Benjamin hits wet earth hard, then rolls into a churned strip of pine needles and mud. The helicopter is gone from sight, somewhere behind a wall of trees and smoke.
A mile away, dark flame flickers over the canopy. The wreck pops and crackles, and the smell of fuel rides the wind.
Benjamin pushes up, sore but moving, his ears ringing. The woods around him are dim, green-black, and full of shifting shadows.
Benjamin
I can still move.
Far off, undead moans answer the crash, slow at first, then gathering in uneven chorus. Something rustles deeper in the trees, not close yet, but coming.
Benjamin starts toward the smoke, then the ground dips into a shallow gully lined with ferns and brush. It offers a quick fold of cover between him and the open rise.
“Is anyone else alive near the crash?”
NO (Likely, rolled 92)
Benjamin scans the immediate perimeter of the gully, but the woods remain silent and devoid of other survivors. No voices call out from the wreckage, and the only movement in the brush is the wind.
“Is my inventory still on me? I doubt it since I was flung from the helicopter”
NO (VeryUnlikely, rolled 32)
Benjamin pats his empty pockets and feels the absence of his backpack and bat. The crash has stripped him of everything he carried.
“Do i still have the red supply case, folded note, radio unit, raider rifle, dropped gun, canteen, water jug, or sealed food packets?”
EXCEPTIONAL NO (VeryUnlikely, rolled 88)
The wreckage is a twisted skeleton of metal, and the ground around it is barren of any salvageable gear. Every pocket, strap, and container Benjamin desperately searches for is missing, lost to the fire or the impact.
Benjamin
Nothing left. Not even the radio.
✓ Quest Accepted
Open the military supply crate
“So I am entirely without anything from my inventory?”
EXCEPTIONAL YES (VeryLikely, rolled 10)
Benjamin kicks at a patch of scorched earth, his boot striking something hard buried beneath the ash. He kneels, brushing away the soot to reveal a heavy, intact military-grade supply crate that survived the impact completely sealed.
Benjamin
It is not just the crate. The emergency beacon is still blinking inside the side compartment.
“I pry at the crate's latches with my fingers to force it open.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Strength, rolled +2)
Benjamin digs his fingers into the latch seam and heaves. Metal snaps free with a sharp crack, and the crate pops open in his hands.
Inside, foam cradles sealed rations, a compact med kit, and two clean magazines tucked beside a stowed flare.
The emergency beacon is bolted into the side compartment, still blinking red through a smear of soot.
Benjamin
Good, something usable.
A fresh crackle rolls through the trees. The smoke shifts, and undead shapes shuffle somewhere beyond the wreckage.
Benjamin has the crate open, the beacon lit, and the woods closing in around the rescue gear.
Quest Complete
Open the military supply crate
+ New Item Acquired
Compact med kit
+ New Item Acquired
Two magazines
+ New Item Acquired
Flare