Saturday, December 17th, The Midnight Channel

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Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Saturday December 17th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?

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[leading3men]

[ There's a dingy room, with concrete walls and flooring. The walls has many graffiti, with sentences like NONE OF YOU WILL SURVIVE, NO ZOMBIE IS SAFE FROM CHICAGO TED, or I'M CHANGING INTO ONE OF THEM. There are shelves of first aid kits. The table in the center showed an enormous pile of weapons and ammo. Sitting on the edge of that table is Zoey, wearing the exact same clothes she wore in her home world of zombies and destruction. ]

Seeing your parents trying to kill each other is a big eye opener. It tells you that nothing is sacred. Sure, you say that, but when you really see something important going down in flames like its nothing, you really understand what that means.

But hey. They're dead, and I'm still alive.

[ She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. ]

How you think that happened?

[ Her eyes narrow. ]

I'll give you a hint: it's not by saying "please stop."

[ The girl removes a pistol from the pile. She plays with it, really, by rolling it across her palms, checking for its ammo, flickering the safety switch on and off, on and off . . . ]

Another lesson from the apocalypse is this: be selfish. Everyone else? They don't matter. Surviving matters. Got people you can trust? Good. Just remember: you are going to make some hard choices. Choices like leaving more people behind, or killing them if they are going to kill your people.

[ A hard expression. ] The people you trust is all that matters.

I will let this entire island burn if that's what it means to make sure they will make it out okay. Especially if I survive. That's a plus too.

In fact, you got to make your survival priority. You can't help your own people if you're dead yourself, now can you?

[ Her yellow eyes widen in a suspicious glare. She looks half-mad, with her filthy face and cracked, dry lips. ] But looking at you - I look at you and I can see the ways which you will drag me down. Drag me down and my people as well.

[ A click of the safety switch turned off. ]

Well, that just won't do.

[ She aims the gun at the screen. A disgusted, furious sneer distorts Zoey's face.

A bang shots out.

Then, static. ]

[reaction] --> [text]

[axemeaquestion]

[Welp. That was officially creepy. And reminescent of their first conversation when Zoey re-arrived to Siren's Port. Ro didn't hesitate in getting out her NV.]

you okay?

[text]

[leading3men]

[ Like Rochelle, it took a long while for Zoey to respond after the midnight show, but not for the same reasons.

Basically, she has a trashed apartment and a completely traumatized puppy. :( ]

I'm cool. You?

[text]

[axemeaquestion]

[Nope. Not believing that.]

zoey

[text]

[leading3men]

im fine. really. my place is a total warzone though.

[text]

[axemeaquestion]

do you need me to come over? i can deal with the shadow shit if you need somebody there.

and seriously what WAS that? was that supposed to be a charger?

[text]

[leading3men]

all i want for christmas now is an interior designer and free furniture. darkness isn't a problem anymore.

what do you mean?

[text]

[axemeaquestion]

huh?

what was on your post. was that your shadow?

[text]

[leading3men]

[ Zoey checks the network and sees that post. Damn. ]

after it got angry, yeah.

[text]

[axemeaquestion]

jesus, it looked like a charger. AND a jockey. AND a spitter.

[leading3men]

and a witch and a hunter.

my puppy is still hiding underneath by bed.

[axemeaquestion]

jesus. i thought if i ever saw our zombies again it'd be too soon. and it still is. i can't imagine actually being in front of it. [It's hard to try sympathetic over text in low caps but.] you sure you're okay honey? i know you're tough but all that shit that thing was saying.....?

[leading3men]

i think that thing is a part of me. the bad side.

[ Though Zoey suspects Rochelle might have an inkling of knowing that. ]

doesn't matter. the zombie monster was gone during the sirens.

[axemeaquestion]

[Ro has some idea she hadn't wanted to acknowledge out loud but screw it now. It was getting more and more obvious and denying the possibility now would just be stupid.] then if these shadow guys are really supposed to be some part of us was all that true?

sweetie if you say "doesn't matter" to me again I'm coming over anyway. just TELL me yes or no.

[leading3men]

[ Zoey sighs and thinks it over. Her nerves, for a lack of better describing it, are rubbed raw, and she's not sure if she's ready to talk to Rochelle face to face about the Shadow, and the implications. Zoey only have burns and scrapes, and those are already patched up. Her place is a mess, but it's always been a mess anyway.

She doesn't want another talk like they did in the Tower Apartments either. It has to be talked about anyway, but right now? Zoey is just too weak to really handle any brow-beating now.

But she's not going to lie either. She's done lying to people, done lying to herself.

Zoey knows what she's got to do in the next coming months. ]

after what happened, how can it not be?

no I got everything under control.

[axemeaquestion]

[To be honest? Rochelle had no idea what to say to that. They already had that "talk" about it when she came back. She already said what she wanted to say, and didn't see any point in repeatig herself. But she didn't know it was this bad.]

so you still think that? [Or close enough.]