Day 4 - Old Man Matthews (Five Klicks)
From the Journal of Maya Ceros, Day 4.
Today, could have gone very bad. Today could have gone worse than the day we got chewed up by crawlers. In the end, I think we were damn lucky, but then again, maybe that isn't a strong enough set of words to really get across how lucky we really were today.
Especially since, for most of the day, it looked like things were going to turn out a hell of a lot worse for us.
I heard footsteps, running and shouting. From the echoes, it sounded like heavy boots, the clank of armor-- two groups, and heavily armed.
The narrow, labyrinthine passages made moving difficult, but I shouted my own commands anyway, sent everyone forward to scout out any place where we could make a stand and set our own ambush.
I heard shouts again, someone yelling directions-- the groups were splitting up again, dividing into three pinchers intent on trapping us in the passages.
There was a pause, a painful pause. Kassandra's target raised his weapon, and for all her fire and grit, she stalled, hesitating out of fear as the muzzle of that SAW turned on her.
But it wasn't the critter that took Daedalus down. One of Old Man Matthews' troops had flanked us, and put a bullet in him.
After we cleared the bunker, we made a hasty retreat and started out into the wastes again, seeking something better, something that might tell us how this whole mess of a world fell apart in the first place. When we met up with a trade convoy, Sally talked them into trading some junk for a Camo Cloak and Hunting Rifle. Then, in the final hours of the day, we managed to score some time to give the newbies some firearms practice.