stateofdecay | Event: Itinerant Horde

THE HORDE ARRIVES...

Friday morning brings with it biting temperatures, a thick fog which dissipates not long after the sun rises, and many, many zombies. As the Horde shambles into the area, the survivors of the Quad area are setting finishing the last touches of their plan and getting into position for their operation to Split and Destroy the Itinerant Horde.

This post will be used for all miscellaneous scenes set during this plot line. There will be a second post going up for mission scenes which will count for plot success activity tomorrow morning. Characters who volunteer for missions all know the plan but will not receive their own assignments and partners until late this evening, at which point the Cascade Hills teams will be dispatched to their locations.

Meagher Valley teams will be positioned Saturday morning, Providence Ridge teams Sunday morning, and Trumbull Valley teams Monday morning. The Horde is impassable by car, so please be mindful to note which side of the Horde your character is on at any given time. Those on teams will be prepared to camp out for a few days at their final locations, and will have safe elevated spots scouted for them ahead of time, but are also welcome to shelter at any community once the Horde has cleared it (ie, if you are assigned to Loch + Keogh, you can return to Whitney Field after the Horde clears it on Saturday afternoon).

If you have any questions about logistics, please do not hesitate to ask me either here or in the #questions channel on the Discord server. I realize this is a little complicated but I'm happy to help figure out where your character will be and be able to get! I'll have team assigns for people at about 9pm PST tonight, and the post for mission scenes will go up tomorrow morning.

FRIDAY 10:45 AM

The Horde reaches Morgan's Crossing in Cascade Hills.

Beau Betancourt and Ares Makepeace are positioned here to make the first attempt at splitting the horde with Burton Wolfingbarger (Biker) and Vic (Deadhunter) [18].

FRIDAY 2:45 PM

The Horde crosses the Kelenqua River at the Bridge Fort in Cascade Hills.

FRIDAY 5:30 PM

The Horde passes the UU Church south of Lowl.

FRIDAY 9:30 PM

The Horde passes through Downtown Lowl.

Arlo Rattray and Mud are positioned here to make the next attempt at splitting the horde with Otto (Responder) and Keller (Responder) [12].

SATUR. 8:00 AM

The Horde passes Loch and Keogh Self-Storage in Cascade Hills.

John Hwang and Margarita Son are positioned here to make the next attempt at splitting the horde with Carly Vega (Scav) and Howie Standish (Lundegaard) [7].

SATUR. 1:45 PM

The Horde passes by Whitney Field Depot.

SUNDAY
12:30 AM

The Horde passes the Wind Farm in Meagher Valley.

Mara Kaufman and Gideon Ames are positioned here to make the next attempt at splitting the horde with The Witch (Deadhunter) and Della Heydecker (Responder) [15].

SUNDAY 6:00 AM

Approximately halfway through its journey through the Quad area, the Horde passes Grace Lutheran Church in Meagher Valley.

Roswell and Billie Kaplan are positioned here to make the next attempt at splitting the horde with Nolan (Scav) and Bell (Network Agent) [6].

SUNDAY 4:45 PM

The Horde passes through the village of Sawyer's Crossing before passing Lundegaard Lumber.

MONDAY 6:15 AM

The Horde passes Camp Winchester on its way to Marshall.

Bunny Rabbit and Lola Bellison are positioned here to make the next attempt at splitting the horde with Brandson Gunn (Lundegaard) and Elwood Gunn (Lundegaard) [16].

MONDAY 11:40 AM

The Horde passes by the city of Marshall in Trumbull Valley.

Reggie Goodleaf and Angel are positioned here to make the next attempt at splitting the horde with Bug (Deadhunter) and Amy McBride (Scav) [20].

TUESDAY 4:00 AM

The Horde reaches the town of Spencer's Mill in Trumbull Valley.

Dutch and Edgar de Leon are positioned here to make the next attempt at splitting the horde with Foxy (Deadhunter) and Mickey Wilkerson (Network Agent) [6].

TUESDAY 5:00 PM

The Horde reaches the town of Fairfield, where the Quad teams intend to lure any remaining zombies to the Fairgrounds on the other side of town.

Carter Betancourt and Court Slaughter are positioned here to make the final attempt with Jonah Shaw (Responder) and Big Mike (Biker) [19].

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Probably because everything that had previously been inside his body is now somewhere outside of it, Ares feels slightly less like death at this exact moment than he has since Friday. He still feels weak, and his nose is either running or bleeding, but really, what's a little blood around here in the grand scheme.

He heaves a very world-weary sigh at this terrible joke without opening his eyes, which makes his nose bleed a little more. But there's only one acceptable answer to this, and peeking out of the very corner of his eye, he whispers out, "What's updog?"

"Not much, what's up with you?" Reggie lets out an obnoxious laugh and fingerguns at Ares. Her energy levels are spiking, she feels manic and intense and like she's about to vibrate out of her skin, and this is how it has chosen to manifest. By bullying Ares to show that she's not actually concerned about him, he's going to be fine.

"But seriously, you look like shit and smell like you've been set on fire. How's it feel?"

As a punishment, Ares groans and shuts his eyes, and pretends to stop breathing for thirty-two seconds. But that gets boring pretty quickly after that. And he wants to open his eyes, to make sure Reggie is also okay. So he does, and finds there's nothing to worry about. She looks completely uninjured. Thank God.

"I was set on fire." He clarifies, pointedly not divulging how awful he feels, because probably that's obvious and there's no use dwelling.

She knows he's joking; Reggie's seen the end stages of Black Fever, and he probably hasn't had enough time for an infection or blood clot or general malaise to kill him. Still, she has an eye on the nearest actual doctor and adrenaline shot, should either be suddenly necessary, until he speaks again.

"'Course you were, it was a Friday." She slides down to crouch on the floor next to Ares' cot, coiled tight like a spring in case someone needs her help across the room. "How was the fort? Did you get worms? Fall in love?"

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"I was only at the Fort for a minute." Ares protests, "Only fell in love a little." Due to his aforementioned curse, he doesn't chance talking about worms yet. He tries to smile. "Why. Did your Fort kid have worms?"

"Kids, plural," Reggie corrects. "And if they've got worms, it's going to Whitney next." She shudders at the memory of waiting with the three others in that hayloft, Bug and Amy just barely avoiding the urge to just go at it in front of them. "I just have nightmares about the diseases they're creating over there. I'm actually amazed you didn't catch three different infections over there."

"Oh, don't say that yet. The big one might be hiding the others. Whitney doesn't deserve worms. They just had rats."

Ares is trying to keep this very light. Very chatty, so she can tell he is okay. It's not going to be like the other cases they'd encountered. "Did you get any diseases? Or hurt at all?" Because without direct questions, he's not sure he trusts her to be honest about that, and his eyes will not allow him to focus long enough to assess for himself.

"Didn't even stub my toe," Reggie half-chuckles. It's almost weird walking around the infirmary, perfectly fucking fine while almost everyone else who'd gone out there along with her seemed to need something. Almost like this wasn't a great idea and they were using up a bunch of medicine and supplies and gave a bunch of people new traumas that will have long-lasting effects on their lives.

Anyway.

"Where's your bite?" She turns back to Ares, that almost manic glint in her eye as she looks for something to distract her. "Let me take a look, I promise I won't poke it."

“Show off.” Ares grumbles, but he’s starting to pick up on the weird glint in her eye. She’s about, he’d estimate, to work approximately 33 hours in a row. There’s not a lot he can do to stop that. He does, however, look at her with a telltale new concern and withdraws his leg the best he can. “Absolutely not. I know you’re lying.” She would poke it.

"Oh my god, let me poke your zombie bite, no one ever lets me poke their zombie bites," Reggie insists, half-joking, because now that Ares has denied her access to his bite she's a little worried that it's for a reason. Does it look bad? Worse than she could be imagining?? Is it infected? Did he lose a chunk of his calf? Is it somewhere embarrassing? "Unless you don't want me to see because it's on your butt. Did you get bit on the butt? I won't make fun of you if you did."

(This is also a lie.)

Unfortunately, maintaining this one form of control over his otherwise super unfortunate situation is kind of nice. Ares shoves his leg into the blanket more fully. “It’s my leg. But it’s under pants and you wouldn’t want me to die of cold. Would you?”

"Don't think I won't pants you, Ares Makepeace." Reggie brandishes a finger in his face, but she doesn't make a grab for his leg quite yet. Her front teeth are clenched and she's compulsively popping her jaw, and she's perfectly at peace with Ares' decision to hide his festering wound from her. "Will you tell me how it looks? It's not infected, is it?"

“Looks like a bite with people teeth. We cleaned it out right away. Not infected.” The fact of the thing was he was mostly just too tired to lift his own pant leg and doesn’t want her to worry any more than he can tell she is. “The people teeth were in better shape than yours will be if you keep grinding them like that.” He says, grinning kindly.

Reggie rolls her eyes and exhales slightly harder through her nose. "Watch it, these nubbins could still leave a nasty scar on your other one." But she looks toward his legs, toward the bandages on arms, sees the sweat pooling on his forehead and it's hard to maintain her small semblance of calm.

"At least let me check your burns," she says, a little quieter, almost pleading. "You can't deny a fire medic that much."

He sort of wants to refuse again, on grounds that he’s okay and she should believe him. But he’s tired. And more importantly, he’s shown off all his sick scars to her over the years. She couldn’t miss these. He extends his arm, weak but ceremoniously. “They’re second degree at best. Not my finest.”

"Second degree if you're lucky," Reggie scoffs, but she's already peeling back the bandage to peek at the angry red skin on his arm. Another scar for his collection. "I don't even see any blisters, you did worse to yourself with Dylan's hotplate."

Event: Itinerant Horde

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