Chapter 45: Interactions With The Night Part 4
Luck kept his mouth shut for a few seconds, figuring out the easiest way to sell them a lie.
"Most did. Our unit was black-bagged. We only got sent in after the cities fell. Not much left to save." Luck shrugged, like he was describing weather.
"So, you were hiding?" Her eyes narrowed.
"You know how politics works. Some generals want to bomb, some want to negotiate, some want to eat their own hands. Nobody listens to the guys with the actual bullets."
He let it hang for dramatic effect, then spat over the concrete. "So yeah. We cleared out a few places. Lost most of my team in a laboratory east from here. After that we just headed west and built this."
The bearded man exhaled, a low whistle. "You fought zombies in a laboratory?"
"Yeah, but that’s a story for another time. And don’t even think about stepping into the motel without my say-so. We’ve got sensitive stuff in there—mess with the wrong thing, and you’ll end up turning into zombies yourselves."
"Your team’s checking another lab, right? Is it true someone found a cure?" she asked.
"We picked up a radio signal, that’s it. Nothing’s confirmed until they get back. And quit with the questions."
Fernando, seeing the drift of conversation, cleared his throat. "If we’re going to be here a night, maybe you want to know who we are. Just so there’s no... surprises."
Luck shrugged, but inside he couldn’t help his curiosity. This was his favorite part of any RPG: the party screen, the stat sheets, the hidden perks.