The unDead Shall Crawl and Devour Us All -- It's Zombie Week!
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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
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, no!" She groaned. She'd have to take care of this more directly.
Ignoring Harley, she flew to the opening in the wall, blocking the zombies' path as she sent a heat ray across the mass, catching each in turn. Or so she hoped.
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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.
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"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!"
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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.
"Harley! You and Joker have got to get out of here! These things keep coming, and he looks injured. Take him to safety!" She instructed, and sent a few more zombies flying with her fists. She turned in the direction of Harley and Joker again, using her X-Ray vision to scan for a wall that could serve as another exit.
Finding one not too far from them, she took a deep breath and let out as strong a heat beam as she could manage, blasting most of a good-sized hole in the wall. If they needed it any bigger, Harley could manage easy enough with her mallet.
"GO!" Kara yelled, turning back to the zombies whom she'd ignored for just a little too long. They were beginning to surround her. Kara's eyes narrowed, ready for battle.
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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.
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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."
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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 flesh.
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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.
It seemed, though, that this little zombie outbreak was going to end up putting a bit of a damper on his plan.
Still muttering a steady stream of curses, Roman rounded a corner, went down a short hallway, and around another corner- and that was when he saw Harley and the Joker. He stopped abruptly, taking in the scene now before him. Of course, being himself, he wasn't just going to walk away- c'mon. Roman's a lot more fun than that. "Hey! Get a goddamned room, you two!"
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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"Get back!" She yelled, taking out a line of them with her heat vision. That only worked for a moment, until the rest filled in the newly opened space. They were closing in. She'd have to take them all out from the sky again. In an effort to gain herself a little time, she turned a circle with her heat vision, taking out the first line of zombies and a few other unlucky ones. The sounds of gunshot distracted her, making her jump in surprise. Who in the world-?
It didn't matter. She was running out of time. She could tell from the voice that it wasn't Joker, but she doubted either Joker or Harley would have a problem. The person was probably shooting more zombies...
More...-? Kara's heart skipped a beat in fearful realization. She needed to finish these guys off and make sure everyone else was safe! These things must be all over the complex!
"Crap!" She uttered, and began to take to the sky when a woman's screams caught her ears. Her icy hues widened in shocked horror. "Harley?!"
The moment's distraction was just enough to allow one of the zombies below to grab her ankle, yanking her back down to the ground with a thud, denting the ground a bit. Kara groaned. Oh, no! They were nearly on top of her!
"Back off! Get away from me!!" She kicked and punched, but the zombies began to descend...
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After wandering through the halls looking for familiar faces she had begun to notice a pattern. If you were living, they wanted to eat you, if you were dead, it's because they'd already gotten to you and didn't want you anymore.
She saw one man get bit and then moments later turn into one of them. She noted to herself, "Don't let them get you." From that point on she began lining the hallways with new ashen statues of once rotting corpses.
She had heard a particular amount of disturbance down the ways and decided to follow it, curious. There was just so much screaming... she couldn't help herself.
That's when she came to a hallway lined with them. In a breath she turned them to ash, all thirty or so of them. She heard more moaning there way to her from behind, but she couldn't see them yet.
The screaming was continuing though. She walked through the hallway, the ashen statues crumbling to pieces behind her. When she got through it all there was a man, a woman, both of which she didn't know and The Joker laying onto of a familiar face, chewing his way into her side.
The jealousy rose within her but only a laugh came out. She called above the screaming, "Shut up, Whore!" She couldn't tell if they were just having sex right there on the floor or if the joker had become one of them. From the sounds of it, well to her anyway, it was sex.
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She seemed to have stopped fighting him, had given herself up for his consumption and satisfaction. But his hunger was insatiable and her body was growing cold and stale with each passing moment. Soon she would lose all of her appeal as the transmitted virus spread throughout her being. For now she was still half-fresh and he dragged her closer, narrowly choking himself to reach her innermost parts while they were still good.
The other zombies-those few that hadn't been reduced to ash and charred smoldering shells-pressed closer, excited by the small gathering of fresh, living meat.
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Of course, the moaning idiots in the hallway weren't as inclined to sit back, relax, and enjoy as Roman was. Obviously, they'd prove to be an interruption to the little show going on at the moment, but for now- not a problem.
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Then she noticed the bite mark on his arm. The Princess sighed her frustration, looked around at the nearby zombies and as her eyes blinked instead of two pupils were two blackened orbs for eyes. The shadow matter spilled from her mouth in pools and took to devouring the nearby zombies.
With her eyes yet unchanged she stepped forward and attempted to rip The Joker from Harley's side. "JOKER!"
At the same time she called up to the observers, "Aren't you going to do anything!?" On any normal day The Princess would have sat around watching this feast with hungry eyes, laughing with herself, but this wasn't just any normal day.
Besides, if all these wonderful people died she'd have nothing left for herself to torment.
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