Zed
Rogue Chimp
You watch for the next 30 - 40 mins getting a good feel for the area, gruadually the mourners begin to arrive.
Eventually you have little choice but to enter the funeral home yourselves and pay respects. Several people stop you and ask you your intentions, its evident that once you tell them you are here to pay respects they ignore you for the most or treat you as other mourners. None pay much more attention past that.
AS the funeral ends pall bearers - six in total, move forwards and lift the coffin. It becomes obvious that the body will not be buried here, but instead be taken further down town. As the pall bearers step outside, the band from the night before line up - Wester leading the way, the drummer at the back of the group. Behind them mourners line up in pairs and small groups, at the very front of the procession a pair of black police offiers on bikes lead the way, slowing and stopping traffic as needed.
As you wind your way to the cemetary, more and more people join the procession, soon over a couple of hundred people follow the sad journey. From a side street, Leroy Turner suddenly appears heading towards the front to walk next to Wester.
Wester begins another hymm, "Closer walk with thee", as he does so Turner blows melancholy notes in a finer counterpoint to Westers Cornet. A rolling murmer of appreciation ripples through the crowd following behind..
Alex, Luther, Jacques hear a low moaning just below the music level. Luther has a momentary flash back to the walking corpse the night before (-1 SAN loss) but holds his composure as he looks at his companions quizzically.
Its obvious the pall bearers hear the same thing, they lurch a second, the coffin becoming off balance as something shift. Startled they stop and look at each other in alarm. The band stops playing, the crowd gasp as the moaning gets loude then the coffin lid breaks open. The pall bearers let their load go with in an unceremonious manner as the late Frederick Fayette emerges, grey puffy and bewildered.....
Actions
Eventually you have little choice but to enter the funeral home yourselves and pay respects. Several people stop you and ask you your intentions, its evident that once you tell them you are here to pay respects they ignore you for the most or treat you as other mourners. None pay much more attention past that.
AS the funeral ends pall bearers - six in total, move forwards and lift the coffin. It becomes obvious that the body will not be buried here, but instead be taken further down town. As the pall bearers step outside, the band from the night before line up - Wester leading the way, the drummer at the back of the group. Behind them mourners line up in pairs and small groups, at the very front of the procession a pair of black police offiers on bikes lead the way, slowing and stopping traffic as needed.
As you wind your way to the cemetary, more and more people join the procession, soon over a couple of hundred people follow the sad journey. From a side street, Leroy Turner suddenly appears heading towards the front to walk next to Wester.
Wester begins another hymm, "Closer walk with thee", as he does so Turner blows melancholy notes in a finer counterpoint to Westers Cornet. A rolling murmer of appreciation ripples through the crowd following behind..
Alex, Luther, Jacques hear a low moaning just below the music level. Luther has a momentary flash back to the walking corpse the night before (-1 SAN loss) but holds his composure as he looks at his companions quizzically.
Its obvious the pall bearers hear the same thing, they lurch a second, the coffin becoming off balance as something shift. Startled they stop and look at each other in alarm. The band stops playing, the crowd gasp as the moaning gets loude then the coffin lid breaks open. The pall bearers let their load go with in an unceremonious manner as the late Frederick Fayette emerges, grey puffy and bewildered.....
Actions
] finally regaining his footing as for a moment he felt as though his legs would give way, his ears bringing him back into the now with the sounds of breaking wood, the coffin, and then some screaming as people began to run, remembering what had happened to the now walking deads body he quickly looked for a place to get out of the way of the stampede he knew was going to be coming and told the others as he moved off, there was little time but once everyone was out of the way they might be able to get to the bottom of this......somehow...