the other kind of ambush

The Brutes wanted to plan their next attack on Decay very carefully. They’d scouted out an area and put the word out that two little Brutes were holed up behind the old precincthouse. OPh woe is them! It looked like a trap. It was a trap. The entire pack of smelly mangy disgusting Scavvies came to make an example of the two lone fighters, while Willem, Cornelus and the new guy positioned themselves to blast the horde with grenades as they funnelled through the narrow street.

Sadly for the Brutes, the mutants had some inside information about an impending power outage.

The lights went out and all Roloff could hear was shambling and wheezing. This wasn’t good. Willem couldn’t see anything but he tried to get close enough to blast away at the rear of the mob. No one up top could tell exactly who was who as they got closer. It was impossible to see if they were shooting zombies or fighters.

Willem let a grenade fly but overlooked an overhanging wire that caused it to skitter harmlessly away. Cornelus’ grenade found a target in the mob, taking one mutant down, scaring another, but doing absolutely nothing to the vanguard of zombies. A poor showing.

Decay dispersed and counter-attacked mercilessly. Zombies went after the fighters on the ground while gunfire was rained down on the two fighters on the roof next to them. Pym and The Sauce charged Willem, but The Sauce mistakenly believed Willem was a ghost and couldn’t move. Pym acquitted himself beautifully. No beautifully is the wrong word. It was a clumsy horrible fight, but in the end it was Pym who stood over a fallen body.

Derleth and Cassilda sprinted forward with zombie support to dispatch the two ground level fighters while everyone shot at Cornelus, taking him down. As they lurched out of the area in the blackness the shambling wheezing noises were joined by cackling..

-KRJ