Utterly Mad

Derek looks over his pile of guns and decides to always keep the Model 29 and Browning Hi-Power in his holsters, putting the rest of his pistols in the custom center console. He grabs the Marlin, and puts it in the passenger seat. He radios the RV and says," Lets stop at the nearest town, I could use some supplies." He shoves the moldy food into a box, putting the moldy bread in another box so eh could cultivate it for penicillin.

GET OUT OF HERE STALKER [Graham/Broke Caravan]

Isaac: Mordecai slips his piece into his lab coat then leans over to whisper to you, "Believe it or not he used to be very different back in the day, he was one of my patients. Back before he got into the caravan business he was a bouncer for some nightclub back in NeoTokyo. Took a few good hits every once in a while, mostly from muties that had too much to drink or from ones that just despised humans." Taking a deep breath he continued. "Never had the prejudice he has now, but I think that came when he... it was probably due to Kat- *sigh* Missy's brother. If I can, I'll tell you what happened later, not now though."

Everyone Else: Finishing your meal, with your bellies full of delicious stew. You lock and load, getting ready to head into the belly of this horrible place. The Leader informs you all of what to expect once you arrive down there. You pass through corridors dimly lit with propane lamps, past empty rooms cleared of any valuables that might be their with half the doorways blocked by desks and filing cabinets.

"-mutants of the feral sort, fleshy blobs, anomalies, Hell even the structure itself is a danger if you're not careful. The Russian's built these places to last, but the past thirty or so years have no been kind to these concrete walls; our forefathers never considered corrosion and gravitational breaks to tear down what they created. Back then they never had to worry about the Hellish crap we do. So for the tourists, please be watchful around you, stay in groups, and if things go crazy try to get back to the surface.", he explains to everyone as he approaches the elevator doors. He presses the button and the doors open, allowing the group to enter.

You ride the elevator down quite a ways, the doors open to reveal a pitch black concrete room. Everyone switches their lights on: you see a medium sized concrete room, the floors are cracked and smeared with a rust colored substance, you can smell something acidic hanging in the air, the walls are lined with servers and reel-computers that are all oozing corrosive brown ooze. There are two doors, one is knocked off it's hinges leading west into a hallway, while the other door is cracked open it leads east into a small bathroom.

The STALKERS flood into the concrete room and prepare to head west. "I wouldn't touch that brown shit, believe it or not it's battery acid. Really, really corrosive battery acid. That shit will melt right through the bone.", one of the STALKERS explain as he looks into the west hallway.

Mordecai looks interested in scooping some of the spoiled battery acid. For what reason that could be you can't place, maybe to help remove the common wart?

Joshua stacks up against the doorway leading west with some of the other STALKERs, waiting for the signal to storm into the room.

Deliverance Company

Derek: After making the call you see the RV pull over to the side of the road to loot the car [READ THEIR UPDATE TO SEE WHAT THEY FIND]. Being a smart cookie you decide to use your moldy old food to create penicillin! You now get +1 penicillin for every 20 ticks!

Chalk: You walk up to the trunk of the old busted up sedan, you jiggle the handle but it doesn't move. Do instead you bang it! The trunk flies open revealing a skeleton in the fetal position clutching a rusty (beyond any use) 38. snub nose and holding onto a gallon of gasoline! Feeling it you guess that there's about half a gallon [.5 fuel] in the can.

The RV
Food: 75/100
Meds: 5
Fuel: 16.7 Units [You use .8 fuel per 5 ticks]

Storage: [5/???]
-{All yer' shit you brought} [5 spaces]

Derek's Car
Food: Some moldy fast food
Meds: 2
Fuel: 19.3 Units [You use .7 fuel per 5 ticks]

Storage: [5/20]
-{Pile of Guns} [5 spaces]

Farming
1+ Penicillin for every 20 Ticks [20 Ticks Remaining]

Ivan turns off the car and runs to Chalk.

Derek grabs a length of well-used rubber hose from the back of his truck and an empty jerry can, walking over to the rusted wreck of a car to see if he can siphon some fuel. Before he sticks the rubber hose in the tank, he checks the dashboard compartment for any maps.

"There's... A Glurp nearby along with... Metal scraping, that's no anomaly. I'd keep that vial at the ready." Graham whispers loud enough for everyone to hear,

((I'd imagine if you throw it hard enough the vial 'll shatter))

((It's being fired out of a grenade launcher, so suddenly you have a smaller explosion mixed with acid that melts you to the bloody bone. The glass is so the acid doesn't melt through the metal like some kinds of highly concentrated acids would, well if I recall science class correctly. My character is kind of based around rigging together make shift weapons, ammo, and coming up with better ways to kill shit. So I think making acid grenades for his GL would be somewhat feasible, but IDK, acid grenades still sound really useful for those things that don't die from bullets.))

"Don't get your hopes up, there's something else there." Graham says quietly. He keeps his rifle at the ready.