Front wall of the school building, Friday (all day)
Dec 09, 2016 13:21
Survivors who had enough mind and memory left to be survivors were mostly smart enough to avoid this entrance by now. If the writhing, glowing, sometimes moaning mass of flesh and moving body shapes (not all of them humanoid) spread across the doors and masonry wasn't enough to spur them to find another way in, then the blind pink face of a former friend or loved one pushing half out of the undulating surface for a moment, mouth open in (agony)(ecstasy)(forever) usually did the trick. Even if it seemed to call to them. Especially if it seemed to call to them.
The thing that used to be Bo wasn't going hungry, though. No hungrier than it had ever been, which was (always)(ravenous)(forever). The mindless ones, the broken ones who couldn't bring themselves to care anymore, the hollow, the warped and the wounded, the strangers when they came, the animals, even, their natural instincts lost... Something always wandered near enough, eventually.
[OOC: open to anyone who feels like fighting, avoiding, vocally or mentally pontificating at, taunting, or otherwise encountering a hungry, sexy wall. As you do. Technically school grounds but posted in dorms comm because it's so not an official school function.]