[OOM: Every once in a while, you meet people on the road.]

[No particular warnings, except, you know, living in a post-zombpocalyptic world is kind of depressing.]

[OOM: April 28th, 2004. A warehouse in Kentucky.]

[OOM: Still in New York, Tom quickly makes friends -- and equally quickly, makes a hard decision.]

[ooc: With many thanks to camwyn,
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[OOM: In New York, Tom meets his hosts and gets some much needed rest.]

[ooc: With many thanks to camwyn, batyatoon, sdelmonte, and crazedcrusader for their help!]

[OOM: Still in New York, Tom's saviors take him to the local safehouse.

Or . . . safe-museum. Thing.]

[ooc: With a thousand thanks to metaphor, madbonnycaptain, and camwyn for their help. :D]

[OOM: Tom hits Newark, and then New York.

Things are not quite as he'd expected -- or, well, more truthfully, hoped.]

[ooc: With a thousand thanks to quaere_verum_xi, metaphor, and madbonnycaptain for their help. :D]

[OOM: Tom begins his trip to New York, walking from Harrisburg to Philadelphia.

Along the way, he has a few run-ins with locals -- some of them unfriendly, some of them downright weird.]

[OOC: With a thousand thanks to bookelfe and rymenhild for their help. :D]

[OOM: Over a year ago, Tom got chased into Milliways by a shamble of zombies. Turns out they're still there -- but this time Tom's brought reinforcements.

Some of the party isn't so thrilled to see the undead again. Some of the party, on the other hand, is having a blast. And some of the party is content to rain death from above in a businesslike ( Read more... )

So. Today's the day. Go time. D-Day. The final countdown.

. . . you get the picture. Insert your own cliche here.

Tom is at a table by the door, keeping an eye out for his compatriots. His backpack's on the floor beside him.

He'd considered getting coffee, but judging from the way he's drumming his fingers incessantly, he doesn't really need the extra ( Read more... )

"--No, I'm fine.

"No, seriously, I am perfectly happy with my current body. Form. Whatever.

". . . Well, okay, yeah, the big smashy claw is kind of awesome. --But  mean, no, I'm fine.

"Well, okay, I'll take a look at it."

Tom takes his copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves, Our Cybernetic Arms, only a little dubious, and starts for a chair -- and turns around ( Read more... )