We are awakened with the axe....
Who: TEAM FIT BITCH (Bela, Bruce, Tony, Desmond, Lana, Pepper)
What: ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE.
Where: A CITY. :|
When: PORT.
Warnings: SWEARING. VIOLENCE. DEATH. ET CETERA.
Bela curls up with a fence at her back. It's cold, metallic, and the surface under her is smooth. It feels good, considering the rest of her is one large bruise. The space around her feels open--a quick look confirms it. Some kind of foyer, marble and white plaster and silver fixtures.
...And a t-rex stained-glass window, backlit by dirty light. The foyer itself is shadowy, the white tinted blue as the ambient light fades in and out. Chunks of rubble and what looks like ruptured bags of garbage dot the room. Bela drags herself to her feet, trying to bat a chunk of something organic off her slacks, and takes a glance behind her.
The first thing she notices is the fact that there is a Tyrannosaurus skull broken on the marble floor with a corpse smashed underneath it--one that looks like it's been there for some time. Long enough for the smell to go musky rather than putrid. Bela gags and covers her nose, looking up at the remains of the headless dinosaur, the gray bristle of its spine pointing down at her like a spear.
"Brilliant," she mutters.
The sound of movement jerks her attention back to the ground--and, apparently, her company.
What: ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE.
Where: A CITY. :|
When: PORT.
Warnings: SWEARING. VIOLENCE. DEATH. ET CETERA.
Bela curls up with a fence at her back. It's cold, metallic, and the surface under her is smooth. It feels good, considering the rest of her is one large bruise. The space around her feels open--a quick look confirms it. Some kind of foyer, marble and white plaster and silver fixtures.
...And a t-rex stained-glass window, backlit by dirty light. The foyer itself is shadowy, the white tinted blue as the ambient light fades in and out. Chunks of rubble and what looks like ruptured bags of garbage dot the room. Bela drags herself to her feet, trying to bat a chunk of something organic off her slacks, and takes a glance behind her.
The first thing she notices is the fact that there is a Tyrannosaurus skull broken on the marble floor with a corpse smashed underneath it--one that looks like it's been there for some time. Long enough for the smell to go musky rather than putrid. Bela gags and covers her nose, looking up at the remains of the headless dinosaur, the gray bristle of its spine pointing down at her like a spear.
"Brilliant," she mutters.
The sound of movement jerks her attention back to the ground--and, apparently, her company.