Dead in the Water

It’s hard to quite make out in the quickening gloom, but Owen does his best from a distance to try and piece a story together. Those fellas up in Fort Lamar had brought news of squabbles between units when it was a sure thing that everything had gone to shit. Maybe that had been what had happened here?

The foxholes, if that’s what they could be called, don’t seem uniform to Owen’s untrained eye! More explosive, than deliberately dug! Something heavy had pounded this place, leaving some holes that bit deeper and darker than others. Something had really given this place, and whoever was here, hell for a time.

The space between you and the helicopter is clear of walkers, you note, as Owen brings his binoculars up and inspects the twisted ruin of metal in the middle distance. It’s hard to guess at what brought it down. The young man sees what could be nicks and holes from arms fire, but it could be pure chance! The thing had flopped down hard on its belly, though the skeleton of it could provide a place to stay for a while! While not a comfortable nights sleep, it seems safe enough… Save for the body the young man spots trapped in one of the cockpit seats.

Richard doesn’t spot much movement, but he’s been around long enough to know that walkers sometimes lay dormant without a food source or stimuli to grab their attention!

Many a nasty surprise has been waiting in a dark corner on what was supposed to be a quick run for a group of survivors…

Owen and Shayna creep forward, hoping that whatever caused these great holes came from above and not below! The last thing they needed was to be traversing a minefield at close of day.

Zigzagging through the foxholes, Shayna and Owen do notice the field littered with chunks of meat. Not very large pieces, and they had clearly been blown apart quite completely. However, every so often the duo come across a piece more recognizable than the rest: a scattering of fingers or a uniformed chunk of shoulder still decorated with the patch of whatever rank and unit the man had once belonged to.

Approaching the copter, you wince as a sudden moaning takes up. Muted through the broken glass somewhat, the moans come on and you watch as the downed pilot begins to thrash about in his seat! His belts hold him fast, though that does nothing to deter his grasping at you! You see no bites from this distance, and his head seems quite intact. Beneath the belts, you notice his ruined and bloodied torso, however!