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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[kara_of_steel]

Kara had been wandering the halls of the Complex - something she'd taken to doing out of sheer boredom. There didn't seem to be much else she could do during this whole lockdown, so until further notice... she'd just explore a bit. She was in the middle of a hall when suddenly, she paused.

Something... smelled horrible. It nearly made Kara sick to her stomach. And she'd just eaten, too. She wasn't really prepared to lose her tasty lunch, but this smell was too horrible to be ignored. It wasn't just the smell that bothered her. There was a noise. Like people being tortured. It was a constant sound, like ringing in her ears, and she couldn't block it out.

"Augh, what the heck IS that?!" She growled out to no one in particular, pressing her hands to her ears. She looked around for a source of the noise, and found nothing. Nothing... until she turned to her X-Ray vision instead. Through a wall to her right, she saw something that made her eyes widen. Her lips parted to utter a groan of dismay just seconds before the blast went off

[entro_pist]

Unaware of the brave heroine come to his rescue, the Joker writhed against the floor and wall, arms clutching his chest. But the throes of pain that gripped him didn't last long. They began to subside and melt away into the spreading cold inside his body. Yet even that chill was slowly beginning to fade. Was this supposed to be death? How disappointing.

Dazed, the Joker leaned back stiffly against the wall and swallowed dryly, trying to rid his mouth of the taste of rising bile. Blood trickled down his arm from the wound and soaked his sleeve. Amazing how quickly new clothes became bloodstained.

Clouds of smoke drifted over him and through the hallways from the recent explosion. The smoke had temporarily disoriented the zombies but they were slowly making their way out into the halls with the smoke, groaning and rasping and frothing an inky fluid from their jaws.

[sugarclown]

Harley knew she was getting closer because the amount of dirty, homeless people wandering around kept increasing and the sound of fighting was getting louder. Every so often one of the creepy homeless people would lunge at Harley, but she just took it as a compliment.

"Thanks but no thanks, shlubs I got a man already." She smiled and said as she whacked them out of her way with her trusty croquet mallet.

She was having a grand old time until she saw a streak of blonde in the air, crumbling walls, charred bodies and ... "MISTAH J!" She cried and ran to him, beating the crap out of anyone moaning and groaning in her way.

"Awh, puddin'! What happened to ya? You're bleeding again, and... and who is SHE!?"

Harley pointed her mallet in Kara's direction before sending her a look that would have exploded a goat. "This here's my man, ya floozy! Go find your own!"

XD Harley ~<33

[kara_of_steel]

Kara frowned. The smoke rising from the explosion was blocking her vision just a bit, and she made sure to close her eyes before giving a slight cough, to make sure she didn't fry anything she wasn't aiming for. She opened them again and propelled herself into a high-speed twist for a few seconds to clear the smoke from her view.

The first thing she locked eyes on was a lovely woman prancing through the mass of zombies with a... a mallet? Why did that seem familiar? Her eyes narrowed as she watched the woman continue across the room. Her clothes were different, but when she spoke there was no mistaking that accent. Kara's eyes widened. "HarleyQuinn?!" How did she get here?! She and Barbara had taken care of her, Livewire, and Poison Ivy! And she'd said 'Mistah J..." Kara could only assume what that must mean. Great.But there was something rather more important calling her attention. She turned back to the zombie scene and her eyes widened when she noticed that the zombies were heading out of the hole she'd made in the wall. "Ohhh,

[entro_pist]

Kara was right: there certainly was no mistaking that voice. The Joker, even in his reduced state of mind, oriented his head in Harley's direction as she approached. Saying nothing he only stared up at her, dazed and with jaw caught in the open position as if stricken by a case of lockjaw.

More of the ravenous undead were beginning to appear, attracted either by all the activity being generated or by the mere scent of fresh human meat. Through the smoke they swarmed, trampling over the charred remains of their own kind, driven by nothing but sheer, carnal hunger. One of them, a typical Wall Street business executive in expensive loafers and a suit (all scuffed and ruined with blood), lurched toward Harley with a crazed snarl.

teehee <3 Kara <3

[sugarclown]

Well fine, the flying hussy could ignore her all she wanted, as long as she flew away from Harley's man, all was good. With one final fist shake and a raspberry, Harley turned her attentions from Kara to the Joker.

"Puddin', what's wrong? Talk ta me! It's your pooh bear, Harleykins, baby doll!" She pleaded, wiping some drool from his chin with her thumb. She heard the business zombie before she saw him.

"Hold on a sec, mistah J. This will just take a minute." With a wink, she stood up and readied her mallet like it was a golf club.

"Back off, buddy. I don't need insurance or a home loan!" When he got close enough she swung, hitting him in the chin and knocking his head clean off. "FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!"

[kara_of_steel]

Well, Kara had succeeded in downing a whole group of zombies, but there were still more coming! Her eyes widened and she growled. How could she get this problem under control? Also, how was she going to get Harley Quinn and Joker out of there safely? Yes, that was largely a concern on her mind. She knew any of her comrades would do the same. Nobody deserved to die. And Kara wasn't going to abandon them.

She watched Harley Quinn bat a zombie's head clear off and paled ever so slightly, staring with wide eyes for a moment in her surprise. She hadn't remembered Harley being so... violent. She was snapped back to reality when a few groaning bodies came at her from one side. She turned to them and waited until they were close enough before crouching down and giving each of them a swift uppercut, one after the other. They hit the ground and began to stumble to their feet again, more joining them. Kara zapped them and a few others with her heat vision before turning to Harley

[entro_pist]

The zombie's head, upon completing its airborne arc, landed heavily on the floor like a shot cannonball where it bounced once and rolled underfoot the rallying army of undead. Now headless, the zombie staggered away with no sense of direction before it finally toppled over.

Despite the threat of growing danger and the red hot blast of sold metal being vaporized, the Joker's eyes remained fixed on Harley. He rigidly began the process of dragging himself up off the floor, possibly reacting to the hollered command to flee or possibly something else entirely. Gloved fingers flexed, reaching out toward the woman beside him.

[sugarclown]

"Wow, what a shot!" Harley grinned and watched the head sail away, giggling like mad when the body fell over. "HOLE IN ONE! And the crowd goes wiiiiiiiiild~ literally."

She was shook out of her happy trance by the man-stealer calling her name. How the heck did she kno-- oh yeah, famous criminals. Duh!

"Yeah, yeah, we're goin', we're goin'! Sheesh. Pushy, much?" She scoffed at the floating blond before turning to her man. Awh, he was making grabby hands! So ka-yoot!

"I'm right here, puddin'. Let's getcha outta here."

Shouldering her mallet, Harley reached out an arm to help her man up and supported his weight with her body, her ample bosom acting like a pillow for his tired widdle head~ <3.

"Let's go, mistah J. These guys are playin' rough."

[entro_pist]

Clinging sloppily to the offered support, the Joker let Harley lead him through the newly fashioned escape route and then on in whichever direction she pleased. He wasn't about to leave her side. No, for the first time he wanted her company and followed her as closely as possible even while movement independent of her aid became increasingly easier. His jaw released along with his shoulders and he flexed and rolled one after another, tonguing the scarred corners of his mouth. But something was still off, a peculiar disjointedness of movement.

He tipped his head to his shoulder, back arching, then twisted toward Harley, still keeping pace at her side. His head dipped low to rest against her where she had initially pulled and placed him and drew in a long breath through mouth and nose. His cooling tongue, unnaturally dark, touched warm skin just above where Harley's clothes covered her. A low, viscous sound, a growl or quite possibly a chuckle, bubbled up slowly in the back of his throat as he bit down suddenly, savagely, into her

AM I IN THE RIGHT PLACE NOW? D8

[mykindoftwisted]

"Jesus fuckin' christ! The hell is this shit, Night of the Living Dead? Fuck, stay down!" This last exclamation was accompanied by the sharp report of a gun, a series of meaty thumps, and, finally, the sickening crack of bone.

Roman, it seemed, was out and about, and he'd found the zombies.

Zombies weren't what he was really looking for, though. No, what he was looking for was a certain little cunt who'd had the nerve to shoot him- twice- right in the fucking stomach. He'd been stocking up with lots of fun toys lately, and he planned on getting real damned creative with her this time. I mean, sure, only a month's worth of healing might not have done a hell of a lot, and it might make revenge just a bit harder to attain, but he was damn determined to get it anyway

YES 8D

[sugarclown]

It tickled at first, the tongue on her skin. He had never been all frisky before, maybe it was the blood loss. Whatever, Harley was going to take advantage of it. She giggled, "Mistah J, stoooop." It was playful at first. Even as he bit down.

"Puddin'! My goodness! ...That... that really... that HURTS, Puddin'! O-ow, Mistah J. I like it rough but not that-- Mistah J? STOP IT!"

Soon she was screaming, trying to push him off of her, punching him in the head, anything to get him to let go but that only increased the tearing and the pain. Normally she was into a little biting but this was not a little.

[entro_pist]

This was much more than a little. Brutally relentless, the Joker refused to let go and the more Harley screamed and fought, the harder he bit down, grinding his teeth into her. Skin stretched and flesh tore. Blood pumped out of severed surface vessels as he came away with a mouthful of Harley. He didn't chew, too overcome by voracious hunger to bother wasting time, and swallowed the piece whole. He had yet to notice his audience come to view the spectacle and carried on oblivious to Roman's presence.

Struggle as she might, he wasn't about to let Harley get away. Now that he'd had a taste he wanted more more more. He would stop at nothing, not even a mallet to the face if Harley could manage it. Mad with the need for flesh, he forcefully dragged her down to the floor with the bulk of his weight and ripped at the laces of her corset in a gruesome parody of romance until he'd exposed one of her sides. Again teeth sunk into milky, white skin and the rich pinks and crimsons of flesh beneath.

[sugarclown]

Harley had never experienced pain like this in all of her short life. It was searing and raw and strangely... kind of turning her on. The pain in her chest and the heat in her belly were simultaneous and probably wouldn't even exist if it wasn't the Joker ripping her apart with his teeth. It was horrifyingly erotic.

She wouldn't want to die any other way.

"Stay back!" She choked out to Roman, holding a hand out to caution him. It wasn't because she cared for his safety or anything like that, she just didn't want him to separate her from her man. Only the Joker was allowed to touch her like this, rip her apart, bleed her dry. Damn, it was amazing.

Her screams sounded almost melodic. Like a cross between a moan and a song, only high pitched and horror-movie like.

This... this was bliss.

Sorry for my absence! ;o;

[kara_of_steel]

Kara growled as she turned back to the surrounding zombies. Gosh, there were a lot! Where were these things coming from?! Maybe if she could find the source, they'd stop appearing

I are invading your thread. ^_^

[veryusefulbook]

The Princess had awakened in Helena's room. Had wandered into the hallways. Had been greeted with freaks whose flesh had begun to fall off their faces, whose teeth were dripping with thick warm blood. She wouldn't have minded them if they hadn't tried to bite her