Prince Edwards' Island

"We really aren't going to lopped some guy's head off, are we?" Deader whispered to Jax. "That's against the rules according to the employer! If they're not dead spirits or anything, I can't do that!"
 
"I dont know... Ive only killed zombies and fish sofar, I dont know if this is really worthwhile anymore..."
 
Deader raised a brow by his comment, though he chose to not dwell on it. He opted for another topic for them to discussed about.

"Hmm, have you ever countered these guys before? I thought you and the two others on camp, were the only ones on this island. What a bunch of gangs doing around here?" Deader asked.
 
"Well, I though I mentioned it before, I may have forgotten or something. Anyways, when this state began, a lot of people got together, tried to form communities, like you would expect from a TV program or something, but then they kinda imploded, and most of them broke down into gangs, if they ever recovered at all..."

(assuming Deader picked up his weapon(s) from the ground)

The duo continued talking as they walked towards the origin of the explosion.
 
(Yeah, forgot to add that part)

"If you put it that way..." Deader said as he picked up his weapons before following behind Jax. He looked around and prompt another question. "Anything that shows signs of burnt grass?"
 
"Not yet, I think it was up just a bit further here, over this hill."
They reached the height of the hill, below them a short ways was an exploded car, with a burnt corpse in the passenger seat and a number of zombies knocked away and incapacitated, the pair couldn't see the rest of the seats in the car.
Useful bits of scrap metal were scattered about from the former hull of the car.
Jax kneeled down and scanned the rest of the area, no sign of anyone else
 
"Looks like hell made it's way here." Deader examined the burnt car. He felt pity for the person that was caught in the fire. "Poor bastard probably could not get out of the vehicle before the explosion." He picked up several scraps of the metal. "Could be useful for something. Don't see any signs of life around here."
 
"Yea..." Jax examined the car's interior as best he could without getting burned or stinging his nose too much with the smell of the burnt copse.
"Looks like he didn't suffer too much here, I think I can see a hole in his head, one that probably shouldn't be there if he wanted to live long..."
Jax walks to the driver side of the car and looks at the door hanging to its original hinge by not more than a few small wires.
"I get the feeling someone didn't want to stick around for the sauna... Maybe we should track 'em?"
 
"Yes. We made it this far, let's not stop now." Deader responded. "Maybe it will shed some light of what happen here. Assuming they aren't being ripped apart by zombies by the time we tracked them down."
 
"Even then..."
The duo continued onward along the same road, they soon found a tract of the road being seaside, with a small crashed cargo ship on its shore, the zombies aboard are quite keen on the top shipping container, a ladder leading to the top of a separate container, close enough to jump to, is visible, and we all know zombies dont know how to climb those... just sayin'... Don't mind me, I'm only the GM

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