>>6144545>>6151479>this is RJ Mcready. You got any Cutty?For a moment you were all confused.
>did he just say cunny?>that's what I heard.>not cunny, scotch. Is movie reference.>hell you say?>john carpenter, movie. Thing. Is the helicopter pilot.It took a minute for you all to get the point, but you got to it, in a roind about way, that this man was a scotch man. Though cutty sark, you couldn't say anything for his taste in spirits.
>perhaps he has made peace with the bottom shelf. How much gold label Walker is left now, do you suppose?It was a fair question. An obvious question. Not enough.
You'd never had any gold label, and so this question seemed a touch academic, but at least the man was not particular. At least he had a price, though, it was a case per man, and not just a bottle, and at least he was reasonable.
It took you all 400 rounds of ammunition, and 12 gallons of diesel to find an unburned, accessable liquor store with any Scotch. It went without comment that there was no tequila, no vodka, but the scotch was truly a white man's prefered drink, and in this city of all places, you all puzzled as to how it could be in such short supply.
It was, just in the outing, a quest of it's own. And in the end, this was the quest which left you stranded atop the gas station.
>WHERE'S THAT SCOTCH I ORDERED?You were not too pre-occupied with satisfying the luxiant tastes of this itinerant pilot, whatever they might have been, but the others were more mercenary, or perhaps they just liked to multitask.
Whatever their reasoning, they found and cleared out a liquorstore on a cool morning, which became a hot afternoon, down the street from a gas station.
This very same, gas station.
The didn't set out to leave you. But being surrounded by a crowd of inhuman moster will cause plenty of snap judgement. Anyway, you were closer to the truck than they were.
You were safer on that rooftop than they were.
You had more provisions at your disposal than they did, and so were in a better position to survive than they were, being cut off, and the helicopter already en route. The cases of cutty bought their passage, and you remained, safely on the roof, and all the food and fuel you needed to get back to the containment wall.
That was the long an short of it, and so, being stuck only a few meters, and thousands of ghouls from your escape, you made up your inventory of the store's goods.
>13 gallons of motor oil>5 gallons of canola oil>31 rarions worth of salcageable canned food>3 days of potable water>numerous guns and 82 rounds of ammunition>a rifle with bayonette>shelter>company>security>entertainment>ninety gallons of unpotable water>337 bottles of bad wine>a latrine>300lb of burnable wood/substitute>a rat's nest>a sewer grate>a wench, with cable and hook>coffee pots for distilation>200 gallons of used frying medium>a bed of trucker hats, coats, and office furniture>a ghost companion>useable loopholes 