You looked around for something, anything you could use to gain their attention without being loud and potentially drawing in zombies from elsewhere. You did see a few small rocks around... they weren't too small like pebbles, but their size still left things to be desired.
You picked up one of the stones and chucked it on top of the car. It had a small metal thud and rolled off, but this didn't gain the attention of any of the dead. They were probably too stupid to realize the rock came from your direction... maybe that would change if you nailed one in the head.
You picked up another rock and threw it indiscriminately at the general height level of the crowd, since you didn't feel like assaulting any dead children if you could avoid it. The rock hit a man in the head, and he turned towards your direction. You couldn't stop now, or else he would just turn back towards the car.
You began rapidly picking up rocks and throwing them in the direction of the car. So long as you hit one of the zombies, they seemed to react to it. Thankfully, other zombies on the side of the car closest to you began following the few heading your direction. Unfortunately, the zombies on the other side of the car were completely oblivious to anything other than the man inside.
With an infrequent but steady stream of stones, you began to lure the zombies towards the street you just came from, throwing a final stone into the convenience store for good measure to hopefully lure some of them inside. You didn't stick around to corral them any further, but you at least got a good distance between them and the car.
You ran back to the car and stepped into view of the once again confused man inside of the car. The remaining zombies were all crowded around the passenger side of the car, so he opened the door and quickly ran out of the car, tugging a backpack along with him. You called him over with your hands and the two of you quickly moved through the brush to lose the few zombies that just realized that their canned food had escaped the container.
"I think we lost them," you said as you looked behind you after some time. You weren't exhausted, but the man was panting from having ran.
"Oh, thank the heavens..." the man finally said. "My car broke down and I was trapped in there for three days..."
Was there anything you wanted to ask the man?
Kanasanan:
Health: Full
Stamina: High
Sustenance: High
Stress: Low (Falling)
Equipment: Eight cans of food, four water bottles, combat knife, map, three candles, matchbox, lighter, deck of playing cards, spoon, flashlight, a roll of toilet paper, a bottle of painkillers.
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