The unDead Shall Crawl and Devour Us All -- It's Zombie Week!

[entro_pist]

Characters: All are welcome
When: During the zombie/monster/ghoul attack (more toward the beginning)
Where: Inside the Complex
What: In a battle of living versus undead, who will survive and who will fall victim to this hideous disease as it spreads throughout the Complex?!
Warnings: gore/violence/vore/language/Roman

Notes: This post is open to the

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[sugarclown]

Harley had let the Joker go, for now. It was hard keeping up with him sometimes and she needed a rest. If he needed her, she'd feel it. They were so in tune like that. Synchronized. Connected. It was this whole emotional thing that went beyond love. That's why it seemed like he hated her and wanted her to die all the time. What he really meant when he slapped her around and growled at her was "I could never live without you, Harley, you're my soul mate!"

At least, that's what she told herself.

The thought of how much he loved her kept her spirits up during those times when he needed some space. Just like now. It was only when the creepy shuffling and low groaning of those ugly, dirty, homeless people got too loud and an explosion went off that she got dressed and went out to look for him.

Looking more like a burlesque queen than a clown in her black and red satin corset and ruffled black panties and fishnets, Harley would have been out of place anywhere other than the spooked-out corridors of the ring.

"Whatever happened here, I like it." She smiled and skipped around the ugly homeless people to find her puddin'.

Why were they moving all slow like that anyway?