[1-2] The Tail

[Karl Jak]

Round Dos
Carmelita
Guilmon
Deadpool
Abner
Arthuria Pendragon
Makota Yuki
Granite
Colonel
Amber Veritz
Tucker Tuckerson (Syntech employee)
Alan Miller (Bartender)
Jethro Miller (Plane crew)
~6 other random secondaries from the plane

Despite the crash, the situation felt very much under control.  Survivors had been rescued.  Salvage had been obtained.  Loose acquaintances had been forged.  It seemed like the group would be okay, even when Gin and Remilia failed to reemerge from the trees.  An attempt by a worried Carmelita to scour the forest turned back no results, and those that remained were left with questions about where the two had decided to go.

Even Deadpool, who had done absolutely nothing worth mention for the last few hours, had a little stride in his step as he sauntered around the beach talking to no one in particular.

“Where do you think Okor may be?  He would survive the crash, yes?”  Granite asked Colonel as the two combed the beach for any additional supplies.

The machine nodded his head without needing time to process the question.  “Okor could survive a few dozen plane crashes.”  Colonel answered as he glanced into the fog-filled forest.  “It’s just a matter of following the devastation until we find him.”

Granite nodded his head and opened his mouth to speak.  Whatever the gargoyle had to say was drowned out by the womanly shriek of a masked man.

Back by the plane wreckage, Deadpool had his hands clamped over his masked mouth and was shaking as if he suffered from palsy of some sort.

“What is it?”  Carmelita shouted with obvious concern, her pleasant nature oblivious to the mercenary’s famous theatrics.

Deadpool dropped his hands and immediately dropped the act.  “Foxy Love!”  He snickered as he waved over Carmelita.  “We got some friends.”

Before Carmelita could figure out what Deadpool meant, one of the very dead passengers came lurching out of the plane and tackled Deadpool to the ground.  The two struggled for a few moments before the mercenary got a hand under his attacker’s chin and held him there.

“You see,” he explained.  “This is an ironic scene, because this is the guy I laughed at as he burned to death.”  With that, Deadpool snapped the corpse’s neck and pushed it off of him and into the sand.  Before Carmelita could reply, more were stumbling forth from the wreckage.

Along the beach, the trenches that had been filled with the dead started to tremble as groaning bodies pulled themselves free from sandy tombs.

You have two options.  You may withdraw or you may battle against the horde of dead.  There’s at least four dozen to contend with, so it’ll be a challenging affair.

Fleeing will result in at least 1 or more points of Damage.  Battling will result in at least 2 or more points of Damage but may also yield a special prize for one person.