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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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?

"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...

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.

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.

[entro_pist]

Except there was far too much blood for it to look like sex aside from the shredding of Harley's clothes and what could be assumed was a look of ecstasy upon her face. The Joker's face, however, was buried against Harley's side where he tore into a deepening wound through various layers of fat, muscle and sinew, all to reach the soft internal viscera within.

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.

I'M SORRY I SUCK AT POSTING D8 *cookies for allll of you!*

[mykindoftwisted]

"Well, hell, looks like we got ourselves a goddamned show." The permanent, fleshless grin on his face seemed to grow wider. He wasn't sure if Harley was having fun or not, but blood, sex, violence, orgasms, gore- really, it was all one and the same as far as Roman was concerned.

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.

[[let me know if I'm stepping on anyones toes for posting again out of turn!]]

[veryusefulbook]

The Princess noted the faceless wonder observing, almost making catcalls at the scene before him. She also noticed that though The Joker had a tendency to get a little feisty during, well, certain circumstances, this was a little much. There really was too much blood and the more The Joker dug his way into Harley's side the more convinced she was that something else had gotten him.

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.

I'm just honoured by your presence~

[sugarclown]

There was no prying the Joker from Harley while she was still warm. Eventually the moans and screams subsided as did the warmth in her body and the blood from her face. A cold spread through her veins. Her head snapped back at an ungodly angle without the strength to keep it up. Her mouth hung open, frozen in a death cry.

The body was limp, if only for a moment. What was silent now moaned differently, thick with hunger. What was Harley rose up from the Joker's embrace and stood with her head still at that backward angle. She moved with slow and deliberate strides towards a nice, warm food source in the form of The Princess, Kara, and Roman.

Till death do us part meant nothing to Harley.

[entro_pist]

He finally tore away from Harley who had gone too cold, scraps of gristle still lodged between his teeth, and rounded wildly on something warmer, fresher. Jaws latched onto the Princess's forearm with an immense pressure and she would soon find herself being mauled by something far worse than the monster she'd come to know so well. Her blackened eyes were met with those of an undead creature, sinister though they no longer possessed the same dark light of intelligence they once held. He'd been reduced to mindlessness in his thirst for carnage.

Both hands lashed out at his new victim when he threw himself upon the Princess, ripping at clothes, skin, hair, whatever he could use to pull her down, his movements disjointed and erratic as he strained against the stiffness of his own decaying body. Harley, though undead, was finally free to crawl about in her own search for blood.

Lawl! <3 U Harley! Also, Thought this Icon was so appropriate. XD

[veryusefulbook]

Harley was working her way around looking at the buffet before her. However, The Joker was the one that got her first. He had snapped his head up and taken her left forearm in his grasp, hungrily ripping through her flesh.

A part of The Princess was in ecstasy as her body hit the floor and his awkwardly limp hands fumbled with her clothes exposing the upper portion of her chest, her skirt in tatters. What brought her back to reality were his eyes. This was his body but his mind was gone. Or rather... misplaced, covered up, his entire body believing it was dead but still living.

That's when she also chanced to notice the bite mark on his arm as his fingers reached for her. The pain was excruciating now but barely any audible screams came from her lips. Something had bitten her Joker. Something had changed him. Without even really thinking it through The Princess retaliated with the first thing that came to mind.

As the Joker writhed above her, biting and tearing at her, even as she felt something entering into her veins that didn't belong she summoned up the shadow from her insides into her mouth and then fought with The Joker. He almost overpowered her. Almost. She flung her arm to the side, lifted up off the ground pushing him up with her chest, and used her right arm to expose his upper shoulder via ripping his clothes. All of which gave her just enough leeway to reach up and bite down hard just above The Joker's newly exposed collar bone just on his shoulder.

No matter how hard he would struggle she would just bite down harder injecting his body with her shadow matter. The very part of her that made her more than human. That made her... her.

Rawr~!

[kara_of_steel]

Things continued to remain 'not a problem' for Roman for only a few more moments. Back in the room Joker and Harley had fled from, another set of screams was dying down. The zombies were having a heck of a time gnawing through Kara's skin of steel, which made it all the more painful for her. Losing herself, she began to lose control of some of her powers. Particularly, her heat vision. As she thrashed about, anything unlucky enough to cross her eyes' path was blasted with a heat ray. Odd pairs of lines were drawn along the walls and ceiling as the coldness began to spread through her.

Kara jolted, her head falling to the floor at a twisted angle as her heat beams finally died down, her eyes closing for a moment. The zombies slowly began to move from her cold body, and her pale bloody form jolted a few more times before she rolled onto her stomach. Her clothing was in tattered, bloody ruins. Zombie Supergirl began to stagger along on her hands and feet. Her senses and powers were dulled, but not gone. A gargled growl sounded from the back of her throat as her hearing reset itself, distinguishing the zombies trudging away from her and the sounds of a scuffle not far off.

She staggered to her feet, her heavy limbs dragging some as she stumbled onward toward the sounds of yelling. She gave an unnatural tilt of her head as she stared at a wall before her, her dark clouded eyes penetrating the wall with dulled x-ray vision that was only enough to render her a blurred image. But it was all she needed. A low moan sounded from her throat as she pressed onward, emerging from the hole she'd blasted in the wall earlier and stumbling upon the scene... Harley, now a zombie as well. Joker, and two others. Her mind only registered that there were four bodies. Two cold, two warm. And as one of the warm bodies was being fed upon, Kara turned her attention to the other. Her powers were slowly settling back into place.

She took a step toward Roman. Another. One more, and just as it looked as though she were about to fall, she suddenly became a slight blur... and then she was directly in front of him, her hands and mouth reaching out toward his throat.