PASS

Dazed, but not confused, Lincoln is already at work fiddling with the door behind you. The giant city's air is now filled with near-mitigational running of what you could only assume to be more of those people who attacked you in Grand Central. You bite your tongue to keep from saying "Hurry up...!" as you know it usually does nothing but distract anyone from doing anything to tell you to shut up.

Still, with the sounds fast approaching, any time now would be a great time.

After what seems like hours, you hear the door open and people funneling in. You and Raph remain, covering them while they enter the building. A look back and then a look towards him. He nods for you to join them and you don't even waste a second thought in arguing. He's right behind you anyway, as he accidentally bumps into you as you enter the doorway.

The second you two are through, Brent moves with the quickness, locking the door behind you. You all just manage to get out of sight before the movie-perfect coincidence of them just arriving occurs.

They are just as badly bruised and boiled as the arm you and Brent looked over. Flesh seemed to be sagging off them, if not nearly ripped off. This couldn't be real. But they were still... living, I guess. A few with severe cuts and gashes dropped on the floor, quickly succumbing to death. The group around them didn't even seem to notice.

You sit there trying to make a decision. With those who just fell dead, there are about eight of them. Two more than your group. You size up Raph and Brent. That could be four down just between them. You have an axe, so that's at least two. and two between Brent and the girls? Those odds are just of course speculation. But from what was told to you by Brent, Raph did handle his Train Car by himself...

"HOLY SHIT, RUN!!!"

You look around to see who was stupid enough to give away your position... but everyone else is stunned. No one in there said it. And to be honest, it did sound far away. Survivors. The people outside came to that conclusion too. They turned back towards the area they came from and bolted, trampling over their recently deceased members. This could be your chance to get into the Verizon Building, as it's just a half a block away.

But... can you leave those people out there to die?

Option 1.) Head to the Verizon Communications while they are distracted. (1-10 Evens/Odd)
Option 2.) While they are focusing on getting the survivors, come up behind them and blind side them (1-10 Evens/Odd)
Option 3.) Wait a few minutes to see if they come back with lesser numbers, and then try to pick them off? (1-10 Evens/Odd)
Option 4.) Wait a few minutes to see what happens.
Option 5.) Go through this building and try to get a radio working, maybe something's broadcasting

PASS

"We gotta help them," You state as you open the door. Raph and Brent look at each other and ready their weapons.

"No, we don't! Who put you in charge?!"

"No one, Lincoln." You don't waste any more words. Just a nod to Raph. He nods back and opens the door. Your heart is beating faster. You're not even sure if you heard Raph tell you it's the right choice or not. He might have said wrong. You cant be sure. All you know is that you might have chose to lead these people to their deaths.

You quickly turn to your left to make sure you're not walking directly into them... also so you don't have to look at those diseased people they just trampled to find those survivors. "All Clear behind us," shocks you. Thank God Brent had the good sense to make sure you weren't going to get attacked from behind. You turn slightly and nod. It's not hard to see them. Nor hear them. The survivors are putting up a feeble fight. Any more wasted time and they'll be dead.

"Maybe you two should wait with Lincoln," Raph offers. Thank God he did. you didn't want to be the one to tell the girls to wait. That seemed... wrong, somehow.

"And see if you can get him some food. He might crash soon." The women look at each other and nod. Lincoln seemed relieved. He doesn't offer a fight and goes back into the building before the women do.

"Hey, Nicolette," You begin, keeping her from returning with Lincoln. Bobby stops as well. "You two... if we run past the building and they are following us... don't call out to us. Don't follow us. We'll lead them away from the buildings. You try to get in there and make a call for help. We'll try to make it.. but if we don't in about two hours after we run... just survive."

Raph looks away at this moment as Brent looks down. It's starting to really hit home. This is life or death. But they are not wavering.

You three wait until the girls close and lock the door behind you... then you take off in a sprint. Raph and Brent, in an unusual display of unspoken synchronization and athleticism bend down while running, scoop up some debris and hurl it at the mob. Two direct hits, although Brent's projectile actually seems to knock one of them out. Barely able to contain his glee, the little bit of triumphant laughter is exactly what you need to get yourself into good spirits again. It's now seven against six and you guys are coming with weapons. You got this.

Or... They got it. By the time the group of diseased looking people turn around, Brent is high in the air with his bat pointed straight into a large diseased head, plunging it down like a stake. He barely has enough time to see three of those diseased people start to descend on him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Raph whipping his make-shift staff around his body, trying to build up sufficient force for a powerful blow. He gets it in spades. All three of the diseased's attention turns to the commotion, giving enough time for Brent to crawl away unharmed... but not fast enough to keep from being splattered from ick as Raph's staff cracks all their heads with one powerful swipe. You don't know if the disease makes these people weaker or if that blow was just that strong, but they all crumble and don't move after the hit.

From your positions, you and Brent look at Raph. He shrugs. "Some people played Basketball. I learned Kung Fu." Readying his staff again, he thrusts his weapon just inches next to your head, making a dull crack sound behind you. It doesn't take you long to realize you should pivot with your axe out, slapping the now dazed diseased person so hard that he does a 180 in the air before falling down, motionless. You don't stop there, as you turn around, gaining momentum as you jab the flat length of the axe head into another diseased person before bringing it up into his chin, knocking another one down. It's now Raph's turn to look at you.

"I watch a lot of movies." The corny joke just seems funnier. You guys did it. The group of three survivors managed to take down the last one before getting their bearings. One of them is severely injured., the other two superficially so. Raph lifts the severely injured girl up after you check to see if it's a good idea. Brent offers a shoulder to the guy who's limping. And you just walk beside the last girl, who's just thankful to be around more people who aren't diseased.

You go to the office building, calling inside that it's clear. Nicolette and Bobby gather supplies they found while Lincoln casually helps himself to a sandwich that he just made. At this moment, you're still on a high from winning, so you don't say a word. You manage to make it the the Verizon building without any problems. The doors are heavy and lockable, and best yet, open inwards. Good. But just for extra security, desk is moved in front of the doors.

More empty clothes on the floor, a few dead bodies including a security guard and someone who was very well dressed liter the floor. Many signs telling the ways to the stairs, elevators, different offices, bathrooms, anything you could ask from this building. There's light in this building. You assume that under a time of duress, they probably have a separate generator to keep communication going. It looks like this was a good choice



Option 1.) Ask the Survivors their story.
Option 2.) Secure the bodies in the entry lounge (1-10 Evens/Odd)
Option 3.) Take the stairs up.
Option 4.) Take the elevators.
Option 5.) Patch everyone up before you go anywhere.

FAIL

Security, eh? They have great things on them. Like keys and id cards that open doors. That might be of some use.

"Hey, Raph?"

You broke his attention from secreting eying one of the new girls. She was stunningly beautiful, model-esque, but was this really the time? "WhaYeah?"

"Why don't you check this guy over here for keys or something?"

"No fucking way."

"Come on, what's the problem?! He's dead! He's not going to bite you!"

"And be sure to tell yourself that as you go groping around dead guy," This brought a smile on that beautiful girl's face. Denied you and got style points with her. Oh, he's good.

You turn to Brent who's suddenly taken to lamenting the phone line being cut. Lincoln points to his arm. You're near sure that Bobby flipped you off.

"I'll offer you moral support." Even Nicolette turned on you. Time to face facts. If you're going to find whatever is on the Security guy, you're going to have to do the spelunking yourself. Getting down on your haunches, you remind yourself that this is just like the time Prof. Spellman took your class to the morgue to get used to the feel of cutting open bodies. Jack paid you ten bucks to squeeze the lungs with your bare hands. This is just going into his pockets. Completely different.

Your right hand eases into his pocket, but you can't put it in as much as you want. He's lying on his front. Any attempts to move him to a workable angle while trying to fish in his pockets fail horribly.

"Anyone at least want to give me a hand with this?!"

Raph's make shift staff moves near you and proceeds to move under the security guard to prop him up. You look back to say something, but you just can't bring yourself to. Freaking wusses. You put your hand in deeper into the pocket... but somehow it's tighter, harder to get in. You turn your head and close your eyes like everyone does when they just want to focus on feeling about for something, but to no avail. It doesn't get easier any way you position yourself. It's almost like the pocket is constricting around you. You're failing at putting your hand into a pocket. That is a level of stupidity you don't feel like sharing.

Opening your eyes, you look at the pocket of thwarting... to discover blood covering up to your wrist. Congealing blood. Did you hit a section of his flesh that was bruised? You look him over. In fact, you don't even see a blood pool around him. So where did this blood come fr...

"Whoa!" Your sudden movement shocks everyone in the entry way. It squeezed you. The blood squeezed you! And not only that, it's rising up your arm and pulling you towards the pocket. Brent comes over at your yelp to see what's wrong.. and sees the same. He immediately grabs hold of your shoulders and tries to pull you away, but the blood isn't letting you go. The security guy's body begins to pulsate. The muscles aren't moving, and this guy is definitely dead... but something in his body is very much alive and ticked at your for disturbing it.

Your skin that is being covered by this blood is definitely getting warmer. Hot, even. Uncomfortably so. You try to stand up, but the body moves in tandem with you like you were attached. Hell, you are attached. Raph begins to beat the body with the staff, trying to... who cares what he's trying to do, your hand is being burned by moving blood! It's kind of hard to focus on anything else. Lincoln and Bobby got to your side, pulling at you also. You can feel the Blood's grip loosening, but it's doing it's damnest to make you hurt in the mean time.

You assume some of it is actually caused by Raph's beating. There's now visible reaction at the spot that the staff makes contact, almost a pushing back under the skin. With each strike, the reaction grows. Everyone can now see something under the skin trying to grab at the staff, but being restrained by skin. All that's left is your finger tips.

Raph takes a leap and brings the staff down with his entire body weight, moving to do it again... But one was enough. The blood lets go of you and bursts at the spot where it was hit in the body, reaching upwards but just missing the staff by just centimeters. You're free, and the entire group goes crashing on the floor. You all are met with the sight of living, free standing black ooze, bursting out of the dead body at about two feet. You count the seconds it stands there. 5, 10, 15 seconds. It then sinks back into the body like a cautious snake retreating back into it's hole.

While you'd like to be stunned silent like everyone else, you're just remembering how much your arm is in pain. Find a first aid kit. Fast.

Saving throw: (1-10 evens)

PASS

Luckily, you're by a security check point. By law or something, they are required to at least have a First Aid Kit on hand. A quick look around the security check point yields on. With Pain relievers, also. And people laughed at you for learning how to bandage yourself. The skin that the "blood" covered is red, but it's workable. You'll be fine.

"What... the FUCK?" Lincoln offered in his usual way. But you can't blame him. Blood attacked you. It moved around in a dead person's body and tried to defend itself. And if that wasn't enough, it stuck itself out of the body again.

This time, it was reaching, straining towards you and the group. Wisely, you all move to the side... but it's still reaching. Following the directional path, it's trying for the door. But between the door and it are the other survivors. They follow your idea, as being in the path of sentient, straining blood is quite unsettling.

But the blood follows the movement of the Survivors. The less injured one that Raph was trying to hit on moves out of the way without the Blood not caring a bit. The other girl moves too, reflectively leaving the guy by himself. The blood still reached in his direction.

He moved, the blood moved.

"Nah... No... Fuck this. Fuck THIS! WHAT IS THAT SHIT, MAN?! WHY ME?! NAH, MAN, NAH!! I'M NOT TAKING THIS SHIT!!" Hobbling onto his feet, The guy miraculously moved the desk out of the way and opened the door. "I'm GONE. Fuck that. I didn't do NOTHING, man. NOTHING." That was the last thing he said before leaving all of you.

"Simone," the less injured girl said. "We can't leave him out there. He can barely walk. We have to go with him." The girl you now know as Simone looked unsure. She looked at her friend or sister or whatever dejectedly, then looked at your group. Especially to Raph.

"Really. You're going to leave us for them? You don't even know them, girl. That's wrong. That's really wrong." The less injured girl shot a look at Simone that even made you feel guilty, and you didn't do a damn thing to her. She left two seconds after that, calling out for the guy, or Ramon as she yelled.

Simone looked as as her Acquaintance exited the building. It's clear to see on her face that she was fighting a war inside her: Loyalty to her friends or Plain Survival. In a desperate but justified plea, she turned to you all and stated her case. "I... I don't know you people. I don't even know your names. Hell, I don't even know what's going on. All I know is that a whole bunch of weird shit happened a while ago and... well, you saw. Just a few minutes ago, I prayed to God and tried to make peace with my death. Those... people had us dead to rights. Then you came. Descended like Angels from God, answering my prayer. There were ten of us, and we dwindled in minutes, all of them trying to fight them off. I don't know why, but you are the only people I seen who actually fought and won. I don't know what you're doing. I don't know why you're here... but... please. We need you. Please come with us. We'll find somewhere else. Please."

By then, tears streamed down her face. But it didn't affect her plea any. It was well spoken, it was direct. And it touched members of your group. Without waiting for an answer, She turned and left.

Raph moved after her before Lincoln grabbed his arm. "You can't be serious, Raph. Not over a piece of tail."

"They won't survive without us." You never head Raph with a more deadly serious tone in your life. He meant going after them.

"Bullshit, man. Don't you pull that with me. You saw something you liked in her, fine. But this isn't the Puerto Rican Day, man. We're not here to pick up Chicks. In case you haven't realized, shit isn't going that well." Lincoln gestures to the blood, causing you all to look.

It's not doing to good... as far as you can tell. From the area it's pointing, you can probably tell Ramon's relative position outside. But the major thing is how the blood is now vibrating. Like a bubble on an amp that's being turn up to high slowly. The vibrations get more violent. You all take a step back... rightly so, as in a last ditch effort, it lunges towards the assumed location of Ramon, strong enough to move the Security Guy's body a half a foot, before collapsing on the floor, smoking as it slowly disappear.

Bobby, almost as if she was trying to convince herself that she should follow through, gingerly walks up to Raph and puts a hand on her shoulder. "I don't... I don't mean to sound selfish.... But Raph, we can't risk it. N... not even thinking about what's out there... but tha... that stuff wanted Ramon. Like a Crack fiend. Look at what happened. I understand how he feels. It's taking every ounce of my w...will power to speak normally. I want to run. I want to hide... but I'll be dead. We'll all would be if we start letting feelings like that get in the way."

"Bobby's right, Raph," Brent tries. "That same stuff dropped out of those guys at the ticket office. It might be in every body here. If this likes Ramon, it might all like Ramon."

Option 1.) Side with Raph, as no one should be left alone. Maybe you should find new locations if there's this black stuff in here.
Option 2.) Side with Raph, as no one should be left alone. Convince them to come back (1-10 Evens/Odd)
Option 3.) Side with Raph, even if it means splitting up.
Option 4.) Side with everyone else. It was hell to get here. Too bad for them.
Option 5.) Let them do some decisions while you go off and try to call your friends. (1-10 Evens/Odd)

"Raph... Don't..." Nicolette got in front of him to look him in the eyes. You didn't envy him now. Her eyes were will breakers. He tried to look away, but he just couldn't. She took his hand into his, and you could see how painful it is for him. It wasn't about how hot that girl was... it was about trying to save everyone he could.

"Raph," You start, but you don't get a chance to finish. He breaks away from all of you angrily and walks off. When he gets to the body of the security guard, he swings his staff like a Golf club, knocking the body to the side. That was about venting, pure and simple. You don't think you're going to get more conversation out of him.

Lincoln clears his throat. Oddly, he's being strangely tactful after his initial outburst. "There's a switchboard dealie on the fourth floor. Maybe we should make tracks for that." You all nod your agreements and make your way to towards the elevator and stairs. Since you couldn't see before, with the Security Check Point blocking your line of sight, the bottom half of the elevator doors are bathed with blood, almost reaching to the metal detector about 15 feet away.

Something tells you that riding this would be very bad for your waning. fragile sanity. Brent openly muses the stairs, and you all follow suit... Save for Raph. Brent, Lincoln, Bobby and yourself file into the stairwell, but Nicolette lingers, looking towards the general direction of where Raph was standing.

"Look, yeah, I haven't been the most sensitive guy here, I'll admit that. But this is fucked up stuff happening. As much as I think those people were stupid, I want to thank them. There are people out there. We're not alone. And there's a chance that our loved ones are alive. We need to press on to get to them. We need to find out how they're doing so we can help them if need be." Brent is continuing to shock you.

"And would you have us abandon them if they went off and did something stupid," Raph asked, still in the waiting hall but not in the stairwell. He must have his back against the wall out there, because even though you can't see him, he sounds very close. "... Or would you have us run headlong into whatever shit they're getting themselves into to save them?"

You wait a few seconds for an answer from either one of them. They are bringing up points you might have to deal with in the future. Was this a trail run to see how hard these people would fight for your loved ones if push came to shove? Could you really trust that they would put themselves behind the survival of your loved ones?

The only answer you get is Lincoln turn and slowly ascending the stairs. A stalemate? No. Raph got his point across. Even to you. It seems once you all did get back in touch with out loved ones, you'd fracture off. You don't know how you feel about that, since you'd probably be dead without them, and the same for them.

Nicolette reached out towards what could only be Raph. She stood there for a while, looking. You see her arm eventually get slack and the figure of Raph walking into the stairwell. If it was only a moment sooner...

You all hear a faint, but distinct trio of blood curdling screams, then silence. It's now a moot point. Tears start flowing down Raph's face. His head turns back towards the entry, but Nicolette reflexively tugs on him. "Don't. Let's just go."

And they ascend the stairs, Nicolette leading him the whole time.

You get to the fourth floor... but you weren't the only one with this idea, it seems. Another body lays on the ground with a id card in hand, one you hold corresponds with the lock on the door. As you are a little gunshy about handling looting, Brent squats down and takes the card without a problem. One swipe and you're in.

Everything you've seen about phone switchboards in the movies has been validating. Huge servers, modernized switchboards, even down to the coffee machines in the breakroom.

Ahh, the breakroom. A very good idea. You don't know how long it has been since you ate something, but you feel positively starved at this point. You suggest you grab some coffee and possibly one of these danishes left over from the day and get your mind straight.

Doesn't fly real well.

"Look, we shouldn't waste any more time. We're here, and I need to know if Molly is ok. Take whatever you need to eat to go, because once we get word, we should move out." That was Brent's take on things.

"There seems to be a major power outage in this city, Brent. How do you even know she can get a dialtone? The cops. We should give them a call to see if they can send someone out to help us. Then, we can call Molly and have them take us to her also," Another good idea from Bobby.

"Bobby, are you kidding me? Cops? Now? Even if they are alive, they are going everyone man for themselves. Listen, I didn't want to say anything before because it seemed... well like we were going to die in two seconds anyway. But my cousin and her family live on Long Island. Yes, I know. an hour and a half away by car. But they have a boat. And they are paranoid, ever since the attacks. They would have changed their machine message to tell the rest of the family what they are doing if another attack occurred, so we'd know if the boat is still there or not with just one call. We need to stock up and leave this place, hoping it's only the city."

"Brent's possibly right, but if we were going to do something like that, we should probably just walk the PATH line to New Jersey. I don't know of anyone out there personally with boats, but there has to be some." Nicolette offered her suggestion.

It's become clear to you that whoever makes a call first or whoever gets their decision backed up is probably the person who's going to be leading your next endeavor.

Option 1.) Call Molly
Option 2.) Call the Cops
Option 3.) Call Lincoln's cousin
Option 4.) Walk the PATH
Option 5.) Call YOUR friends, with the certifiable fortress.

Raph hasn't really said anything since the screams. He's the only one who doesn't have a set plan besides yourself. So, the decision stays on your shoulders. The more you think about your friends, the more you kind of feel selfish for inviting yourself and a few others over to their safe area. You know their uncle was paranoid, stockpiling food and water in case of another attack on the city, but you don't think he planned on sustaining more than three.

Brent and Molly's situation is probably the same deal. If cops were still around, you'd think you'd hear sirens or gunfire trying to scare these things off. And the Path? Well, you heard them in Grand Central... do you really want to risk the trip in the dark underground?

"Lincoln, can you sail the boat?"

"Yeah, I spent a few summer vacations with them."

You can't bare to look at the eyes of everyone else, Especially Brent, but even still you give the nod to Lincoln. "It's a way out, guys."

"It's Long Island! Are you kidding me?! It would take an hour to get there by car! Most of the cars are overturned and flipped! How are we going to get there?!"

"Look, I don't know! But what if this isn't only on the island?! What if whatever this is turns out to be wide spread?! We'll get further inland and we'll be trapped. The best bet would be to always have some place to escape to. Besides, it's just a call. We get information and we go from there."

No one other than Lincoln seems alright with the plan, but he responds to your nod. You two, with Nicolette in tow, leave the lunch nook and make your way to where all the large and humming equipment is. Phones are plenty here, but not all with a dial tone. You finally find one that works and call Lincoln over. You don't know why, but you find yourself holding your breath as he dials.

"It's Ringing!" He says excitedly, shutting up to listen. You can see the mix of hope and fear in his eyes, wishing beyond it all that he can hear his family's voice and for it to be alright. But reality now is crueler than that. His remain cheer drains from his face, leaving a mask of despair instead. He drops the phone, staring into space as if the message erased his being.

He doesn't respond to your or Nicolette's prompts. While she continues to get through to him, you hang up the phone and hope *69 works. It does. and you hear what Lincoln heard.

"... *bzzt* 's dead. Mo... *bzzt* ...ter she fell. Blood everywhere. Sh... Sh kille... *bzzt* ...ad! Ripped him apart! *bzzt* ..coln, stay aw... Oh, Danny! DANNY! What happened to you?! Did Gran... Danny? DANNY?!"

The rest were screams and death rattles. And what could only be taken as tearing. Of what, you knew but didn't want to admit.

"I got to go..." Lincoln turned around and left the area, making tracks for the exit. He wasn't listening, he wasn't even paying attention. He was of the single mind of getting to his family's house, even if he knew the outcome to be disturbing and grim.

"Guys, Lincoln is leaving!" Nicolette sounded, causing everyone to get to their feet and move towards you. Luckily, at this time you just caught up to him in time and held him back with your weight. He isn't physically strong, so it's not really that hard.

"What happened," Bobby looked concerned. She adopted her fidgety stance which you've gotten to know quite well, as she adopts it when things don't seem to be going right.

"Lincoln called his family. I didn't hear what happened, but those two did and now Lincoln won't talk to us."

"The Answering Machine message that was left was..." How do you put it, with Lincoln right here?

"I need to get to them." Lincoln's voice jolted the whole group. It was serious and grave, a far cry to how he normally sounds.

"Oh, Bullshit!" The normally reserved Brent was actually livid. "Like you're the only person with people to worry about?! What about Molly, huh?! you want us to go running off in that because you're upset?! Other people are here too!

You aren't sure how, but Lincoln deftly shrugged you off and made it over to Brent. Before you can get an eye on what's happening, you hear a solid *POP*. You see Brent holding the right side of his face while Lincoln has his fist still clenched. Without another word, Brent leaps on Lincoln. Whether be tension, true hostility, or worry, you just don't know. But these two aren't pulling any punches.

Bobby screams as Nicolette and you pick one of the brawlers and tries to pull them off each other. It is hard. These two want blood, and can't see anything but that goal. Nicolette just isn't big enough to have any difference on what Brent does, and Lincoln is moving like a wild man, hard to get a hold of.

"RAPHAEL, DO SOMETHING!" Bobby turns and screams. You didn't notice, but Raph has been looking on without and attempt to do anything. In the brief few hours that you've known him, that seems completely out of place. Everyone is falling apart.

"PLEASE!" His indifference doesn't leave his face, but he drops his staff and walks over. A wild swing by Lincoln is caught at the wrist and pulled down roughly at an awkward angle. Capitalizing on his foe being restrained, Brent cocks his fist, ready to left a blow fly. But not before Raph steps in between the two, still hold onto Lincoln's wrist behind his back, a motion that brings Lincoln to his knees. He just stares into Brent's eyes. Not threatening, no anger... just dead. Things seemed to stop for now.

"We can't do this!" You yell. "Not now! We are all we freaking have! Just... PLEASE. Let's talk! We all have good points, but we can't do ANY of this alone." Raph lets go of Lincoln's wrist and walks to a wall, leaning against it and turning his head to look off into nothing. You start to wonder if he even wants to be around you guys any more.

Bobby, on the other hand, is starting to break down due to the lack of cohesion. It's pretty obvious she held onto the semblance of order within your group as her rock. Who can blame her? This situation is just fucked up enough that even you'll probably need something once the initial shock wears off. Holding on to civilization is as good of a start as any. Maybe you'll start to lead, for her... and your sakes.

"Our heads need to be cool, we need to talk about what has to happen..." You start.

"I need to get to my family. That needs to happen."

"And I need to get to Molly, she's my family."

Option 1.) Convince Brent to go to get the Boat (1-10 Evens/Odd)
Option 2.) Convince Lincoln to get Molly (1-10 Evens/Odd)
Option 3.) Go with Brent, but it might split the group
Option 4.) Go with Lincoln, but it might split the group
Option 5.) Dial 411 or Emergency services beforehand. You might get lucky and get some info about what's working and conditions for the island and beyond (1-10 Evens/Odd)