[Notice how one part of the zombie horde seems to get thinner?
Oh, look, it's Mao. He has a sword in one hand and is dragging along a red wagon of comic books in the other.]
Why are there zombies?
[He doesn't seem too fazed, though. He has dealt with zombies many times before, he's just wondering why they're here and where he can haul them off to for experiments.]
[This isn't how he planned his day to go. An early morning bike ride had swiftly turned sour after the first of the drones they encountered turned out to be rotting, shambling undead. Hal and Lois made for the fire station and that is how, at the present time, Earth's Green Lantern is clad in his black and yellow Mayfield FD turnout coat and axing stray zombies in the head.
It's grim work. He has qualms with killing- every sane, ethical person does- and the burden isn't lessened by the thought that he's doing the poor bastards a favor. Giving his gloves a firm tug, the axe handle slightly slippery from water and blood, he hears Lois over the sound of the hose.]
[When did anything in Mayfield ever go as planned? Lois had just started accepting the absurdity that was life in this hellhole. At least they'd gotten some semblance of a normal morning in before all this fell into their laps.
Lois adjusted the helmet on her head to clear her vision, releasing the nozzle on the hose when the lawn finally cleared. She winced a bit at Hal's final thwack of the axe, but ends with an impressed frown.]
There'll be more soon. Especially with how many people we're harboring. What do you think, three-person shifts every half hour?
[His shoulders are already sore from the effort, an ache Hal ignores as he taps the foot of one fallen corpse with the flat of his axe. Dead, well and truly.]
We should probably keep from drawing any more attention to ourselves. Making a racket is probably what got this first wave on us so fast.
[Casting a look around, he stoops to take the ankles of one body, dragging it to the sidewalk like trash for pickup. He removes its suit jacket after a moment of reflection, laying it over the body's head and torso.]
In the meantime, we need to be realistic and start thinking long term. We need to get supplies, as well as... [Hal swallows] We need to get rid of the bodies.
[Lois glanced around at the carnage, the fire truck, and the huddle of people currently taking refuge in their living room. Casting a skeptical glance back at Hal, she shrugged her shoulders.]
Little late for that, don't you think?
[With the first wave dissipated (read: hacked into pieces on their front lawn), Lois climbed off the top of the fire truck and hopped back to ground level. She picked up her own axe that she'd left leaning against the front bumper, dragging it over to where he was and watching his somber moment for the evil dead in question.]
Hey. You didn't have a choice. Besides, they'll probably just wake up in their beds in the morning, arms and legs and creepy apple pie lifestyle all accounted for. [She squeezed his shoulder, offering him the faintest of smiles.] But we do need more food and weapons if we're planning on housing these people for however long this zombpocalypse lasts. Maybe you and Hannibal could make a 711 run while we hold down the fort?
Food for the people we've got holed up here, as much fire power and ammo as people can carry. Hal and Hannibal are making a run as soon as they can manage. How many do you have on your side?
The kids are drones, and took off for school before we knew what was happening. Pyro's on patrol, but I've got one or two on watch here. Still waiting to hear if we have aerial support.
You're welcome to make your way over, if it clears up. We've got a handful and growing out here and a good amount of firepower. Look for the fire truck parked on the front lawn.
I'll let Hal know. Any word on if this zombie thing is permanent, or are people waking up okay in the morning?
[And where was Hannibal? Gleefully enjoying himself is where. Both pistols were in his hands, whining as the recorder whirled even if he had taken the mini discs out adding noise to the moans and groans of the undead. The snarkiest of smirks resided on his face as he took well practiced aim at those he didn't allow close. Yeah- he liked the idea of being able to kick the nasty things around a little to before planting a bullet in them.
Glancing over his shoulder to where Hal and Lois were he grinned again before catching a suited man between the eyes.]
That makes fifteen! Seriously going to have to do better, Jordan, else you're buying dinner next round of meetups. Right, Lois?
[She had to admit, despite all the carnage and the gratuitous violence, Lois was actually having fun. It was like playing House of the Dead, but in real life! Hannibal, though. He might have been enjoying himself a little too much for comfort. She spared him a glance every so often, chuckling to herself at the strange comfort he found in killing off monsters as quickly as physically possible.]
Dinner and drinks, King, [she yelled over the roar of the fire house.] Which means you better pick it up, 'cause I'm already at, what, 45? [Easier to knock out mass amounts when you had a fire truck at your disposal, but that wasn't the point.]
[See King thought it was more like Zombieland. If he could find a piano...
Feeling a hand land on his shoulder he grabbed it at the wrist, twisting around until he heard the sickening pop and the appendage was off. He was quick to spin using the arm as a bat, taking down the now armless zombie before popping a cap in his head. This was the good life- hunting, fighting, and racking up a body count.]
Hoses don't count! That's like cheating on a spelling quiz! Or peeing into a cup and sneaking it in to a doctor's office. [Raising his guns again he took aim, pulled the trigger, and... nothing. Clickclickclick! The look on King's face was more than just a scowl. Not to mention the undead that were quickly closing in on him. Forcing a laugh he quickly jolted away back towards the firetruck not afraid to tuck his tail and run.]
[Lois stifled a snort as she watched Hannibal flail back towards her. She let the hose remain off for a minute, enjoying the scene. Maybe a little too much. But he just looked so funny running from zombies like a little girl. Besides, he probably needed the ego kick.]
Who, me? I'm sorry, I can't right now, I'm too busy faking a urine test...
[OH HEY LOOK, IT'S CROWLEY. And that's one nasty looking bite he has on his neck. Still, he's meandering past with his hands in his pockets, arching a brow over his sunglasses in grim amusement at all the carnage surrounding the fire truck.]
[O HAI CROWLEY. What big gash-in-neck you have! Lois holds her fire with the hose, blinking down at him and squinting to make sure she's seeing right.]
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Oh, look, it's Mao. He has a sword in one hand and is dragging along a red wagon of comic books in the other.]
Why are there zombies?
[He doesn't seem too fazed, though. He has dealt with zombies many times before, he's just wondering why they're here and where he can haul them off to for experiments.]
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You know, at this point I'm not even surprised anymore. [She sprays a few of the zombies to his right, clearing a path for him to approach the truck.]
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[Also, he didn't need your help, really. But he does get closer to the truck, all the while stabbing a few strays in the head.]
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Get inside.
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It's grim work. He has qualms with killing- every sane, ethical person does- and the burden isn't lessened by the thought that he's doing the poor bastards a favor. Giving his gloves a firm tug, the axe handle slightly slippery from water and blood, he hears Lois over the sound of the hose.]
I see them.
[Absolutely not how he planned his day to go.]
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Lois adjusted the helmet on her head to clear her vision, releasing the nozzle on the hose when the lawn finally cleared. She winced a bit at Hal's final thwack of the axe, but ends with an impressed frown.]
There'll be more soon. Especially with how many people we're harboring. What do you think, three-person shifts every half hour?
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We should probably keep from drawing any more attention to ourselves. Making a racket is probably what got this first wave on us so fast.
[Casting a look around, he stoops to take the ankles of one body, dragging it to the sidewalk like trash for pickup. He removes its suit jacket after a moment of reflection, laying it over the body's head and torso.]
In the meantime, we need to be realistic and start thinking long term. We need to get supplies, as well as... [Hal swallows] We need to get rid of the bodies.
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Little late for that, don't you think?
[With the first wave dissipated (read: hacked into pieces on their front lawn), Lois climbed off the top of the fire truck and hopped back to ground level. She picked up her own axe that she'd left leaning against the front bumper, dragging it over to where he was and watching his somber moment for the evil dead in question.]
Hey. You didn't have a choice. Besides, they'll probably just wake up in their beds in the morning, arms and legs and creepy apple pie lifestyle all accounted for. [She squeezed his shoulder, offering him the faintest of smiles.] But we do need more food and weapons if we're planning on housing these people for however long this zombpocalypse lasts. Maybe you and Hannibal could make a 711 run while we hold down the fort?
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You want backup on the supply run, let me know.
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I'll let Hal know. Any word on if this zombie thing is permanent, or are people waking up okay in the morning?
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Glancing over his shoulder to where Hal and Lois were he grinned again before catching a suited man between the eyes.]
That makes fifteen! Seriously going to have to do better, Jordan, else you're buying dinner next round of meetups. Right, Lois?
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Dinner and drinks, King, [she yelled over the roar of the fire house.] Which means you better pick it up, 'cause I'm already at, what, 45? [Easier to knock out mass amounts when you had a fire truck at your disposal, but that wasn't the point.]
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Feeling a hand land on his shoulder he grabbed it at the wrist, twisting around until he heard the sickening pop and the appendage was off. He was quick to spin using the arm as a bat, taking down the now armless zombie before popping a cap in his head. This was the good life- hunting, fighting, and racking up a body count.]
Hoses don't count! That's like cheating on a spelling quiz! Or peeing into a cup and sneaking it in to a doctor's office. [Raising his guns again he took aim, pulled the trigger, and... nothing. Clickclickclick! The look on King's face was more than just a scowl. Not to mention the undead that were quickly closing in on him. Forcing a laugh he quickly jolted away back towards the firetruck not afraid to tuck his tail and run.]
Lane! Little backup would be nice!
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Who, me? I'm sorry, I can't right now, I'm too busy faking a urine test...
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Keeping busy?
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Crowley? That you?
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[He lowers his shades just enough so she can see a flash of yellow snake eyes before he pushes the sunglasses back to their proper place.]
You look like you're holding up alright.
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[She hopped down from the fire truck, glancing him over.]
You feeling okay?
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