Utterly Mad

Zaweri hears the gunshots. As soon as he heard them, he jumped into the driver seat.
"Get in!"

"Ugh, dammit. Everyone okay?" Graham grumbles, "Now where are we..." he mumbles. He sits up and sees if he can see anything, an outline or anything.

Amy is too busy attempting (and failing) to not laugh at the whatever-the-fuck is happening here.   "Wh-What?   I dunno?   Whoever's driving, just drive I guess."

"Ugh, dammit. Everyone okay?" Graham grumbles, "Now where are we..." he mumbles. He sits up and sees if he can see anything, an outline or anything.

[[That moment when you just jump down into pit 4norasian.]]

STALKERS

You hear stomping above you as a bright "heavenly" light illuminates where you landed, "W-what the fuck are you guys doing down there!?" A Russian Stalker shouts down to you. "Misjudged how far down this was, went to put my foot on a pipe." He shrugs, "It broke." He then looks at Graham, "Then your friend here decided he was missing out and jumped down here as well... instead of getting help." He makes a fake, toothy-smile at Graham.

"Right... cyka, just stay in that area we'll make our way down." You hear the Stalker's footsteps echo as he rushes towards the rest of his group.


ISAAC: You take a battle ready stance and point the gun around the room, your flashlight shining away the inky-black darkness. After some flashing and looking you notice you're in a cafeteria that has seen better days, the foods all rotten and slithering out of it's tray towards you, the kitchen is covered in brown goop and the stairs are barricaded with tables and doors... from the side the Stalker's might come out on.

Evel Knievel GRAHAM: "M i n d  a n o t h e r  v o i c e  i n  y o u r  h e a d ? Because I give that landing a perfect 10!"

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Main Group

Because you're bickering on whose going to drive and not choosing where to go, the battle has already ended and on the driver's side window you hear tapping. You turn to look to see a A Cowboy Looking Fellow in Golden Getup, "Hopefully this here Mare's Lef don't spooky ya'. But I gotta ask, is anyone here a doctor? My old kook of a friend here got shot over yonder in that there ditch." He steps back away from the RV he points to the valley.

Outside you can see a motorcycle and sidecar parked on the road right next to you.... how did you not hear him come up?

Chalk's revolver had already raised to point directly at the cowboy's chest by the time he had started speaking, but he hadn't said a word in reply 'till the guy was done. "Careful, friend. People are jumpy out here. Not the smartest thing to do, getting close like that." He rumbles, his revolver sliding back into its holster. "Lucky for you, we're not the jumpiest. Now, what's this, you say? Your friend got shot?" His eyes go to the others in the group for judgement. "Anybody here know anything 'bout meds? Can't say I do."

"Whew, I'm just glad that there's no one grinding me now..." Duncan said quietly as he rested his head on the steering wheel. He wasn't good at medicine and the most he knew about that was sticking cloth into it until it stops spraying blood everywhere. I suppose that's why Nick and Roxy never let him patch anyone up...