Who:
a_lost_raven,
axemeaquestionWhen: Forward-dated to tonight.
Where: Outside in the street in general.
Summary: Gil and Rochelle have wonderful timing, as they're both caught out at night. Cool fights happen.
Warnings: Violence and swearing?
She was too late.
Rochelle had only even been out in the darkness once. The other times she was running late for the siren and she was able to duck into some bar in time. But not this time.
Today was just a regular day. But today in particular, after work, she decided to stop by a gun store and take her friend's reccomendation on getting a concealed weapon. After all, when the technically-not-undead undead start invading, there is no normal, polite society anymore. Nobody's calling you out for lugging a big gun around. They're just trying to eat you. And while she came here with a big gun and an axe to go with it, she couldn't really carry that around in a non-zombified society.
Hence a handgun.
Of course, normal society could still be pretty assholish. Rochelle didn't get much prejudice for being an outside other than the occasional dirty look, but today people had been ignoring her left and right, and one place even told her to get the hell right now. It wasn't until about the fourth redneck-run goddamn store (that's what she called it in her head, at least, whether it actually made sense or not) that she actually got a break. But when she mentioned having an AK, they were piqued. She didn't know why, but...
Here she was, carrying an AK-47 and an axe in a duffle bag to show off to a bunch of chucklenuts who SAID they would offer her a shiny new pistol if they got to see that AK.
God knew why she was doing this.
But god knew why she didn't check the time and--
There were the sirens.
"Damn."