They do not need to breathe, or sleep. They don’t really need to eat. Before the entire system crashed they were saying that the biting was sort of a reflexive action. A way to spread the contagion.
It doesn’t matter. They don’t think. They can be easily deceived. They react. Bright light, loud noises, and motion. They can be lead. They are slow. They can get dangerous in numbers but you are still capable of taking out five or so single-handedly.
You and your band aren’t the only living ones out here among the dead. But until they are defeated, its you against them. And you don’t mean the dead.
[This story is intended to be rotating cast. New players may be delayed getting into the game to space them out. Come in, write your intro to the group, play a scene or six and then write your horrifying demise. I’ll retire any character who dies in-game. Leave a comment in the commentary if you want to be just “missing or lost” instead, but I plan to leave cast open to new players so it’s more convenient if you rotate out.]
Hosted and narrated by:
C David Dent (MrDave)
Scenes played: 16
License: Community License