Escape from Zombie Park Island

[madface7]

"I don' really mind. Ah mean, better safe than sorry, am I right, lads?" Demo is handing out bottles of beer.

[MadeOfMilk]

We... we got one?

Isaac, for the first time in a while, smiled.

We got one!

And with that, he finally had a clear enough head to do the day's challenge.

1. Give it meat with sleeping pills hidden inside, then drag them while they're unconscious.
2. Drag it to a fenced-off area.
3. Pluck one of the feathers, again while they're still unconscious.
4. When it wakes up, plop a bunch of meat in the enclosure.

[Guma]

. . . Once again, Pico maketh a good point. Thou art scientists; surely thou must haveth the latest technology.

[Huney]

"..."

Dr. Coomer is just staring off into space for a bit, in thought. Four more days of this, four more days of watching his coworkers die. Four more-

"Well, everyone! Let's get back to work!"

[door-kun]

"I agree with Mr. Pico! Why would you make such a disese without a cure. And why kill him and not try to save hus life? You are a monstrous beast!"

[PointMaid]

Look me in the eyes and say that to my face, Pico. I told you I would deal with the situation. And so I did.

[madface7]

"Has bein' a trained mercenary really made me indifferent to all this stuff? Or am I jus' drunk. Probably both."

[Guma]

What right dost thou haveth to dodge the question? As Prince Ralsei hath tolde me, ‘tis indeed possible to make an omelette withoute breaking any eggs.

[KungFuCutbug]

[Pico does, in fact, stare Dr. Frankie dead in the eyes.] “Curin’ him would've dealt with the situation too, dumbass! If you actually cared about the people workin’ here, you would've fuckin’ done that instead of just decidin’ Thrivey wasn't fuckin’ worth it and throwin’ him into a goddamn wormhole! You were smart enough to make this virus—you damn well better be smart enough to make a cure for it!”

[Huney]

"Pico."

Dr. Coomer turns to Pico, his eyes dead serious, his smile completely gone. He looks completely drained, empty.

"There's nothing that can be done. All we can hope for now is that history does not repeat itself."

[madface7]

"When ye work for a crazy lunatic lass who likes seeing people kill each other, it gets easy the subsequent few times." Demo drinks from his bottle and sits down on a deckchair.

[PointMaid]

Dr. Frankie stares right back. Quietly, deliberately, she says, If I could make a cure do you not think I would have used it?

Before storming off to get a gin and tonic, she hands Isaac his score:

Isaac earned scores of 4, 5, 1 and 1 for a final score of 11. The sleeping pills work well again, and he's able to drag the archaeopteryx to the enclosure. But, it wakes up while he's plucking a feather and just plopping a bunch of meat… turns into a reeking disaster area.

[Kennifer]

"Yeah, definitely gonna need a drink after that."

[madface7]

"Yeah, definitely gonna need a drink after that."

Demo passes her a drink.

"Down the hatch, lassie."

[Dookie]

“So anyway...Do we know if anyone else is infected?”

[KungFuCutbug]

“What about those damn pills you took from Isaac last night!? They could've fuckin’ cured Thrivey, right?!” [Pico begins to chase after Dr. Frankie, but immediately trips and collapses onto all fours. Instead of getting back up to continue chasing her though, he just... lies there, crying from rage and slamming his fist on the ground.] “She... could've fuckin’... done somethin’... r-right...?”

[Huney]

"... There's four more days of this, Pico. If you want to keep going, you need to get back up."

[Kennifer]

Demo passes her a drink.

"Down the hatch, lassie."

"Ah thanks!"

Kim downs a good portion in one swig. Much better, she thought.

[PointMaid]

[I noticed you're here but I don't have your challenge entry, Huney, unless I missed it. I'm still waiting on Dr. Coomer, as well as Mr. Skiggs, Akki and Madarame, and William Jennings Bryan]

[KungFuCutbug]

[Pico continues lying on the ground for a moment, even though it feels like hours to him. Then, he slowly gets up and dusts off his clothes.] “Hmph. Four more days of this bullshit, huh.” [It doesn't sound like a very long time, and yet at the same time it sounds like an eternity.] “Well. Today was a learnin’ experience. What the hell did I learn? You better not get bit, or you're a dead motherfucker.”

[Guma]

Doth this meaneth we shouldst listen to that Bodybuildere?

[Kennifer]

"Long as he doesn't end up getting bit, might be a good idea."

Kim downs the rest of her drink.

[Florien]

William Jennings Bryan shows up on the scene at last, with no explanation whatsoever of where he was.

My word, I see you got my message. Indeed, it was Thrivey, and indeed, I pray so hard that God heals people. For my first night, I protected Issac from turning, and for my second, I protected Pico.

He then proceeds to deal with the archaeopteryx problem.

Step 1. Lure the Archaeopteryx with shiny objects, such as gold and silver disks on a chain. It looks like a bird, so surely it likes shiny objects, much like a crow, raven, or magpie.

Step 2. Chain it with silver manacles to a gold post driven into the ground, so it cannot escape.

Step 3. See if it dropped a feather on the way over. If not, try to grab a feather with some silversmith tongs.

Step 4. Take the Thylacine electrocuted with the cattle prod yesterday and give it to the Archaeopteryx to eat.

[KungFuCutbug]

[Pico turns to William with a surprised expression.] “You—you saved me?!” [The shock then morphs to joyful gratitude.] “Thanks, dude! Fuck—I dunno what I would've done if I'd turned into a fuckin’ zombie... Holy shit... Thanks so much. Now how the hell am I gonna repay you for that? I don't wanna leave you hangin’. I'm not a jackass like that.”

[Florien]

Think nothing of it, Pico. I was just making what I believed the right decision. Tobacco may cure lung disease, but I fear this zombie plague is a plague of the blood. I thought that perhaps a dragon could fight it off. I was sorely mistaken. But by my actions, I believe, that since these... undead demons take the minds of those they possess, I may become a target for them, as they will know me as the one thing standing in between them and victory.

And, to the point, I saw you best Doctor Coomer with a single strike. Such fearsome combat prowess could not be allowed to fall into the hands of those demons. That we have lost two innocent lives is a tragedy, and my only goal is that we lose no more. Though, this is only the fourth day, and I suspect we will not be able to leave on the day the next boat arrives until everyone is made sure to be free of this diabolical disease. We may lose many more, but I pray we do not.