TEAM CHEWBACCA
Who: Leia Organa, Julian Sark, Han Solo, Danny Archer, The sexy medic (Jack Shephard)
What: Zombie port! Killun Star Wars style
When: Let's say the second day, early morning
Where: N'awlins (In a small shelter/house)
Warnings: Guts and gore, Han Solo being a badass, Jack being sexy. Mod NPCs are all good, man.
Leia was on her round of the watch when she heard the now-familiar groan of the undead. The backwater pistol in her had was something unfamiliar to her, as were the bullets, but she had learned quickly enough and now her thick black trousers, boots, blouse and vest nearly bled with the amount of gore soaked in it. Carefully, she looked over to the collection of sleeping bags with the teammates bundled in them before she moved slowly to the window, pistol levelled on the threat she couldn't quite see yet. But, something told her there was danger nearby and so she quickly hurried over to the first sleeping bag and shook its occupant.
"We've got company," she half-whispered, half-demanded as she knelt.
The groan grew louder and the Senator hushed, but continued to keep her weapon trained on the door barely visible through the moonlit room.
What: Zombie port! Killun Star Wars style
When: Let's say the second day, early morning
Where: N'awlins (In a small shelter/house)
Warnings: Guts and gore, Han Solo being a badass, Jack being sexy. Mod NPCs are all good, man.
Leia was on her round of the watch when she heard the now-familiar groan of the undead. The backwater pistol in her had was something unfamiliar to her, as were the bullets, but she had learned quickly enough and now her thick black trousers, boots, blouse and vest nearly bled with the amount of gore soaked in it. Carefully, she looked over to the collection of sleeping bags with the teammates bundled in them before she moved slowly to the window, pistol levelled on the threat she couldn't quite see yet. But, something told her there was danger nearby and so she quickly hurried over to the first sleeping bag and shook its occupant.
"We've got company," she half-whispered, half-demanded as she knelt.
The groan grew louder and the Senator hushed, but continued to keep her weapon trained on the door barely visible through the moonlit room.