So much dental floss available, so few pockets to carry it in! It's at times like this that you wish you'd invested in a backpack.
Putting your regret at failing to accessorize behind you, you head on over to the window to try to determine your location within the town. It seems that there are quite a lot of buildings nearby, but further away, the trees get denser (and you realise now that they are maple trees), and the buildings get sparser. You surmise that you are approximately in the centre of the town.
As well as a church in the near distance, you see what appears to be a bell tower peeping over the top of the maple trees, and you guess it to belong to a school. Further up and down the road are various shops. Other than the moaning coming from the front door, the morning is eerily still; even the birds are silent. It's as if the earth itself is in mourning for what has happened. If there are other survivors here, they are keeping as quiet as you.
With this knowledge in mind, you head back to the front door and listen to the groaning outside. But the door is pretty sturdy and the moaning is deceptive; you can't tell whether it's one zombie out there, or a hundred.
You dislike the uncertainty of not knowing, so clear a little room in the reception area and begin practising roundhouse kicks. This usually helps clear your mind and focus your energy, and today is no exception. As you practise, you can almost hear your sensei's voice, coaching you in the correct techniques.
Tree identification: success
Listening: failure
Roundhouse kick practice: success (+1 temporary modifier until Nightfall)
I'll give you a bit of time to discuss what you want to do next.
OK guys, what say ye we should do? I'm kinda tempted to go through the front door and smash some head(s). Maybe we could look for a blunt object with longer reach? Maybe if we find some gaffer tape we can attach the scalpel to a stick and have a "ranged" weapon?
Alright, I'm not determining the further course of action now, but there's one genius thing that just popped in to my mind
SINCE THIS IS A DENTIST'S OFFICE, LOOK FOR THE X-RAY ROOM. ENTER IT AND TAKE THE LEAD JACKET/BODY PROTECTOR AND USE IT AS A BODY ARMOR. MAYBE USE A LOT OF FLOSS TO STRAP IT NICE AND TIGHT TO THE BODY. PUT LAB COAT ON TOP AS CAMOUFLAGE. FEEL PROUD.
You head back into the surgery and look at the machine which is undoubtedly the X-ray producing device; it hovers menacingly over the bed. Oddly, you don't see a lead shield anywhere, so decide instead to take the machine apart to hunt for potential sources of lead. Lacking the necessary tools to do this, you attempt to take the machine apart with your bare hands.
The machine puts up a good fight, but eventually succumbs to the might of Big McLarge-Huge. You spend two hours dismantling the parts of the machine as best you can, putting whole parts in one pile, and broken parts (you are mighty, after all, and the machine's inner workings are ever so puny) into another. There is no sign of any lead.
Perplexed, you stand up, and at that point your eye falls on a cord leading away from the machine. You follow it, and after a couple of metres it ends in a sort of button on a handle. This is either the world's most basic joystick, or the trigger button for the X-Ray machine.
Because you are not very intelligent, and skipped school the day that the use of X-Ray machines in the medical field was explained, you weren't to know that a dentist's X-Ray uses a collimator to narrow the focus of the X-Ray beam so that it only scans the jaw and neck area, nor that the dentist merely leaves the room with the portable handle and triggers it from outside, to protect himself from harmful ionising radiation without the need to invest in a costly and cumbersome personal lead shield.
On the other hand, it wasn't a total loss; because you spent 2 hours taking apart the machine, you feel you have a little more knowledge about how electronic systems are put together.
Physical Prowess: success
Chance to learn something from your ill-thought endeavour: critical success, permanent +1 modifier to Electronics/Comms
Locating the small lead head-protector which goes behind the patient's head: failure
**** that. If we've gone with Big McLarge-Huge again, which I approve of, it would only be pitiful and nonsense to make him "cunning". Besides, this is a new setting in the present day, with a zombie apocalypse, I'm sure the same attitude extrapolated to this can be very fun.
Xardob is busy playing some new games he impulsively bought because of the steam sale. Besides, he's not fully caught up in this game, so he said to feel free to get us killed do something awesome.
**** that. If we've gone with Big McLarge-Huge again, which I approve of, it would only be pitiful and nonsense to make him "cunning". Besides, this is a new setting in the present day, with a zombie apocalypse, I'm sure the same attitude extrapolated to this can be very fun.
It's the ****ing post-apocalypse. You're literally one of very few left alive, noone gives half a **** about those concepts now that they have a myriad other concerns just to remain alive.
Agreed. Also, I think Llandy likes her Big McLarge-Huge to be more Sorbo-ish, meaning that while we make unassuming Pharao's swoon, we should be doing the right thing as not to lose her support. As a golden rule, never - ever - lose - the - support - of - the - person - in - charge - of - the - dice!
LOOK AROUND FOR TWO MORE THINGS BEFORE FINALLY MOVING ON. 1) SOMETHING THAT COULD BE USED AS A BLUNT WEAPON, MAYBE A METAL ARM FROM THE THING WE TOOK APART? OR A STICK, OR WHATEVER THAT EXTENDS OUR REACH BEYOND THE RANGE OF OUR ROUNDHOUSE-KICKIN' FEET. 2) SOMETHING SOFT, LIKE PILLOWS, A BLANKET, OR THE LIKES OF IT, THAT COULD BE THROWN OUT OF THE WINDOW TO DAMPEN OUR FALL.
CHECK FOR GOLD, PLATINUM, AND PALLADIUM TO BE USED AS POTENTIAL BARTER. THERE SHOULD BE SOME IN THE DENTISTS OFFICE SOMEWHERE. LOOK FOR THE ALLOY WAFERS.
Because you are not very intelligent, and skipped school the day that the use of X-Ray machines in the medical field was explained, you weren't to know that a dentist's X-Ray uses a collimator to narrow the focus of the X-Ray beam so that it only scans the jaw and neck area, nor that the dentist merely leaves the room with the portable handle and triggers it from outside, to protect himself from harmful ionising radiation without the need to invest in a costly and cumbersome personal lead shield.
You head back into the surgery and begin looking through the pile of unbroken machine parts for something that might suffice as a blunt weapon. After a few minutes of searching you find a steel pole, almost 2ft in length, which formed the arm of the x-ray machine and was previously protected by plastic cladding. The pole is not longer than the reach of your round-house kickin' legs, but since you feel it may come in useful, you push it through the belt of your jeans, so that it can be easily grabbed if needed.
Since you're in a dentist's surgery, you decide to check around for precious metals which you might use for barter. You don't find any, but you do come across a small filing drawer filled with patient records. You search until you come across a record for a patient having a dental crown fitted. The last notes state, "Impression of teeth sent to dental laboratory, await delivery of crown, exp. ETA 2-3 weeks." It seems that the gold for crowns and fillings isn't stored here, but it was worth a try.
Back in the reception area, you strip the cushions from the waiting room benches. You now have a pile of two long cushions, approximately 15cm in thickness, and several small standard cushions, square, 10cm in thickness. You feel these would help break your fall a little, if you had to jump.
Sorry, but for things I have experience of (dentist x-rays, for example) I base the narration on my own knowledge. And my dentist hasn't had those sorts of ginormous lead vests since... oh, 1992? Either my dentist has an awesome x-ray machine that only requires a minimal amount of lead protection around the upper chest, or he doesn't really care about exposing people to carcinogens. Might not seem fair, but it's what Biggie has got.
WONDER TO YOURSELF HOW YOU ENDED UP IN SUCH A ****TY DENTAL OFFICE THAT THEY HAVE NO PRECIOUS ALLOYS FOR FILLINGS OR CROWNS ON PREMISE. IF YOU COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT IT'S BECUASE OF AN ORAL HYGENGE CARTEL, FILLED WITH PEOPLE MOST PETTY AND CRUEL WHO ARE PLAGING MANKIND WITH SUFFERING; DARE TO BE THE MAN THAT CHALLENGES THEIR POWER.
THEN CHECK FOR MAGAZINES IN THE RECEPTION ROOM TO STRAP TO ONE OF YOUR ARMS AS A BITE GUARD.