But why is the whiskey gone...

[Draco O'brian]

date (May 29, 1924)
Time (0700 hours)
Location (uptown, London)
Weather (3 degrees C. slight cloud, morning sun.)

Draco slowly stirred awake from his hiding place within a ruined building, he'd managed to avoid the zombies for another night. He blinked a few times, his vision was still slightly blurry...a sign he needed another drink most likely. He fumbled around in the morning light and his hand fell upon the cold metallic surface of his hip-flask. He blearily brought it to his lips and lifted the flask up and a single drop of his precious whiskey fell upon his tongue. He made a surprised sound and his face took on the look of a man who thought he'd just won the lottery and accidentally read a 7 as a 1.

He groaned and stumbled to his feet, his hand slipping into his jacket and pulling out a cigarette which he put between his lips. He lit a match, his hand covering the flame and put it to the cigarette, turning the end cherry red as he took a drag. "Going to have to go shoppin' t'day..." he muttered under his breath in his thick Irish accent as he ran a hand through his hair.

He took a few moments to collect his belongings and check he had everything, a hand resting briefly over his lucky bullet before putting it away again and he set off. He had slept in the uptown, apparently the posh bit of London. None the less he moved crouched in the early morning light, travelling quietly and slowly, his revolver in hand. It didn't take long before he came across a store with a large red sign saying "High quality liquor, scotch, single malt whiskeys, wine and champagne"

Draco's face broke into a grin as he read the sign and he quickly checked how much ammo he had in his revolver, it was fully loaded. Quietly he tried the door, it was locked... He went around the back and found that, thankfully someone had left the back-door open in their panic to get out. He slowly entered into the dark room, his gun held at the ready as he strained to see in the darkness and he crept forward, hoping to find some of his precious whiskey... And preferably no flesh eating British monsters...or zombies for that matter.

[Scott Bruhn]

The infected had been there for several days, unmoving due to the immense hunger they felt. They needed the delicious flesh to survive yet they were too lazy to get up and stumble after a meal that could easily outrun them. So they waited. They were hoping the owner of the shop would come back, just so they wouldn't have to move very far. But then again, food wouldn't accidentally stumble into the shop.

The sound of approaching footsteps reached their undead ears. Soon after the scent of living flesh met their nostrils. Food was coming. Delicious flesh at last. They waited for the meal to step into the store before they moved.

[Draco O'brian]

He slowly crept inside making sure to remain in the light for a few moments to try get a view of what was inside, he remained silent as he waited for sounds...always forgetting that the undead tended to be quiet until they saw something. He checked his gun again and licked his lips slightly, it would all be worth it for the whiskey...

He slowly crept forward and peered into the room, seeing nothing moving for the moment. His eyes yet to adjust to the darkness. A hand slipped into his jacked and he pulled out the match box and struck a match against it with a hissing sound and a small flickering light...

Draco took a quick step backwards towards the door as he saw that the room was full of rotting, undead, monsters, he took a quick shot at the nearest zombie, the bullet missing it and smashing into a bottle of wine, spraying the creatures with the drink. Draco decided to with hold his usual witty lines and quickly took a step backwards, firing off another shot, this time hitting a zombie in the shoulder as he quickly began backing out.

The zombies were slow to respond but quickly began a rush forward towards him, much to Draco's horror... he wasn't much of a shot and didn't really have the bullets to waste, even in the pursuit of whiskey.

[Tina Majors]

They had been patrolling further and further from the home base. This tour had taken her into a small business district near the houses. Her sniper rifle was always at the ready, and her knife on her hip easily accessible.

She came around a corner, not having found many zombies, thankfully and was preparing to search a grocer on the corner. Her team hadn't come here yet and she was hopeful that there were still canned goods in the store that she could scavenge. Looking through the glass front window, she heard a shot from across the street. Her head swung quickly toward the sound. If Eric sent Seraph to follow me, I am going to have words with him! she thought to herself. Knowing that the sound will attract more of the undead, she quickly trotted across the street, keeping her eyes pealed for the creatures.

As she came to the corner of the building, she heard another shot ring out. Taking a quick look down the street and then a check up the alley, she took off at a run, priming her rifle for action. Coming to the end of the alley, she paused at the corner to check the area quickly. Before she could react, a blonde male came backing out of the door with a look on his face that said he had really screwed up!

[Draco O'brian]

As he backed out of the door one of the undead lumbered close to him and he quickly fired off a third shot, counting it as it left his gun, the bullet smashing through what was left of the undeads face causing an explosion of rotting gore across the room, the creature dropped to the floor with something between a squelch and a thump and Draco quickly stepped out into the open, they were sluggish sure, but he had the feeling they'd be waking up soon.

Then he heard a sound to his left, a small but noticible one, he quickly stepped out of the doorway and saw a woman with an..army issue gun standing across from him... He was torn between pointing his pistol at her, and pointing it at the room filled with the undead, he'd been used to running from or fighting anyone he'd seen in London... in Draco's mind, the British government still existed here, and was after him...he could be a tad paranoid at times.

In the end he decided a bullet through the side of his head was better than being ripped apart so kept his gun pointed at the shop door stepping back a few steps to give himself some distance and taking a few deep breaths while he stared down his pistol, talking to the woman without looking at her. "Who the hell are ye?!.. actually ye know what it doesn't matter." he said in a thick Irish accent, a hint of strain in his voice and his hand slightly unsteady, he'd only had basic firearms training. "But I don't suppose ye'd be willing ta put that gun a' yers ta good use would ye?" another undead stepped forward and he fired a shot at its chest making it stumble back and took another which went hit its left shoulder and the final shot went through its head, making it hit the floor. He quickly reloaded his gun "all I wanted was some damn whiskey..." he muttered to himself

[Tina Majors]

Tina watched a zombie lurch out the doorway. She was about to shoot it herself, but the fella fired his gun and was lucky enough to actually get a decent shot on the undead. She could tell he didn't have experience with the gun. He held it wrong and didn't brace himself for the recoil. She mentally shook her head at him, wondering how he had survived til now.

That was when he spotted her. She saw fear and confusion show on his face. He backed up a few steps and asked her, "Who the hell are ye?!.. actually ye know what it doesn't matter. But I don't suppose ye'd be willing ta put that gun a' yers ta good use would ye?" I stood up and started to move toward him, as I could not see the door. I am Tina Majors. I am with a mercenary group holed up in a house not 2 miles from here, I told him. I glanced at the door and another one was coming out. I fired off a quick shot between its eyes. Being a sharp-shooter, the short distance was easy to hit them square every time.

He fired at 2 more shots at a zombie. They were sloppy and she wanted to take the gun from him before he hurt himself with it. This isn't a safe location now. They will be coming from all over with the noise of the guns. We have to get out of here. She scanned the back of the store. The door opened out, so it would be easy to blockade if she could find the right materials. We need to block that door and now!

-1 bullet

[Draco O'brian]

He would normally have noticed the slight disapproval emanating from the woman but instead firstly picked up the English accent, and then fact she was stating the damn obvious "Ye think I don't know that?! Bloody English, always stating the damn obvious." he kept his eyes on the doors, why did he have no explosives...they would make life so much easier.

He kept his gun level as he heard the undead in the building they seemed to be taking their time. and he spoke again, this time referring to her plan. "Screw the blockade, you got any grenades or explosives on ya? that'd sort the bastards ..If not, screw the barricade, they're still sluggish, we can outrun the bastards." he smirked slightly and continued to aim at the door way "There should be somewhere nearby we can hole up in... might even have some whiskey that's not swarmed by these things..."

[Tina Majors]

She had barely registered his Irish accent when he first spoke to her, but she started at his angry rant against the British, against her. She felt her anger flare up at his derogatory comment, but knew that this was not the time nor place for it. She put her anger behind her, for the time being.

"Screw the blockade, you got any grenades or explosives on ya? that'd sort the bastards ..If not, screw the barricade, they're still sluggish, we can outrun the bastards. There should be somewhere nearby we can hole up in... might even have some whiskey that's not swarmed by these things..."

I am a sharp-shooter, we don't carry explosives and a blast that loud would draw the undead for blocks away. But there is a grocer back down the alley. Let's head there, but we better hurry before they see which way we leave. Tina started backing down the alley.

[Draco O'brian]

She was right of course...but that was why you needed to set traps...shame nobody had the resources to do such things these days. He gave the door one last glance and followed her quickly walking backwards keeping his gun pointed at the door until he rounded the corner and began to follow her at a light trot until they reached the groceries.

He walked in first, being Draco and quietly opened the door crouching and as quietly as he could moving around, his eyes darting around the room and his gun at the ready... He remained silent for a few long minutes, expecting the undead horde from the shop to chase them... but they didn't follow... After about 5 minutes he began to look around... it was dusty...and seemed full of food, but there was no...

Draco suddenly stopped as he saw a shelf by the entrance lined with a number of bottles that he quickly went towards, picking one of them up and turning it over in his hand with a large smirk on his face, it was good whiskey. He took the three bottles on the shelf and slid them into his pack and turned to Tina, speaking at a near whisper "Do ye know the layout? Is there a bit we can easily defend?"

[Tina Majors]

Tina followed him back down the alley. When he opened the door, a little bell jingled slightly. She found it and removed the bell. No need to alert them all, she said quietly. While he was motionless, Tina quickly took stock of what she could see of the store. She spotted them. Dry goods! Canned goods!

"Do ye know the layout? Is there a bit we can easily defend?" he whispered. The sound of his voice startled Tina out of her slight daze.

I don't know this area. This is the first I have been to this part of town. She looked around. Lets get away from the front of this store. The glass is making me nervous. We need to get to the back of the store in any case, then we can work our way up front

[Draco O'brian]

He nodded and made his way to the back, he hadn't heard any zombies...it seemed as though they'd gone a different way, he was silent, lost in his own thoughts until they reached the back of the store, when he got there a hand slipped within his jacket and he pulled out his matches and a packet of cigarettes, he slipped one out of the packet and between his lips, striking the match with a hand covering the flame and lighting his cigarette, blowing the smoke above his head with a sigh.

After a few seconds he spoke quietly, "Ye said you were a sharp shooter? Didn't think the British let women in their armies?"

[Tina Majors]

Walking to the back of the store, Tina grabbed a medium large ruck sack. She started gathering food stuffs in the sack as she went, making sure the boxed goods didn't have any mouse holes in them. She was still scavenging as she heard his question.

"Ye said you were a sharp shooter? Didn't think the British let women in their armies?"

They don't. I learned to hunt with my brothers. *sniff* They went to war, I stayed and helped papa run the dairy farm. I've just been a really good shot, she said to him. Ya ain't told me your name, course I ain't asked til now.

[Draco O'brian]

He took another thoughtful drag, remaining silent for a few moments while he picked up a can and rolled it over in his hands... tomato soup... not bad he dropped the can into his bag and spoke "It's Draco O'brian. Not really sure what ye'd want to call my profession..." he shrugged slightly. "Lets just say that this...whatever this is" he made a vague gesture at the general area "Came at a rather opportune moment for me" he smirked a little to himself.

He exhaled another small cloud of smoke and eyed Tina for a second "what're you doing out here anyway? The only people I've seen have been the army...and they're so incompetent a blind man could see them."

[Tina Majors]

Tina snorted derisively at his "profession". I could ask ya the same, Mr. O'Brian. My merc group has been focused on another area, securing it. I am scouting this area for further foraging. We're not part of the army, far as I know. 'Course, Erik doesn't tell me everything.

She set her rucksack down and sorted through it.

• 6 cans of soup
  
• 6 boxes of noodles
  
• 4 tins of canned meat
  
• 1 container of oatmeal
  

This was good for Erik to see that this was a decent area to come to. She headed to the check out area of the store. Being a local store there was only a single register. It still looked intact. Tina punched a few buttons and the drawer opened. There was a small amount of cash still in the drawer, £57.93 to be exact. She grabbed it all out, separating it into two piles. £27 in one, £30.93 in another. She dropped her money in her wallet and walked back to Draco. She hands him the £27. Here. I found cash in the register. This is your cut.

[Draco O'brian]

he took the money with a slight smirk and ran his hand along it "Ya know, I don't understand why people still want this stuff, its pretty much worthless...." never the less he slipped it into his pocket "wouldn't it make more sense to trade food or somethin'...ah nobody ever said people were smart" He looked thoughtful for a few moments and picked up a few more random cans from the shelf, in the end he had 2 cans of tomato soup, one tin of baked beans, and one can of tinned tomatoes.

He eyed them for a moment and shrugged, so long as he had whiskey he didn't suppose it would matter what the stuff tasted like. He took a final drag of his cigarette and flicked it onto the floor, grinding his foot into it to put it out. "Ye said yer parta a mercenary company?... I don't suppose you guys have much whiskey?"