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Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

Who: All Draftees
What: This is your death. Followed by your time-traveling life and desperate bomb hunting.
When: From May 22 to May 20 to early May 23 (days 1-4)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the draftee-only portion of the Zompania draft--the day 3 death, time travel to day 1, and then the events until the arrival of the reinforcements. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Please note that there is a specific top-level comment thread for:

The day 3 arrival of the draftees and the 6 hours that follow until the bomb is dropped
Death--This thread can be treated as REFERENCE ONLY. Responding to it isn't necessary.
Threads prior to departing for Zompania--post resurrection freak outs, arguments over how to proceed, etc.

All other threading, from day 1 until the reinforcements arrive, should be conducted as normal.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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Day 1

[He'd thought all that stuff about seeing a white light when you died was just made up. Not that he'd seen anyone die before the zombie apocalypse before. Not that anyone who died of zombie was really in a position to tell them what they saw.

They tended to get kind of bitey.

The point is that they're alive again and not in the rotting corpse ways and now they just have to contend with insane cultists trying to murder them.

Fun.

Sam spends most of the first day stuck close to Jack and Eugene where he can, and follows them when the breach is opened into finding a safe place to hide.]

Day 2

[He's not as terrible at this as he'd expected. It's horrible, but it's not horrifying in the way that he'd expected. He can kind of compartmentalise and that should be worrying he thinks, but, well, they've all gone a bit crazy since the apocalypse.

He spends a lot of time on rooftops and in high buildings, trying to keep an eye on troop movements, passing on the information where he can.

And when he does encounter combat, well, he has his axe. Two of them. And his body moves like it really shouldn't, muscles remembering things that he's never done. It's weird but it saves his life.]

Day 3

[After an early morning spent creating noisemakers with Jack, he somehow falls in with a group heading to find this bomb the Cultists are after. They need communications, he knows how to do that.

It almost feels normal.]

[He'll have company up on a rooftop, though thankfully of the friendly variety. Ginia's been using the rooftops to scout out locations and track patrol movement, scribbling down notes and drawings on paper. She's happy to see Sam and whistles quietly to get his attention before approaching. Blood splatters cover her clothing and skin, but there's a half-smile and a friendly wave. Sup.]

[He turns quickly when he hears the whistle, axe in hand, but he lowers it in relief when he recognises her. He waves at her, taking in her appearance with a wry smile. It's awful but he's used to awful. He's seen runners come back with worse.]

How's it going? You look like you've been busy.

[Ginia gives a thumbs up as she swings her pack around. She rummages around before pulling out a sealed bottle of water and offering it to Sam.]

[He blinks at the offer and then takes the bottle with a grateful smile. He breaks the seal and takes a long swallow before offering it back to her.]

Thanks. I hadn't realised how thirsty I was. Or how long I've been up here.

[Ginia takes a sip herself before tucking it into a strap for easy access and taking out a notepad and pen.]

Easy to forget to drink. Hungry? Got some granola bars.

Oh... [The reminder hits him hard and he looks sheepish.]

I'm not gonna say no. I kind of forgot.

[Ginia rummages again and pulls out two granola bars - chocolate and nuts, and oats and honey - and rummages a bit more before pulling out a can of tuna. Here you go, Sam. Bon appetit.]

[Once upon a time, Sam would have wrinkled his nose at the odd assortment of meagre fare. Now though it seemed like a perfectly adequate, even extravagant, meal.]

Are you having some? I don't want to take all your food. We can share.

[Ginia glances around at their setting - no patrols in the skies above them, a patrol on the ground a block away, but they haven't been spotted - before she pulls out a notepad and pen.]

I ate earlier. I've been scavenging and passing out supplies to anyone I see.

[he grins at her and reaches out to take the snacks.]

Well, in that case. You're like some amazing battlefield angel, handing out loaves and fishes to those in need.

[Ginia will certainly take being a kind battlefield angel over an agent of death.]

Giver of granola, carrier of canned goods. My titles grow.

Holding up all right?

Supplier of sustenance!

I'm alright. It's not quite what I'm used to, but close enough.

[A small nod. As a whole this probably isn't anything anyone is used to. But it looks like he's keeping on all right.]

I hear you. I've fought in cities, but nothing quite like this. What I'd give for some flashbangs or a few air horns.

Cool. Flashbangs are real then? I wasn't sure if they were just stuff in movies. That's awesome.

I think me and Jack might try to put together some noisemakers.

They're real. Also known as stun grenades. Very effective.

What kind of noisemakers?

[That definitely has Ginia's interest and attention.]

That is so cool.

[Probably not much use against zombies but still pretty awesome.]

Uh... at home we generally use smoke alarms, house alarms, anything we can. The zombies seem attracted to sound so they're good for distractions and splitting up hordes.

Thought a few of those might be at least a bit distracting here.

[Good to know if she ever comes face-to-face with zombies, but Ginia's face lights up at the prospect of noisemakers. The Third Party cultists are definitely more intelligent, but even a bit of noise can be enough to pull curious people over.]

If I grab you fire alarms and the like will you make a few for me?

[Sam positively beams.]

Sure! I'd love to. Just don't be disappointed that they're not amazing hi-tech gear.

[With how little they have to work with, disappointment is the last thing on her mind.]

I'll round up what I can. You're a savior. I owe you big after this.

No, no, it's fine! I'm glad to help. I like making sure people are safe.

[A good attitude for a good person. Ginia nods in agreement, but she'll still find a way to make things up. It's how she operates after all.]

going to move on, find & share more supplies. Need anything else b4 I go?

I think I'm okay. If you get me the alarms, I'll see you get your stuff.

Thanks for the food.

[Ginia grins and gives a small salute.]

stay safe out here I'll c u l8r

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