Time to make the doughnuts

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WHO: OPEN
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
WHEN: between Wednesday morning (3/17) and the end of the zombie plot
WARNINGS: prolly icky violence
SUMMARY: ZOMBIE FIGHTINGS. This is an open log, like last time, so go where you will, form your own zombie-killing teams or meet new fellow fighters on the street! Tag yourself in, and use subject headers to indicate

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[ctu_savior]

Now that he had resolved to find a place to live, Jack was on his way to the MAC to take a look at it. He wasn't going to trust any place provided by the Porter, but right now he didn't have many other options. Along the way he did his best to ignore the signs of trouble all around him- abandoned vehicles, vomit on the sidewalk, far-off screams. He also did his best to ignore the rage welling up from deep within him, boiling with the knowledge that a bioterrorism attack was taking place right this instant in one of the largest cities in the United States, and Jack Bauer was doing nothing to stop it while innocent people suffered. Instead, he reminded himself over and over in his head to the beat of his feet on the street: I'm retired. I'm retired. I'm retired. I'm done. I'm re-

And then suddenly there was a young man with no shoes running past him with tears streaming down his face, and behind him there was a thing, too deformed and decayed and damaged by the plague that had ravaged it for the gender of what had once been a human being to be discernible. It groaned and shuffled towards Jack, and before he knew what he was doing the old reflexes had taken over and his gun was in his hand. "Stay where you are!" He yelled futilely. "Stay where you are, get down on the ground, and show me your hands!"

It didn't listen, of course, and Jack fired twice at its heart. The bullets knocked it to the ground, squelching as they pierced rotten flesh, but it got right back up and lunged at him. Even as he was enveloped again dammit again he was supposed to be finished in the stench of death, some part of Jack's mind kept uselessly insisting: I'm retired. I'm retired. I'm retired.

[notadartboard]

The flying kick came out of practically nowhere, as Sanji's powerful legs could launch him from pretty far away. He plowed through the shambling zombie and landed in a clear spot, but then picked up his foot and made a face at the mess on the bottom of his shoe.

"Disgusting," he spat, and then paused to casually light his cigarette before turning to the guy with the gun. "Need a hand?"

[ctu_savior]

Jack stared for a second- how could anyone jump and kick like that?- then made his decision. He put the gun back in his jacket for now; he only had a single clip for it. "Yeah, I need to know where I can find more ammunition immediately, and how to get in contact with whoever's coordinating the response to this thing. I also-"

There was a hideous, bubbling groan from behind him. Jack moved on instinct, instantly slamming his elbow backwards and into the creature's face. There was the sound of bone breaking, but the creature stayed standing, and Jack whirled around to see what had once been an elderly woman in a floral dress reaching for his throat. The zombie's body was soft and rotted, which was why there was so little resistance when Jack's hands shot out, grabbed its head, and twisted its neck around a hundred and eighty degrees with a unsettling wet snap. The former human hit the ground with its head facing backwards, and Jack took a deep breath as he wiped his hands on his jacket. This was going to take a lot of getting used to.

[notadartboard]

Sanji's lips twisted in another expression of disgust. These zombies were different from what he was used to, he could already tell.

"I don't know about ammo," he shrugged. "There's probably a shop somewhere, given how much the people in this place seem to like their guns. The only response I know about is the Lady Liadrin and her people - they're from the world where this mess came from. I'm on my way there now."

He turned sharply, but paused rather than just walk off, no matter how urgent he needed to get to where Liadrin was. "The only thing I know is that these things need to die. They're being used as a puppet army and should be put out of their misery."

[ctu_savior]

Jack nodded, still trying to process the fact that he was actually fighting the living dead, and turned to follow Sanji. "Yeah, alright. Do you have Liadrin's location? I can join you there once I'm better armed."

[notadartboard]

"Uh, sort of." While he walked, Sanji tugged out his comm device and checked it, looking up the image of the hallowed ground Liadrin had formed. In the process, he saw something new had been posted, and it bore a stamp he didn't like. He grumbled to himself and clicked the video, finding it to be far more horrifying than basic zombie hordes. "Shit. Looks like I have somewhere else to be. Can you see...?"

He tried to identify the buildings by their appearance, and then noticed a street sign flash by. "There! This is where we're headed." He turned the comm screen to show the other guy. "Liadrin will be on her way there, too. I can almost guarantee it."

I'm not throwing him into the big rescue log, so I think this is where they part ways

[ctu_savior]

Jack looked at the video and instantly took in the location and the number of hostiles, evaluating the tactical situation. It would be suicide for him to wade into all that with a single partially-used magazine in his weapon. "Got it," he nodded. "I need to split off to secure more ammo, then I'll get there as soon as I can. Will you be able to handle going ahead by yourself?" He didn't see any weapon on the man besides his implausible martial arts abilities, and what he'd seen on the video looked like the kind of fight you wanted to be heavily armed for.

*salute* and happy shootin, Jack

[notadartboard]

Sanji's lips curled into a smug grin. "Damn right I can handle myself. These damn zombies won't even see me coming until it's too late." He nodded, adding, "Don't let them kill you," and then took off running. A thin stream of cigarette smoke showed his path for a moment, and then was gone.