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See! I told he was going to Stop us for Speeding!

Whew, that turned out okay.

It is a little odd a man is still doing his job even though there's an apocalypse going on.

Yeah, no kidding. Talk about dedication, huh?

And you butts wanted to kill the guy.

How is this-

Y'know, I hope he gets out of this mess okay. He seems like a nice guy.

Maybe he had a Kevlar vest.

Well, keep the speed limit for now, but when trouble comes, floor it. As flr the ticket, ignore it flr now. Maybe we can all chip in and pay it when this is all said and done, but for now, who really cares?

Man, what a silly cop…

Well now what?
How are we supposed to survive the zombie apocalypse if we have to obey the speed limit?

And why was ate just autocorrected to are?
I mean sure it was what I was intending to type but ate is a completely legit word!

Annoying that now we have to follow the speed limits but at least we dealt with our cop problem, don't know why he's convinced on still doing his job even though the world is pretty much over? So what are we gonna do now other than just sitting here?

Well think about it guys. The world is crumbling apart, there are bound to be people trying to uphold civilization, order, and law. The cop knew what the world was coming too, he was desparate to try to preserve what he thought was right, what we all grew up to know was right. We as a group are concerned about ourselves, about survival. Anyone that tries to stop us instantly becomes an enemy. We are not what we once were, ordinary people in an ordinary world.

Well, enough of that, got a little lost in thought. It was a good idea to pullover, that way the sound of sirens wouldn't attract the shriekers. It's best just to keep on driving, be on guard, and ignore anything that isn't important.

So I was right about him still trying to uphold the law in an anarchist apocalypse.

It's hard to stick with the laws of the old world in this global rubble that we call Earth now. In one hand we have undead biomechanical monstrosities endlessly pursing the living to devour there flesh and whom with one wrong touch from them can easily turn an innocent victim into one of them. While in the other hand we also have other humans, some who are as scared and desperate and maybe as insane as we are wanting to survive no matter what. But of course there are the other groups of humans who are willing to kill and take advantage of others just for their survival and pleasure. In a world filled with both literal and figurative monsters it's easy to forget what was once right and wrong just to live for one more day.

Bollocks, now I'm getting into the philosophical debate about our current situation. But right now we'll worry about decaying morals of some of the group members for a later time, right now we need to focus on getting out of the city first.

BTW guys, if any of you start going through "the change", please kill yourself for the rest of us if you still have a hold of yourself. Okay? Good. Glad we're all clear on that.

February 2nd, 2147. New York, New York.

The coach bus rolls in to the City as the sun rises over the skyline. They have reached the safety corridor along with several other vehicles. The soldiers on the makeshift walls keep a vigilant watch on everyone and the vehicles. In the distance, a space cruiser launches into the sky, leaving a smoke trail that leads to salvation.

Then the loudspeakers blare out, "We are terribly sorry, but that was the last cruiser we can safely send out…" An eruption of complaints, grousing, and sobs fill the air, drowning out the rest of what the announcer had to say.

"Shit, I can't hear anything over everybody," Gordon complains.

"I'll check the emergency station," Nicolas says as he turns the radio on and fiddles with the tuning button.

He finally reaches the the emergency channel where the announcer says, "…Chicago or Atlanta. I repeat, in three months, another round of evacuations will occur in Chicago and Atlanta for the East Coast. You can escape from Chicago or Atlanta. You will not be forgotten. Godspeed and good luck." The emergency channel fades to nothing.

The group decides to head to:
1) Chicago
2) Atlanta

…Well SHIT.

I guess we can go to Chicago. Although I don't know which city is closer! Oh, we're screwed!

I found this in an encyclopedia.

Chicago is definitely the shorter route. I think.

They seem nearly the same distance, but I think Chicago is might be a bit closer. To Chicago!

Chicago

Guys, think about it. If Chicago is closer, everyone will be going to Chicago! We will be stuck in traffic while being attacked by zomborgs, who are actually all the other people stuck in traffic!
We should go to Atlanta.

Well a quick google gives this.

New York – Chicago
11h 49 min
790.3 mi

New York – Atlanta
13 h 3 min
880.1 mi

It should be noted that the route to Atlanta is far more busy, as it's part of the New York/New Jersey/Pennsylvania throughways. I have to go down to NY just about weekly, and it's very busy. I mean both have a lot of travel, but NY you see far more traffic.

Now lets take into consideration the cities itself.
Chicago population: 2.175 million as of 2012
Atlant population: 443,775 million as of 2012

Never mind I think we should go to Altanta.

hmmm…. wiat a second, if we go to altanta, we Might meet a BIG zombie horde, but if we go to Chicago, we might meet with Crazies… i think

OOC: Just a heads up I'm going away on a trip for two days but I'll bring my Ipad with me so if I have a chance to use it to continue on playing this that would be good. I just wanted to leave this message here encase I don't respond for those two days.

While visiting Chicago would have been nice the fact here is that Leo is surprisingly right, it's close by New York and as such will be flooded by refugees like us. As for Altanta is not only far away from us it might also host it's own shares of dangers ranging from our old friends the Shriekers to bands of crazy raiders. But it's also our best option since it's greater distance from New York and possible dangers make it an unattractive place to go for most people, and last time I checked we're not most people now.

I think Chicago might be the better option. As it's a bigger city, it might have more places to get supplies to survive the three month wait.

You just gave me an idea. What if we visit Chicago to get supplies and once we had enough we'll make the long trip to Atlanta? I'm sure we can find enough gas to make a long trip possible and we can find enough food and water for us to survive for months too. Hell we might even find other things that can help us out.

OCC: Is everyone leaving? I have to go down south in the Virginia areas to tour colleges. I'd probably have connection, but since I live in New York I might be gone for 3-4 days.

Maybe everyone forgot, Chicago is the third largest city in the United States. More people means more dead. That'd lessen our chances of survival in the city itself. Do you guys think 2 hours to spare is that bad?

… On second thoughts let's not go to Chicago, tis a silly place. Besides my idea of visiting both cities was just an idea for more options for us, granted now that previous idea is a bad one so let's just forget about that one and focus on the two we have, even though Atalanta is the clear winner here.

I change my vote to Atlanta!

So what happens if we escape?
Does the game end?
Do we go on an adventure to find the cure?
Are there zomborgs on Mars?
Am I actually a wizard?

OOC: I'm back and kinda surprise that this thread hasn't moved to the next obstacle yet?

After a bit of arguing and opinion changing, the group decides to head off to Atlanta. Nicolas backs the bus up and drives off in the direction of the highway. The gas is starting to get low in the bus's fuel tank and all of the gas stations that they have passed so far have had signs saying "No Gas Here."

Finally, the bus comes to a halt on the highway, about half an hour outside of Trenton. No matter what they do, the survivors are not able to get the bus moving again.

The group decides to:
1) Scavenge the area for gas
2) Abandon the bus and try to find a new vehicle
3) Wait at the side of the road to see if anybody comes along
4) Honk the horn repeatedly, hoping to draw other survivors to them

1) Reasonable as long as we watch our backs and each other's. Sounds nearly impossible though since we haven't found any for this long.

2) Reasonable. Just need to be careful.

3) I guess this one's fine. I kind of don't like being a sitting duck though. Sounds sort of risky.

4) Definitely no. I bet the Shriekers would come long before any normal human willing to help.

Soooooo… I guess 2 is the best option for me. I need to hear what the others think first though.

Let's abandon the bus and find a new vehicle.

Look for gas, but if we find a new vehicle we take it.

Bugger, should have seen that one coming. We could waste our time looking for gas but I doubt we'll be lucky enough to find more of it in the middle of ass crack nowhere, we might be lucky, but not that lucky. Waiting on the bus for someone else to come and pick us up does sound nice but than we might run into the problem of either being picked up by a band of psychotic marauders or other survivors who might have trigger happy members on their group just like us. And it will be a cold frost bitten day in hell before I even suggest that honking for help is a good idea in our present predicament. So we either have leaving the bus behind and look for another vehicle or stay here and wait for someone to help us? Quite frankly I'd rather pick the former since the latter means we just sit here doing nothing but watching the road or sleeping, and I rather not do either.

I think staying here isn't going to solve anything. Instead of looking for a new vehicle, we should siphon gas and parts from whatever we find. If we can keep this bus and upgrade it to better suit our survival, we can surely have a better chance of survival.

"Fill it with water! I shall shock everyone inside!"

…don't listen to the toaster. But surely upgrades to the bus couldn't hurt.

Scavenging for gas, or another vehicle, is probably the best thing to do now. We should be able to defend ourselves with the weapons we found, so that shouldn't be too much of a problem.
I'd prefer to keep the bus, though. Like Derek said, we can upgrade it, in case we find gas. And it can somewhat act as a shelter for the nights.

OOC: It’s been three days since outbreak last posted here. I wonder what’s the hold up?

OOC: Hey, sorry I've been really late with these things. Things have been really crazy lately so I haven't had as much time to work on this. Fortunately, my time has been freed up considerably so there will be a post later tonight when I'm not on my phone. I am not dead. The Shriekers have not gotten me.

OOC: Since it appears that there is a bit of a tie in regards of what to do, I'll be the tie breaker

After a bit of debate, the group decides to scavenge the area for gas, at a gas station or otherwise. They leave a few members behind to look after the bus and start off to find the gas. Up and down the area just off the highway, they search for gas station that still has any gasoline to siphon. Ever station that they come across is the same: Empty. The search is starting to look fruitless.

They decide to search one last gas station before they head back to deliver the inevitable bad news to the rest of the group. They enter the gas station and check the computer signifying how much gas is in the pumps. What the computer says is a pleasant surprise to everyone: The gas station actually has gas!

"Alright, let's just unlock one of the pumps, fill up some gas cans, and get the hell out of here," Gordon says.

Before anybody can touch the screen to unlock the pump, seven armed survivors walk out of the back room of the gas station. "Hey hey hey! You can't just take that gas! It's ours!" one of them shouts.

"I think you should leave before we decide to make you leave…" another survivor warns.

"Aw, come on! We just need some gas to fill up our coach bus and then we'll be out of here! There's really no need for violence!" Gordon says.

The other survivors huddle around and discuss among themselves. Finally, they turn back to the group and one of them says, "Alright. We'll let you have some gas. But you must offer a trade that is to our liking in return."

The group decides to:

1) Trade with the gas station survivors
2) Threaten them
3) Attack them
4) Point to the refrigerated beer section and offer to just talk things through over some booze.

BEER! Even though I'm not old enough to drink, I still think we should talk it over peacefully and in a drunken haze.

Alcohol. Hmph. To be safe, let's have a few of us refrain from drinking for safety reasons. Just in the occasion that our newfound friends get a little too violent. Don't want them targeting our fine women… Well, I think I will pass from drinking, unless you guys find any cold Sapporo. Might have a sip.

OCC: Sorry guys I haven't posted in awhile, been very busy. Don't know if I can get on as much.

Let's have some beer. There is no downside to this decision.

Trade.
We will trade them…
THE BUS!
I'm a genius!
But seriously what would we trade?
Also if we do happen to drink some beer don't let the toaster have any.
He can't even spell beer.

Instead of trying to beat the ever loving crap out of each other let's talk it over with some beer. Better to deal with a mate who's bladdered to next week than to have one lying on a pool of their own blood. But for safety reasons our best marksmen and fighters should refrain from drinking encase our these sods decide to attack us or if the Shriekers decide to crash the party.

Hmm… I'm sure we can't just attack or threaten them. Our numbers are split since some are at the bus. We can't trade them… they're already armed. But I really have a bad hunch on drinking… sigh Well, I guess you can all talk over beer. I'll just… keep watch, I guess.

Well there is the chance that everybody here get's utterly shitfaced and soon start beating each other up or begin to have a random orgy while Shriekers break in to eat our face meat.

@Leo:Oh sure we can trade the bus for gas. We can also trade an arm for a leg.

Party pooper. No beer for you.

What? You said that the beer decision has no downside and I felt that it was right to point out that one also has it's fair share of risks involved. It's just that right now that one is much better compared to the other three that we have.