Utterly Mad

You all start at the roof of a rather modern Hotel. The roof is surrounded with a fence and barbed wire, this hotel must get a bunch a customers. Looks reeeal inviting. You hear clicking from behind the door, they bang at the door.

1 TURN UNTIL THE CLICKERS GO KOOL-AID MAN ON THE DOOR, Wow it must be made of cardboard.

ZOMBIE TYPE: CLICKERS.

Spoiler: Equipment (hover to show)

Prime Minister Mantis: Standard Minister Clothes, Fancy Kimber
Solare: Sun Praiser's Armor, Steel sword
Jacket (Me!): Jacket's clothes, Fire-axe

Jacket:
He readies the fire-axe for the on-coming Clickers.
+5 to d100 rolls

Mantis:
Your liberal bullets burst through the wooden door. You kill two clickers, one lunges for you
D100=80 D100=... 8
The Clicker pins you down.

Frank West:
You pop in from a door from nowhere

Spoiler: Eqiupment (hover to show)

Frank's clothes, a nailed bat, duct tape, and a camera

Frank swings the bat at the nearest clicker, aiming for the head.

Mantis:
The clicker dies when you shoot it. You get up.

Frank:
You swing the bat at the nearest clicker, it dies with a few nails sticking out of it, a clicker lunges for you
D100=13 D100=44
It grabs you, but you do a suplex and kill it.

Soliare:
PRAISE THE FUCKIN' SUN, you slash through the clickers. Some seem to be in Russian Mafia garb, you slash ones throat, you decapitate one, but you miss one and it grabs and attempts to bite through the armor

Jacket (Me!):
He buries the fire-axe in the nearest clickers head. but it looses the axe-head, he flips it over and uses it like a bat. He bashes ones brains in. He kicks and knocks one down and smashes it's brains into the concrete. Holy shit, I think it's dead Jacket.

The Clickers:
There are six of you left.


Note: I'm rolling for the player attacks also. If you want me to show the rolls lemme know. I'm only showing the Zed's rolls

I sun stab the bitch. Sides, I'm already a zombie, what can he do.

Generic Soldier:
You appear from a door that came from nowhere.

Spoiler: Equipment (hover to show)

Soldier Fatigues, an M4A4, a HK USP Match.

Mantis:
*Reloading noises*

*Bang*
One down
*Bang*
Two down
*Bang*
Miss.
One lunges for you,
[D100=46] [D100=50]
You dodge it.

Frank:
Humor!, +15 pp, the nearest clicker got a faceful 'a nails. He dead muthafucka he ded.

Solaire:
You stab the clicker in the face, it slumps down.

Jacket:
He bashes the nearest clicker's brainpan's in. He looks around for anymore, they're all dead.

HACK WHACK MOTHERFUCKER! PRAISE IT!

((Just fyi for you guiz, there's only one left. It's on the floor. It's going to be dead as hell))