KaptKroniK, Maya, the Tactical Survivor, and the bodega clerk reach the loading lane with the shotgun, pistols, ammunition, and medical pouch. The Teenage Survivor remains at the strip club, guarding the unconscious man.
A parked delivery truck blocks half the lane. Behind it, a gaunt middle-aged man in a stained blue uniform steps into view, both hands raised, his gray hair plastered to his forehead.
Delivery Driver
Easy. I came back for the stockroom. My keys, my truck, everything is in there.
The bodega clerk stiffens and lowers the medical pouch. His eyes track the man's shirt, name patch, and mud-caked boots, but uncertainty keeps his finger from pointing.
The Bodega Clerk
That is the company uniform. I remember the truck, but I cannot swear he is the driver. The real one was bitten.
A dull impact sounds from behind the stockroom wall, followed by another. Dust trembles from the loading-bay bricks. The Tactical Survivor raises his bow toward the driver.
Tactical Survivor
Nobody moves. KaptKroniK, keep the weapons ready. If he knows that room, he can explain what is moving inside.
+ New Item Acquired
Medical pouch
“Pull a pistol on driver and make him open the stock room kill infected”
SUCCESS (Superb Willpower, rolled -2)
KaptKroniK draws a pistol and levels it at the delivery driver. The loading lane seems to contract around the weapon, the truck, and the pounding wall.
KaptKroniK
Open the stockroom. Now. You go first.
Delivery Driver
All right. Keep that thing steady and I will get you inside.
The delivery driver takes the key, unlocks the stockroom, and pulls the door wide. The cost lands immediately: the lock snaps loudly, and the whole building hears it.
Three infected surge through the opening. KaptKroniK fires at the lead attacker, then drops the second at arm's length before the Tactical Survivor pins the last against a crate.
Tactical Survivor
You got your opening. Do not shoot through me again.
The stockroom is open and the infected are down, but the pistol's report rolls across the loading lane. From beyond the truck, answering shambles begin to gather.
✓ Quest Accepted
Clear the stockroom
“Half of us stand watch while the other half take everything from the stock room and the drivers not coming with us”
FAILURE (Poor Scavenging, rolled +0)
KaptKroniK divides the loading lane with a sharp gesture: the Tactical Survivor and the bodega clerk watch the truck and alley while Maya helps strip the stockroom.
Delivery Driver
I am not leaving without my keys and truck. If you are taking supplies, take them, but I am staying here.
Maya and KaptKroniK work fast, filling the tote with canned food, bottled water, batteries, tools, and sealed medical supplies. The driver remains beside the open door, watched closely.
The Bodega Clerk
The cabinet inventory is not the whole stock. There is a locked delivery manifest in the cab. It might prove whether he belongs here.
A crate shifts behind the shelves, blocking the shortest route back to the loading lane. The haul must be dragged through the office instead, leaving the truck and driver exposed.
Tactical Survivor
We cannot carry everything and cover both exits. Leave the bulky cases. Take the water, medicine, ammunition, and anything that fits.
The split fails to secure the whole stockroom, but the manifest and truck cab offer a clear next move. The group now has a lighter priority haul and a way to test the driver's story.
“Get the supplies and make the driver take you to the strip club at gun point”
SUCCESS (Superb Willpower, rolled -2)
KaptKroniK
Take the supplies and drive me to the strip club. Keep your hands where I can see them.
KaptKroniK keeps the pistol trained on the delivery driver while Maya and the bodega clerk drag the priority haul through the office. Water, medicine, ammunition, batteries, and tools make it aboard.
Delivery Driver
Fine. I will drive. But if you point that at me all the way there, you had better know where you are going.
The delivery driver climbs into the cab, and KaptKroniK follows with the loaded tote and shotgun. The Tactical Survivor takes the passenger-side floor, bow ready, while Maya and the clerk secure the rear supplies.
Tactical Survivor
Keep the muzzle down inside the cab. We need the truck moving, not a hole in the driver.
The engine coughs, then roars awake. Its noise rolls through the loading lane, drawing distant shambles toward the bodega as the truck lurches away with everyone and the supplies aboard.
Delivery Driver
The strip club is two blocks south. After that, my truck and keys are coming back to me.
Quest Complete
Clear the stockroom
Skill Upgrade: Scavenging Poor→Mediocre
+ New Item Acquired
Tools