<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Alisia</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 32/33 AC 13 </div></div><br/>It was taking all of her mental resources just to keep herself from giving up. Everything had gone to hell (perhaps literally?) and maybe there wasn't any reason to keep on fighting. But the mental image of the other women being violated lingers in her thoughts...and from the sounds of it it was happening inside the mansion as well. No, she didn't want to become a victim of that!<br/><br/>It took several frantic moments before she found a place where she could find a wall that she could climb to escape. Her unshod feet were taking a beating but she was able to ignore the pain for the moment as she struggled to get atop the wall. Seeing the rest of the city under siege she tries her best to see any avenue for escape. The boats looked promising if she could reach one in time...or maybe she could seek aid from the church, although they clearly had problems of their own, to put it very mildly. Still, she could decide once she got over this wall...<br/><br/>Just as she was about to pull herself over she finds herself jerked back...seems she lingered too long and her pursuer had finally caught up with her! Her fingers scrabbled to find purchase on the wall but her just wasn't strong enough to pull herself away, and she finds herself jerked off her perch, landing on her back with the wind knocked from her from the painful fall. It's actually only minor bruises at best, but it still leaves her prone before the zombie...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ouch</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: schnookums rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: Fight off zombie<br/>Result: 8,<br/>Total: 8<br/><br/>Roll Result: schnookums rolled: 1d6<br/>Comment: Fall<br/>Result: 1,<br/>Total: 1<br/></div></div>