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All eligible and available hunters would receive a text that afternoon around midday, sent from an unregistered location via Rep’s phone.



The aforementioned lighthouse portal would bring interested hunters to a cordoned off area inside the entrance doors to a large shopping mall complex, the shutters are down and the car park - visible through the slats is brightly lit and full of cars - none of which appear to be moving. The escalators and power are still evidently on, whirring either side of the fountain itself, leading up to the second floor. The area itself is dominated by a large water fountain littered with various coins which is splashing merrily in the midst of a scene of hasty chaos.

A small hunter camp has been set up on the tile floor, with an injury tent, wards and various individuals milling around, it is lightly staffed however, with only enough individuals to hold the main doors and station patrols outside to make sure the perimeter holds. Any hunter asking the state of affairs would be directed to the mall itself and told to clean up stragglers.

This is Phase 2 of the operation. Boss Phase 3 will commence on 22/23rd of April

Beyond the main area there are groups of shambling infected wandering around, most are blackened to the point of being almost unrecognisable as something that was once human, twisted, corrupted organs hang out of various orifices and their eyes glow green. They vary in their state of dress, some in tattered rags, some in nothing at all.

Roll a 1d10 to spawn yourself a zombie infected to fight. The types possible are listed below.

It wasn't long after the text was received that Finn found himself packed, ready, and standing at the portal with whatever group of others had arrived at the same time as him, raring to go. To say he'd been bored that midday would have been an understatement. He had been just itching for something to do, and while the mission itself was a bit balking upon first read (he had, after all, managed to get himself bitten and infected with something once before), he was still fairly eager to get in there and get things done.

Upon arrival, it took him some time to get oriented and further prepped, eye scanning the area and whatever devastation was immediately apparent. His first attempt at help was at the injury tent itself, though he was quickly turned away and told to make himself useful in the mall itself.

Well, okay than, but he wasn't about to go alone. Running fingers through his hair, he had a look around at those gathered, searching for an appropriate target or two that would make up a good team, preferably at least one sun that he could work with, though any others willing to go with him as well would likely be welcome.

Arorangi was there as well, supplies packed, dreadlocks pulled back, a look of casual interest on his face as he peered around interestedly around at the cordoned off area. He waffled on which direction to go first, idly spinning his spear around.

Chance was there too, but loitering somewhere near entryway, curiosity obviously evident on his face, though he hadn't moved yet.

Thomas had no idea what was going on, but when the call came in for all available hunters, he really didn't think he had much choice except to attend.

Upon arriving he remained just as confused, but a familiar face caught his attention, so he sidled on over, hands in his pockets.

"Sooooooooo.....this looks fun!" He grinned, with only half hearted enthusiasm behind his words for once.

Dakota drew the collar of his jacket up around his neck, After a string of Sahara missions with Molly by his side, it'd be nice to just...have something simple. Not sand ******** dunes of hotter then hell.

He tucked his hands into his pockets and looked at the more bubbly redheaded half of this mist duo.

"You'll sun and I'll moon?" It was easier to fall back on something he knew for this. Plus Molly was a hard hitter, so she could easily be a sun hunter.

Mikael made his way through the portal without much idea what he was getting into. He hadn't really bothered to read the text - as he hardly ever bothered to read anything he received of an official nature on his phone - but when he'd passed the lighthouse, there had seemed to be something going on.

So by coincidence he was here too, looking bright and eager and generally making a nuisance of himself, he'd been sent out to find some zombies but returned in tears not long later. The life hunter who was trying to manage an already busy infirmary decided that they could use him and enlisted him as more or less of a gopher, relaying requests and needed objects in and around the camp and sending people out to get them. It shouldn't have been too hard, it was a mall after all.

Mik had decided this made him somewhat important and had entered the nearby craft shop, liberated some materials fashioned himself a huge badge which he'd pinned to his life jacket which said in big felt-tipped letters.

ASK ME ABOUT THINGS WE NEED.

It was almost a pity he didn't have an exclaimation point over his head.