Legacy of Man

Doorstep of Sand
The Bunker
Night of the Living Dead

In the night the familiar but almost forgotten sound of a helicopter is heard passing over-head and moving towards the center of the coty. As the party watches on it lands on the science building . The loud rotary blade eventually slows to a complete stop. Onlookers would merely see a few people casually exiting a helicopter. The silence of the cold night brims over with the chilling moans of zombies trailing after the long lost sound of a helicopter. The under filter down streets, norrow corridors, and dimly lit alley-ways. The crew now nestled in a bobby trapped hideaway discusses their next plan of attack.

Bombs have been stockpiled. Crude explosives for turning the perimeter of the The City of Boss into a mess. The intention being to employ as many of the undead in the region as possible in a mad wave of destruction as soon as the walls come down. As the plan goes there…


The City of Boss
A city of craven, crazed and intellectuals.

The shadow crew has made their dwelling amongst the ruins of the run down and abaondoned surroundings. Their plans to construct weapons and lay booby traps goes unnoticed by the general population of the City of Boss.

Whilst employing espionage the crew has discovered what is gnerally done to the corpses found on site or that come out of the Church mysteriously. A large sacrifical pit has been dug, with a jumpoff apex that was climable from one point. Nez and Sessil’s attempts to uncover extra gain nothing else other than the knowledge that the pit is noisy day and night with the cries of the undead.

The party sets some goals. Get into the compound somehow and obtain the helicopter, which Nez claims he can fly. As they go about setting their goals into motion they come to realize that thier base, deployed in the South of the city is far away from any actual road that the people in the City of Boss use. It turns out the the northern road is used frequently as several transports are foud to use it to traffic in people from beyond the wasteland.

On special evenings when the stars seemed “right,” long drawn out chants and a rise in shrieking noises as someone tossed child sized bodies into the pit below really caught the crew’s attention. The cries were first heard on a night that seemed soundless. Then a high pitched scream of a woman roused them and they all went as a team to witness the rest of the line get tossed in.

During the day time women and children were shuffled between the barracks, the ones disappearing into the head-house never to be seen again. The Church filters many people a day, lots leaving with sobbing faces. On the eve of their final bomb count the party had exhausted every resource it could rummage out of the bits left in the ruins.

Every morning the church bell tolls at 9.

Cityof boss

Welcome to the Human Race

The party now escaping on foot travels far from the town of Arcsville. Charlie Kraken, Enrique Cartoblinguez, Sessil Larg, Nez and 40, armed to the teeth. After some time walking a sign is revealed. It claims: Santa Barbra, Pop: 3761! As they draw closer to the “town” nothing appears in the distance but a ghost town, in the daylight. Tracks are found going to and from the city in uncountable amounts. The place is obviously frequented by an unknown amount of people.

After they make their way to the edge and inside the initial perimeter is does appear to be nothing but a huge ghost city in all directions. No sounds, or sights capture them for a time. Then night falls, and artificial light can be seen pouring out of the center of the city.

When they make their way there they discovcer a huge church at the center of a well lit, well-guarded suburb. It appears that a population of people dwell here whose primary purpose was unknown at first. However, across from the church was a hospital building, and a helipad on top. The crew decides to spy on the populace instead of engaging in any way.

What they discover is gruesome. It takes a week or so of intense shadow investigation along the perimeter of the city, but never once were they caught. They merely grew thier own disdain for the general populace of the town as they realized what was truly happening here.

A cult was stationed here. They thrived off of evil rituals conducted amongst the “maintained” civilian populace. With a controlled breeding program they manifested onto the poor occupants of the town. This way they kept their ranks fresh and their rituals constant.

The military force was booned by an unholy act that turned their skin olive green and their eyes were constantly bloodshot: the initial ritual consumption of undead flesh. These signs indicated a true enemy versus an unbent person to “The Boss.” The Boss controlled this shit town. Living in the head house with his top gang members, which was basically a haven for users and initiates he manifested his will on the populace. For initiate servitude to The Boss one must consume undead flesh to prove their loyalty, to him and the gang.

The Boss’ right hand man has only been seen once. A shadowy lieutenant with a rifle like gods finger strapped to his back. Other men saluted or moved aside as he walked by in once instance and was never seen again.

The civilian populace of Santa Barbara was split between scientists and the breeding programs, but all we subservient to The Boss. Both populations contribute to the making of such things as alcohol, ammunition, food, drugs, and other modern luxuries that can bebuilt with the labs and mills still left in town.

The Boss also takes a nightly pull of whatever woman he fancies, never conceiting to mercy or thoughtfulness. Dragging them through the streets dead afterwards if he feels like it. The Church is still a beacon of light to some folk who are allowed to leave their duties and come to pray. A few of the Clergy secretly report to the Boss on a normal enough basis to stamp out any plots for a coup.

The view from the other side of the river
Introducing Nez and 40

The city of Arcsville lies, almost dormant, within a wooded area of northern California along a shallow river. Its tall walls are made of welded car doors, metal gratings, steel frames, and all sorts of other bits to enhance the durability of the mighty, defensible, but low-scale village. Arcsville has been able to maintain strict control of its population, so the people number only into over a couple of hundred.

[How] To fall from the sky
Cecil enters

After a few days of driving and camping in quiet the duo were just traversing down another road. They scoot more than 80 miles down the road, and couldn’t have come at a better time. Coming to a halt for a moment to examine their gas, they hear the noise of a civilian helicopter filling the canyon they have entered.


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