Attack of the Poorly Inspired B Movie

[deaths_heritor]

[action, for 308 Miller Street]
[Sometime shortly past noon on Sunday, there is a black-cloaked woman walking through the door.  As in, literally through it.  She's unruffled, though her voice carries a tone of urgency.]

Grandfather?  Grandfather, we need to talk.

[Also she is carrying an extremely sharp sword dripping blood and other messy body

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[notalwystrthful]

You needn't worry about the surviving part, Miss Sto Helit. I've heeded your advice to the tee.

[ Even if she's on edge, she allows a very little smile cross her lips. ]

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan glances around the shed again.]

I ought to have asked you earlier why you were staying on someone else's property. This isn't on the address you gave me, is it?

[notalwystrthful]

No, but through my note taking, I noticed the shed here had something in it. So, I used this opportunity to check it out and it turns out I was right.

[deaths_heritor]

Well. I'm glad those 'somethings' didn't turn out to be piles of turnips. Anyone else drop by yet?

[notalwystrthful]

A couple of people, yes. I've had help in fortifying the entrance, so I should be safe in here until it blows over.

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan hadn't seen the entrance, given her insistence on unorthodox entrances, so she'll take Diana's word for it.]

You will need food at some point. And the facilities. ...Perhaps turnips wouldn't have been all bad.

[notalwystrthful]

There's plenty of food. Whoever stocked this place up knew what they were doing.

[ She guides Susan over to all of the different supplies they have - the Molotov cocktails, rifles, pistols, cans of food, etc. There's probably a bathroom somewhere, too. ]

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan somewhat suspiciously looks through everything the shed has to offer. ...It was too convenient, something like this existing; something was sure to happen. Zombie rats, perhaps.]

It appears you're quite well-fortified.

[pause]

Whose shed is this, exactly?

[notalwystrthful]

Mr. Cain's. I found his journal in here.

Did you happen to know him?

[deaths_heritor]

I'm not acquainted with a Mr. Cain, but it's certainly kind of him to allow you to use his defenses.

...

You didn't leave him to be eaten, I hope.

[notalwystrthful]

He was a drone, I think. I assume he's now one of the horde.

[deaths_heritor]

...Finder's keepers, then, as they say.

[Susan continues to perform her awkwardly suspicious checking around before finally giving up. Perhaps Diana had just gotten lucky.]

One more thing you'll want to be sure of - Don't lock yourself in a deathtrap. Any hidden exits in here?

[notalwystrthful]

Indeed.

[ Diana knows how to survive in a crisis such as this, so to have most of Susan's approval makes her happy. ]

There's the main one that leads out of the shed and I'm sure there's tunnels to go into around here.

[deaths_heritor]

Try to be sure they don't come out in the middle of the school or somewhere else crawling with drones. ...Otherwise, it seems you have your bases covered.

[notalwystrthful]

Speaking of school, would an infestation of zombies exclude us from being droned or not?

[deaths_heritor]

Someone asked about that earlier as well.

No. I don't think it would. We have until Wednesday, since today won't count.