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[prettypuppeteer]

WHO: Machiko prettypuppeteer and Inara elegantthestars
WHAT: Running from zombies.
WHEN: Day 01.
WHERE: Prom.
WARNINGS: The usual.

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[elegantthestars]

When she'd first been approached by the other girl, Inara had felt something akin to elation. Thank goodness, there was another civilised person at this dance. Inara was all about classy affairs and social gatherings, so she'd been excited, initially, for the Prom. That excitement had not lasted long in the face of the overwhelming majority of, well...losers wasn't the word, because it was too crass, but you got the idea.

So when she and Machiko went to the bathroom to freshen their makeup, Inara was only too happen to chat with the other -- about whatever came to mind, really. Having that interrupted was somewhat annoying, to say the least.

"I wouldn't be surprised if one of the more...'sophisticated'" and you could hear the sarcasm like a brick through a window "decided to demonstrate their abilities for others. You know the kind: lifting skirts, invading personal space." She frowned. "We might as well check it out, though, don't you agree?"

[prettypuppeteer]

A third scream convinced Machiko that Inara was right. She looked over at the other woman and nodded.

"That must be it." A wry smile, like she was a little disappointed to miss such a spectacle. "Let's go."

But there wasn't anybody flipping skirts or copping feels.

"My god," she breathed. "Is that woman... chewing on Allison?"

[elegantthestars]

Stepping out from the bathroom, it was all Inara could do not to scream. It took everything she had to remain composed and poised, though her eyes were wide and face white as a ghost's. Her stomach heaved, because, yes, a woman was chewing on another student. And Inara was fairly certain Allison was still alive while it was happening.

Grabbing Machiko's arm, Inara tugged the girl with her toward the wall, not willing to head back into the bathroom for fear of being trapped. The windows in there were narrow and high up -- they'd never be able to escape if someone found them in there.

"Hurry," she hissed, heart pounding. "We have to get out of here!"

[prettypuppeteer]

Not the bathroom. That would get them killed. But where? The place was swarming with zombies.

"Where can we go, though?" Out, maybe? But how? Again, the zombies.

Staring out at the shambling throng, Machiko thought through their options. Getting bitten was probably a bad idea--she had seen 28 Days Later, after all--and it would be painful besides. They had to keep them at least at arm's length.

"We can't attack. We have to just get through the crowd. Just... pick up whatever it takes to keep them back and hit them."

[elegantthestars]

Inara stared at her companion. Was the girl serious? Attack the monsters? There wasn't a weapon-worthy piece of furniture here! She could understand if she had a bow or something, but seriously? A chair leg? Was the girl daft?

"How do you expect us to fight with something from in here?" she asked, still tugging the other along the wall toward the distant exit. At least outside, they could run. Or find a car. Something. "We'd be killed before we had a chance. There's nothing here that's remotely long-range."

She paused. "We should find others, though. We'll be safer with more numbers."