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This blog is dedicated to miniature gaming. The blog will include battle reports, work in progress , and completed projects. Due to a rough work schedule, it will be a slow progress. Hope you enjoy your visit.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

ATZ Narative AAR

Tried out ATZ with two friends, but didn't take any pictures of the action I was more concerned about not messing up the rules then having pictures as proof of the game. Well hope you enjoy the read, maybe the next one will have some pictures.

Its been five days since the virus ravaged our once civilized world. The government failed to contain the virus which spread like wild fire. There is complete chaos and anarchy in the streets, people are killing people, people are eating people. We can hear them outside trying to claw there way thru the barricaded doors and boarded up windows, but its only a matter of time before they breach us, maybe we'll just starve to death. There must be a safe zone established somewhere? There were more of us the other day, we had Jim, mike and Ed, but they drew the smallest straws to scavenge the local area for supplies, none have since returned. Chris and John have decided  first thing tomorrow afternoon  to take there chance with the near empty pickup truck and see how far they can get.

 Chris and john managed to get to the out side of the city before there Chevy pickup  ran out of gas. But hope was not lost, just a couple blocks away a gas station was in view. They both knew what had to be done. As the truck stalled and rolled a few more feet, several figures stumbled out of the shadow, and the near by buildings, interested in what was occupied in the pick-up. Chris and John hopped out of the truck and brazenly  walked down the street. The zombies shuffled closer to John and Chris and away from the truck, fresh meat was in the air. Its been a long time since the walkers had some warm, kicking and screaming meat, moaning and salivating the zombies lurched after  our two survivors. Both survivors, took a couple pop shot down the street, taking several zombies out with precision head shots, but that just rang the diner bell, more zombies interested in the commotion converged with in the area. As soon as an opening presented itself the two survivors ran and neither looked back , there only goal was to get to the gas station.

  After running several blocks and loosing the tailing zombies, pumping out the gas was a breeze. The two survivors high tailed it back to the truck, but John was out of shape and started to show signs of fatigue. Chris managed to take out a few stragglers around the truck before running out of ammo. John still lagging behind took a couple pop shot but the ammo was getting tight. Chris stood his ground with  knife in hand, slashing and stabbing the flooding of walkers closing in on him. A thought briefly passed thru Chris's head, I should get in the truck and leave Johns slow ass behind for the walkers before its too late, but a sparkle of humanity kept him waiting for his friend. Too bad for both of them the horde was to much, out numbered and tired they were torn apart and consumed. The last thought thru Chris head wasn't about leaving his friend John behind, but about saving  that last round for himself.