[hider=Scenario #3]
[b]Scenario:[/b] [url=https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@41.899894,-88.0159046,238m/data=!3m1!1e3]East Sunset Avenue[/url]
[b]Scenario Type:[/b] Open
[b]Scenario Post Frequency: [/b] At least 1 per 48 hours, or I ask for GM’s approval on DayZing your char ‘n looting his/her stuff. 
[b]Max Players:[/b] 3
[b]Current Players:[/b] SyrianHamster, Dragonbud
[b]Loot Level:[/b] Moderate
[b]Walker Density:[/b] Heavy.
[b]Bandits:[/b] Possible.[/hider]

[hider=Hannah’s Group]
[b]Members:[/b] Hannah Banks, Camellia Morgan, [s]Woodrow Hepburn[/s], Oskar Rennold. 
[b]Weapon Pool:[/b] M14 (1 x 11), M4A1 CQCR (1 x 30), Winchester Model 70 (x20)
[b]Equipment Pool:[/b] Apache helmet, military radio, 2 x can of baked beans, box of stale bran flakes, map of Chicago, protein mix, car battery.
[b]Location:[/b]CDC Safe Zone[/hider]

Oskar gave the girl a sympathetic nod. He knew that the walkers were the least of everyone’s problems; bands of the living roamed the land, gunning and raping their way across the Chicago area. Hannah had steered the group clear of them since the fall of Camp Defiance, but they had seen these so called ‘bandits’ from afar. 

Most of them were territorial, killing any who came onto their turf and stealing what their victims may have had on them. Others though, were hunters; the kind of men – rarely women – who stalked about the ruins of mankind, searching for hapless survivors that they could kill and maim. The latter were a scourge, and they seemed to delight in their twisted ways. 

“I understand,” he said, then looked back at the HUMVEE’s engine compartment. 

There was good news, and there was bad news. Good news was, everything looked okay, and there was half a tank of fuel. The bad news was, the battery had been taken long ago, and one of the tyres were flat. It would be workable, but he’d need a good fifteen minutes at the least to get her road worthy. 
“How’s the hummer looking?” Called Hannah, as she shouldered her rifle towards the approaching horde.

“She’ll work, but I need time,” yelled back Oskar. 

“Alright, how long?” 

“Fifteen, maybe twenty.” 

“You haven’t got that long. You’ve got ten minutes.”

Camellia stirred, moaning weakly. Oskar looked down at her, and knew she was losing too much blood. They had to do something quickly, but he was damned if anyone thought he was going to be a hero. He needed the HUMVEE operational.

“Kylie, check that church for anything we can use for Camellia, but be careful,” he ordered, more than asked.