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The City: 136: Tucker

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Renee fired wildly as the zombies pounced, but her shots went wide.  She dropped the boot gun to the grass ran.  She didn’t get far.
Tucker snatched up the weapon and aimed for Underwood.  He was determined to finish the mission.  He squeezed the trigger.  It clicked softly, almost like a mouse, but nothing happened.  Underwood laughed.
“Why do you think you wasted so many resources keeping that whelp online?  A boot gun can only be used by the account it was created for.  It’s a safety feature!”  Tucker swore and threw the gun at him, but it fell short.

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The City: 135: Barbara

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“You’ve been working for him!”  Barbara stared desperately at Renee.  The robber smiled almost as wide as her boss.
“That’s right.  This whole time.  And you kids didn’t even think to search me.”  She booted Iggy almost offhandedly.  “Just a bit more clean up, and The City will be ours.”
“About that, Renee…”  Underwood said.  “I’m afraid there is a bit of a hitch.”  She turned towards him and raised the gun.
“Are you selling me out?” She demanded.  The Smiling man raised his hands in protest.
“Not me, them.”  A pack of sprinting zombies appeared from behind the house.

The City: 134: Iggy

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The Daytrippers needed to keep Underwood distracted.
“I don’t get it, if they fired you, how did you get the money to buy Sizemore out?” Iggy asked. Underwood laughed.
“That was the simplest part. I hacked Sizemore’s accounts when I was still working for Midas. The problem with being a banking monopoly that eschews monetary regulations should be fairly obvious, even to you lot. The money, and my ‘backers’ never existed! By the time Sizemore tries to back out, this will all be over.”
“You’re right.” Ingmar rose and leveled his boot gun at Underwood. Renee was faster. Ingmar disappeared.

The City: 133: Tereza

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“Welcome, the last survivors,” Underwood shouted, clapping his hands.  “You will forgive me if I don’t come down, but I’m so very busy.  I might look like I’m just here talking, but there is a lot of this running behind the scenes, as it were.”
“What do you think you’re doing?”  Tereza shouted up to him.  “You’re going to crash the world!”  Underwood shrugged.  He just smiled.
“Sometimes painful cuts must be made to improve production.  Or so management said when they fired me.  The real world is of no consequence if I have The City!”  Ingmar got into position.

The City: 132: Hassan

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“Screw this!”  Ingmar rose and fired.  His shot connected, and the police officer vanished like she had never been there.  There was still one sitting behind the wheel of the van, but Ingmar trained his gun on him, and he surrendered.
“We’re sorry about this,” Hassan said.  “We’ve got to stop this guy while we still can.  I hope we can talk it out later.”  They drove the van up to the gates and climbed over.  The house looked like something out of a Hollywood movie.  A sweeping balcony that faced the drive.  Underwood stood waiting for them atop it.

The City: 130: Darryl

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Darryl backed up his partner.  “Citizens should find a safe location and shelter in place,” he said.  He left his feelings towards Daytrippers unspoken.  Dawn scowled.
“There aren’t any safe places left.  This is the end of The City.  And it might be the end of the world if we don’t boot this guy!”  The police drew their own guns.  “You will stand down or be booted.”  There was a cry from farther up the hill.  The zombies were coming.  “I will count to three.  One.  Two.”  Ingmar fired first.  Darryl and Victoria were already booted before Connie returned fire.

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The City: 129: Victoria

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The Daytrippers reached the Beach House at just about the same time as the cops did.  Traveling on foot had reduced their numbers, even with Dorothy’s traps and the Cat Lady’s spies.  The original group of fifteen was down to eleven, but they had managed to protect Ingmar and his boot gun.  Victoria practically jumped out of the swat van when she saw them.
“Where did you get that weapon?” she demanded.  Ingmar froze.  Dawn stepped in.
“That’s not important.  The CEO is the cause of the virus.”
“This is a police matter,” Victoria growled.  “You will stand down, now!”

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The City: 127: Jess

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Once the first zombie attacked, the rest followed.  It was an inexorable tide, a domino effect.  Jess took deep breaths and reminded herself it wasn’t real, all a simulation.  She touched the bridge of her goggles, and waited for the zombies to get in range.  The team rushed past her, and the zombies were right behind.  She reached down and pulled the line at her feet taut.  The tripwire was lined with improvised weaponry that bit into the zombie’s flesh and ripped through them at the ankles.  The trap bought them five minutes before the undead found its way around.

The City: 126: Marcus

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Marcus was the first sentry to fall.  The roads to the Bay were clogged with abandoned cars, and the zombies were lurking everywhere.  They wandered around earlier in the day, but now they hid. They lurked in backseats and under bridges, waiting.
The Cat Lady summoned a small army of her artificial intellegences to scout ahead, but the zombies left them alone.  They weren’t alive.  Marcus wondered if they were the only living people left in The City.
The one that picked him off had wedged itself underneath a storm grate.  When it burst out, he stepped in its path.

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The City: 125: Adonica

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It took surprisingly little time for the group to launch into action once the plan was formed.  The strike team would be fifteen people, small enough to sneak past stray zombies, but large enough to hold off an attack and give Ingmar time to escape.
Dorothy guided the rest of them to choke points and traps she had set up along the way.  It was their job to clear a path.  Adonica was positioned by a hidden lever and given instructions.  She watched and waited for a signal that she prayed would not come.  She hated the thought of violence.

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