leg. She watched with a mix of fascination and horror as Antonio worked on the wound. "Glad you're with us," she said. "I wouldn't have known what to do. Um... should I keep putting pressure on his leg or let go while you bandage it?"

[Groddil]

"Fine, but I won't be using the gun."
The survivor looked around briefly at their surroundings.
"Lot o' tall trees around here. We could sharpen some branches and block up an area between two of 'em. Or we could sleep up there. Any ideas?"

[Delthion]

"Probably sleeping up there is the better idea." Delthion said as he began climbing a particularly large tree that had many convenient branches on which to sleep.

[Fatch of Southsward]

Wilbur's life was saved by Eul and Antionio's work. He was already gaining the full use of his arm and leg back. He would be slower than before, but at least he could still fight the dead, or the living, if necessary.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Night Passes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Group 1:

The survivors awoke, itchy and uncomfortable due to the hay, but well rested. Wilbur was the first awake, due to the pain in his limbs. He was stretching and giving his bandaged leg experimental exercise on a crutch he had found in the corner of the barn, when suddenly he let out a yell, fully bringing the other survivors out of sleep.

The cause of the yell was quickly realized, as one survivor did not get up. Sergei Savin, the old Russian veteran, was staring up at the top of the barn, with a horrified look of pain and fear on his face. By the looks of things there may have been a battle fought in the hay. The straw was kicked up around him as though he had been squirming or writhing, and his face looked horrifyingly pale.

****Sergei Savin is dead****

Brought be the yell, the sounds of walkers could be heard, banging on the barn from outside.

Group 2:

Delthion and Jason awoke to the sounds of walkers. They looked below their tree, and found themselves looking into the harsh eyes of three walkers, who were at the base of the tree, reaching hopelessly for the delicious meal they had spotted at the top.

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Still fear stricken, Wilbur hobbled back to get his back, calling out to the others,
"G-Guys! What are we going to do now!"

He tried knocking an arrow in his bow, and found it hard to keep the weapon steady. Thankfully it did not hinder him from pulling the string back, but it still was painful none the less. Hopefully he could slay a few. But of not, he had a backup plan. He threw a good amount of cans where the sound of the zombies came from, and hoped that if they broke through that could stop them for a bit for himself or others to fire and kill. Whew.

[Delthion]

Delthion, seeing the zombies at the foot of the tree, climbed down enough to be able to leap down without receiving injury and quickly ended the existence of the zombies at the foot of the tree with his sword. "Well, it looks clear now!" He called up to Jason as he wiped his blade on the grass then sheathed it.

[Groddil]

Jason shimmied down the trunk to stand beside Delthion. Finishing off one zombie that still had a head attached, the survivor nodded.
"Yeah, unless they find a way to climb. I say we stay here for the rest of the day. We'll sleep a bit more, taking watches. Get our strength up and travel by night."

[Hickory]

OOC:

Travel by night

I wouldn't do that if I were you...

[Delthion]

Delthion shook his head. "No, let's move now, we came from the south so let's head north, staying within sight of the road. Let's see how much distance we can put behind ourselves and the other group." Then he began heading north through the woods.

[Fatch of Southsward]

OOC:

I'll await a post from @Sagetip and @LT Sandpaw , and then something new will happen.

In the meantime we have an issue to address. Søren has recently left the forum, and in respect to him - his character, we will assume, has left sometime in the night. Two down.

[Hickory]

Cranking a strange disc, Kyle threw it along with Wilbur's cans. "Motion detected trap," he explained. "It'll stun any zombies when they approach."

[Groddil]

"Fair enough. Stick to the treeline. See if we can find anything on the road while we walk."
Jason sheathed his knife and shouldered his pack, before following Delthion north through the trees.

[Fatch of Southsward]

Group 1:

Suddenly sounds of a scuffle could be heard from outside the barn. It was over quickly. A voice from outside could now be heard:

"I'm going to guess somebody's in this barn. Mind if I come in and join you for a while? Name's Randall. I'm a teacher from nearby. I'm here with one of my students, Ryan."

Group 2:

Delthion and Jason had been travelling deeper into the forest for several minutes when they heard a voice from behind them:

"Oy! 'Ello, we was just followin' ya to see whatcha was up to." - said a voice from behind, with a thick British accent.

Two men, both wearing coats were jogging toward them. Both were armed

"Name's Tommy - this here's Eddie. They make 'em strange in America, eh? Everybody eatin' one another and whatnot. Your the first Tree-People we's met though. We were on vacation from London when it all happened, so we're a bit far from home. Reckon we could join you?

[Groddil]

Jason took out his pistol and cocked it behind his back.
"Not so fast. Why should we? Do you have supplies?"
The survivor gave Delthion a look. If the time came...

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Wilbur looked back at the rest of his group when the voices came. He shook his head, not wanting to trust anyone after his recent incident with Jason. Hopefully they felt the same way.