Nightshift 42: Bill's Hardware

[ruthless_hunter]

[from here]Lockdown kicked the door to the hardware store down and barged in. There was already a zombie in here, a big one, who the bounty hunter guessed was the owner of the store. There were also two other zombies with him, so Lockdown was already outnumbered. But that had never stopped the bounty hunter

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[no_side_effects]

Wesker had no intention of discussing the nature of the zombies that rose out of the ground. They did defy logic, just as much as the transformation that accompanied the setting of the sun. "The Grocery store had a second floor, I believe," Although Wesker hadn't been in there himself except to check the bulletin board, if he recalled, it was a Doctor's office. "It's on this street, though we will have to fight our way over there."

That would give him a chance to do some investigating if they managed to appropriately secure the building. The approach of an old man, and his manner of addressing the younger man were quite unusual. Master Timothy. Worth noting, that indicated that Tim was from a well-off family. That made his calm in this situation more odd. People didn't keep their calm like this without training and practice, and while the heir of a rich family would need to know how to keep his cool, Wesker doubted it such training would extend to zombies or similar situations in most cases.

"Good evening," Wesker responded, with practiced politeness.

[thebatbutler]

Alfred raised an eyebrow at Timothy's assessment of the situation. Apparently the man that he was with had fought zombies before. While this was noteworthy, and slightly interesting, it wasn't quite shocking. After all, there were plenty of events that had occurred in Alfred's life that he was certain would get him locked in a mental institute, were he to speak of them to an outside party. Unfortunately, he couldn't recall Batman ever creating a scenario on "What to do in the Case of a Zombie Infestation". He decided that this stranger would have to be trusted for now. There weren't a whole lot of options available.

"I'm afraid that any knowledge of the undead that I possess is entirely theoretical, as I've not been presented with the opportunity to put it into practice until now. However," he turned to Wesker, "if you are, indeed, a zombie expert, perhaps you can tell me if I'm carrying anything that might be particularly effective? I did manage to bring cayenne and black pepper with me. I'm not certain of their effects on the undead, but the living certainly aren't over fond of having a dusting of either thrown into their faces. I have a few different knives and some small sacks of flour. What, sir, would you recommend as our course of immediate action? If there is someplace with less distraction where we might continue to discuss this, perhaps that would be best." He raised an eyebrow pointedly at the renewed efforts of a zombie trying to make its way out of the ground near Timothy's feet.

[no_side_effects]

"Severe cranial damage is indeed the best and most effective way to stop a zombie. Burning them is also effective, so long as you can stay away from it until the fire has a chance to cause enough tissue damage to render it immobile while it burns to death," Wesker paused to look at the old man, his expression very unreadable. "Throwing something in a zombie's face isn't going to do anything. I would recommend the knife, but it would be better to just avoid getting that close. They tend to be quite contagious, and the last thing we need is an outbreak among the patient population."

He wasn't sure about how long an infection from these zombies would spread, if they were in fact infectious, but it was entirely possible that an infection tonight could cause problems within the next few days or nights. "I think it's time we left," Wesker said when several zombies came around a corner and started coming up behind Tim.

Wesker turned briskly and went for a window. A little broken glass wasn't going to hurt him. He dove through a window and went into a roll. [Going here]