♣ The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress [Open]

[blackhole_revel]

Who: tact2track, blackhole_revel, _devil_inside and anyone who wants in...
When: Night One; Zombie invasion
Where: Through Solamente Park
Rating: R [swearing, murder of undead things, lots of fun]
Summary: Vortex and Hunt do what they do, with some exploding brains in the process.

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[militisvenator]

The urgent message on his NOC pulled Grant from his walk from the Enforcer Headquarters. It was Mercy and...zombies? He'd heard her and the others talk about them from the shows they'd watched or books they'd read. But where they really here? Well. There were vampires...

Quickly feeling out where Mercy was, Grant put on a burst of speed so he could try and get to her as soon as possible. He didn't have any guns or anything to defend them with. But he couldn't let her run around by herself. After what seemed like forever he caught her running further into the park. And sure enough there were two creatures chasing her. And they smelled so vile.

"Mercy!" He yelled, trying to filter his way to get into step with her without crossing paths with the zombies. Luckily they didn't seem to travel that fast. He caught up with her quickly. "How do we stop them?"

[blackhole_revel]

Slightly out of breath -damnit, she had to pick up with training again, Mercy caught sight of Grant before he shouted, stopping to look behind her, Mercy grabbed onto Grant's arm while watching them.

"You beat the ever loving shit out of them." She had to hope that the movies got that right. That it wasn't some stupid little story and that it fucking worked. "Grab a fucking plank, bat, iron pipe. Shit anything and just swing." Maybe the bridge, they could rip up the bottom.

"The bridge, we'll try that." And if that failed, well, Mercy knew Grant could pack a punch, it was just getting close enough to do enough damage with their fists to make it count. "Come on." Pulling his arm, heading towards the running water and the bridge closest, Mercy hoped to hell they were still slow enough that they could break some of the wooden ledge to use as a bat before the disgusting things caught up.

[militisvenator]

He let her tug her along, he didn't bother looking back. Despite them being undead he could still feel their presence and knew how close they were to them. Grant was busy looking around to find something to help defend themselves with. His eyes fell to the bridge when she spoke, picking up on her idea

[blackhole_revel]

Pausing for a second, her blood running cold, Mercy scrambled across the bridge as Grant turned to face the zombies. God, this didn't feel real. On the other side, Mercy braced herself before kicked at the wooden banister of the bridge, trying to dislodge the beam that held it up from the grass.

She needed to put some strength behind it, kicking out several times and yelling in frustration as it took too long to get it loose. Grant was on his own, weaponless against God knew what.

Were zombies strong? Did they have weapons? What if they got him? What if one of them bit him and all those movies were right? "Come on!" Kicking again and again, pushing her muscles even past the burn, Mercy finally splintered the beam, ignoring the possible splinters to yank the beam free and the one above it to get back to Grant quick.

[militisvenator]

Grant didn't know anything about what the movies said about getting bitten. Or anything of zombies for that matter. But he was going to do his best not to let them touch him. Something about them felt very wrong

/threadjacking 'cause i am allowed! ♥

[_devil_inside]

The report of gunfire was shockingly loud, even over the caterwauling of the undead. The zombie atop the tracker suddenly exploded, sending a chunky blast of guts and other disgusting matter flying in all directions.

But the gunfire didn't stop there. Bullets started whizzing here and there, each one taking out a shuffling corpse until no less than eight lay twitching in the street around Mercy and Grant.

A red-clad figure swaggered from the darkness, white head cocked a bit thoughtfully as he eyes the scene. The smoking pistols still in his hands, he didn't say anything for a bit, but he gave Mercy the tiniest nod of recognition.

Finally shoving the black chromed hand canon in its holster at his left him, he extended that hand to the prone tracker, wiggling a finger as if telling him to get a move on, pardner.

♥♥♥♥

[blackhole_revel]

It was as sudden as lightning, and Mercy jumped just a little as the noise. The smile was gone the minute she got a look at Grant though. "Shit," the beam she worked so hard at pulling apart was dropped to the deck and she moved to her team mates side. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

It didn't matter what you read, what you saw, what world you looked at. Zombie bites were not good, hell, normal bites caused infection and disease -the mouth was like that. But zombie bites, holy hell, zombie bites were like a death card. "Let me see it, let me..."

She pulled his arm out, frowning at the marks in the flesh. Red and angry and, fuck his skin was hot to touch already. "We need something, antibiotics, antiseptic, something." She turned towards Dante, grateful for the save yeah, but not exactly sure how to go about anything at this point. "Any ideas?"

Our hero ♥

[militisvenator]

He didn't think it was possible but the exploding guts made the smell of the zombies even worse. Especially being half covered in them. Grant looked wearily up at the white haired man, then the zombie corpses before giving him a small nod and a weak "Thank you."

Weak? He was only bitten. His head felt light and dizzy, the skin on his arm burning as if he'd stuck it into a furnace. Grant blinked up at Mercy as she went on an anxiety tangent. "It's fine." He said, pulling himself to his feet unsteadily.

"We need to get out of the open, find a place to base, or the others and get to the..the complex." What was the deal? He had to suck it up. They needed to find the others and take refuge. His mind blanked for a moment. He had to find Lauren. "Mercy, we need to find the others."

Yeah, he tries. ^^

[_devil_inside]

"Anytime, dude."

Glancing at Mercy, seeing her fretting over this one, the hunter figured he was one of her group from back home. But they had damned little time for introductions now. More undead would likely be coming, and now that blood had been drawn...well, Dante didn't know about these fuckers, but in his considerable experience, most of 'em were like sharks, they could smell that shit.

To the dude, Dante said promptly, "You need to get your ass outta here, first of all, and get that" the silver pistol waved at the torn skin of his arm, "fixed. Trust me on it. Shit around here's covered with God only knows what, better to be safe than sorry, yeah?"

[blackhole_revel]

Trusting that the big guy knew his shit; he'd never seemed to be riding by the ass of his pants before, Mercy gave a nod, ripping the bottom of her shirt to wrap the fabric around Grant's arm while she listened. "We'll radio them. Jason'll expect a check in, you just know he will."

It didn't matter what sort of shit Grant tried to say, fine wasn't fine and she wasn't taking it. She'd get Jason to order him to the Clinic if she needed to, their mother hen of a CO would likely agree with her on this one.

"Out of the open, where the hell is that? There's no locks on anything." Which was a serious inconvenience. And naturally, Dante had to be right about those undead fucks and the scents. She could hear them. "Let's start moving anyway." There was a reason Mercy took orders rather than giving them.

She was prone to her own internal freak out without them.

[militisvenator]

"It's just a..bite." Just. He'd never been bitten before. And the way this man went on about how cautious to be about it, the way it made him feel, he wouldn't argue. But there were more important people then him in his mind at the moment. "I will." He eventually nodded, not wanting to be rude.

Grant watched Mercy bandage his arm and continue to freak out. He grabbed her arm with the one that wasn't bitten and gave her a firm squeeze. "Be calm, get what you were going to from the bridge and we'll be on our way. Jason is at the complex, I just need to concentrate on finding everyone else." But concentrating was very, very hard for him to do right now.

[_devil_inside]

It was on the tip of his tongue to snap back, "Ain't no fucking thing as just a bite," but he knew better, oh did he ever. They were so damned stubborn, every mother's son of the bitches. Therefore, Dante just shrugged, casually jacked the chamber on the silver pistol and fired, the barrel pointing directly between Mercy and her buddy. The zombie squealed, thrashed and died, just feet away from them.

Dante cut both of them a hard glance. "Suit yourselves. But," he warned, suddenly deadly serious, looking at the other man, "you suddenly sprout anything resembling horns, fangs, claws and or a fuckin' tail, or start cravin' flesh, I'll shoot you right between the eyes, ya follow me?" He held up one gloved hand to forestall indignance.

"I ain't sayin' it to be a mean motherfucker, so don't squawk. I know what I'm talkin' about, so let's just leave it at that, huh?"

[blackhole_revel]

"The fuck you will, Dante." She threw a glare at the man, voice cold and void of her shake, she didn't care if it was a squawk or not, despite the internal freak out. Family was family and the hell if she'd let Grant get that far without treatment. No matter what the tracker said

[militisvenator]

Grant frowned at Dante's words, but he knew he wasn't right. His eyes narrowed at the threat, his voice getting lower than normal. "If I get to that point I'll call you to shoot me myself. I would rather die than become that way. But I would also rather die before I let one of my teammates go off out here alone."

He watched Mercy deflect the zombies into the portal. What was left of his mind that wasn't buzzing contemplating why she hadn't done that in the first place. But that didn't matter anymore, he glanced down at her finger then her. "Radio the others first. Someone else may need to get to the clinic." He severely hoped that person wasn't Lauren.

[_devil_inside]

Yeah, and didn't they all say that, too? Dante's expression didn't change; he simply looked from one to the other, but finally shrugged and adjusted his coat lapels. Yet another reminder why he usually avoided the fucking human race. Ungrateful sonsabitches, the lot of 'em.

"You do that," he tossed off before turning on a heel and heading back the way he'd come, off to slaughter more of the denizens from outside of the city.

[blackhole_revel]

Despite it, Mercy made a face as Dante walked off, mimicking a throttling motion with her hands before sighing. She knew he was helping, hell, he obliterated a pack of the fucking pieces of shit. But it didn't mean she was going to take the cold, hard truth all that well. Least of all when it came to certain people.

"Come on, Grant." She'd direct him to the clinic, she'd get them there while checking on the others with the NOC and figuring out where the hell the team was. Naturally, Jason was the first to call, and to ask if he knew what was going on.

"You good?"