don't lose your head
Characters: Those interested parties placed in the Apartments and jemerite
Date: August 7th, Sunday
Summary: Zombie attack.
Warnings: Zombie attack.
Notes: Forward dated to the last day of the storm, backtagging encouraged! Any business not covered by either the 'Victims' or 'Dominique' categories, please feel free to make your own threads and tag amongst each other! Tag format is open, I wrote the starter in prose, but I'd prefer to do the actual tagging in action. Nothing will deter me though, do what's comfortable, kids.
This is open to everyone in the Apartments, but if you would like to interact with Zinc in some way, it'd be helpful if you dropped me a line here, just so I know what's going on. Dominique is, in the end, going to be the one to get Zinc's mind back under control, but fighting with her in the meantime is perfectly acceptable! She has zombie super-strength, and when she goes into crazy attack mode, she really can't feel pain any longer.
It has been a long time since she has... been amongst the masses. She was allowed onto the streets, from time to time, but she kept to dark, quiet places where only the feeders and the rats lurked. It was not safe for her outside. The gangs would like her for their kennels, any patrolling agent of the CDC agent who came across her would find she had not affiliate brand and shoot her immediately. There were others too, Angels of Mercy with sniper rifles who watched from darkened windows, waiting to free the living dead of their shambling torment. Sometimes, Barbet took her out at night to walk, and she could hold onto his arm and pretend to be a human woman again.
There are no such pretenses here. She had been scooped up and carried from the apartments to this horrible place in a flurry of noise and confusion. Worse still, everything about the apartment's confused her mind and annoyed her, the bright colors and strange patterns were distracting and disorienting. It made things difficult, and it saw her slinking back to Gabrielle's side where she could curl up in a ball and pretend to be somewhere other than this brightly colored hell--(the wind howling outside, the sharp scent of anxiety making her blood scream and pull inside of her.)
She can't take it for very long at all. (They're disorganized, weak, vulnerable to her, all of them penned up inside this little place. It was their mistake for treating her like a human, for taking her with them.) The only warning sign she can give is her dark brooding silence, but perhaps that is mistaken for fear of the storm and not heeded at all.
She moves silently, goes in search of the group she had come here with, then she will move on to the others.
It has been too long since there has been human flesh in her teeth. The raw steaks that she has been consuming do not compare, they sated nothing, gave her no pleasure. The animal that is always lurking in the back of her mind rises now to the forefront--(she has feared this. Every moment, every surge and swing of emotion, she has feared this)--and her own will is impotent to rebel.
It is hungry. That is all.
Date: August 7th, Sunday
Summary: Zombie attack.
Warnings: Zombie attack.
Notes: Forward dated to the last day of the storm, backtagging encouraged! Any business not covered by either the 'Victims' or 'Dominique' categories, please feel free to make your own threads and tag amongst each other! Tag format is open, I wrote the starter in prose, but I'd prefer to do the actual tagging in action. Nothing will deter me though, do what's comfortable, kids.
This is open to everyone in the Apartments, but if you would like to interact with Zinc in some way, it'd be helpful if you dropped me a line here, just so I know what's going on. Dominique is, in the end, going to be the one to get Zinc's mind back under control, but fighting with her in the meantime is perfectly acceptable! She has zombie super-strength, and when she goes into crazy attack mode, she really can't feel pain any longer.
It has been a long time since she has... been amongst the masses. She was allowed onto the streets, from time to time, but she kept to dark, quiet places where only the feeders and the rats lurked. It was not safe for her outside. The gangs would like her for their kennels, any patrolling agent of the CDC agent who came across her would find she had not affiliate brand and shoot her immediately. There were others too, Angels of Mercy with sniper rifles who watched from darkened windows, waiting to free the living dead of their shambling torment. Sometimes, Barbet took her out at night to walk, and she could hold onto his arm and pretend to be a human woman again.
There are no such pretenses here. She had been scooped up and carried from the apartments to this horrible place in a flurry of noise and confusion. Worse still, everything about the apartment's confused her mind and annoyed her, the bright colors and strange patterns were distracting and disorienting. It made things difficult, and it saw her slinking back to Gabrielle's side where she could curl up in a ball and pretend to be somewhere other than this brightly colored hell--(the wind howling outside, the sharp scent of anxiety making her blood scream and pull inside of her.)
She can't take it for very long at all. (They're disorganized, weak, vulnerable to her, all of them penned up inside this little place. It was their mistake for treating her like a human, for taking her with them.) The only warning sign she can give is her dark brooding silence, but perhaps that is mistaken for fear of the storm and not heeded at all.
She moves silently, goes in search of the group she had come here with, then she will move on to the others.
It has been too long since there has been human flesh in her teeth. The raw steaks that she has been consuming do not compare, they sated nothing, gave her no pleasure. The animal that is always lurking in the back of her mind rises now to the forefront--(she has feared this. Every moment, every surge and swing of emotion, she has feared this)--and her own will is impotent to rebel.
It is hungry. That is all.