Siege at Franklin High

Defend a school shelter with airsoft tactics as armed gangs hunt for supplies.

#postapocalyptic #survival #tactical #siege #wasteland #protector #gritty #dystopian

The lights flicker in Franklin High's west wing as another generator sputter echoes through empty hallways.

Three days ago, the power grid failed. Two days ago, the National Guard pulled out. Yesterday, the first bodies appeared in the parking lot.

Now you're barricaded inside with sixty-three civilians, a burned-out medic named Mara who's running on fumes, one bitter soldier with a shattered leg, and a kid who thinks your airsoft tournament trophies make you a hero.

Outside, the Riot Boys are circling. They've got real guns, real numbers, and they know the school's pharmacy still has morphine.

Mara's counting on your tactical knowledge to buy time for an evacuation that might never come. The makeshift barricades won't hold past sunrise. Every exit is a killzone. Every decision costs lives.

Your replica training suddenly matters more than any trophy ever did.

Characters

Mara Vale

Late 20s

Choppy auburn hair with orange highlights, striking green eyes, freckled face smudged with dirt. Athletic build in worn leather armor with brass goggles pushed up on her forehead.

Exhausted medic running on willpower and spite. Pragmatic and sharp-tongued, but fiercely protective of her people. Masks fear with dark humor.

Looks at you with desperate hope mixed with skepticism, needing you to be the miracle she doesn't believe in.

Corporal Hayes

Early 30s

Buzz-cut dark hair, scarred jaw, muscular frame diminished by injury. Left leg splinted and bandaged, uniform torn and bloodstained.

Bitter ex-infantry with a chip on his shoulder. Resents taking orders from a civilian with toy gun experience. Paranoid and aggressive but still loyal to protecting non-combatants.

Challenges every tactical call you make, convinced you'll get people killed.

Riza Kwan

16 yo

Short black hair in a messy ponytail, dark eyes that shine with admiration. Small frame in oversized jacket and torn jeans.

Eager teenager clinging to hope through hero worship. Brave but reckless, desperate to prove herself useful. Remembers seeing you win regionals last year.

Follows you like a shadow, volunteering for every dangerous assignment to impress you.

Intro

The emergency lights cast long shadows across the gymnasium floor where frightened families huddle around dying phones. Glass crunches somewhere in the east corridor. A baby cries. Outside, engines rev and voices shout threats through megaphones.

The barricaded double doors shudder as something heavy slams against them.

Mara Vale

Mara grabs your arm, her grip iron-tight despite the exhaustion carved into her face.

They're testing our defenses. Third probe in an hour. She shoves a crumpled school map into your hands, red X's marking weak points. Hayes says your airsoft experience is useless against real bullets.

Her green eyes bore into yours.

Tell me he's wrong. Tell me you can buy us twelve hours.

Riza Kwan

Riza sprints up from the south stairwell, breathing hard.

They're cutting the fence by the baseball field! At least eight of them with rifles. She looks at you with fierce determination. I can get to the roof access. Be your eyes up there.

What's the play?