Dead Man's Party
Characters: Danny Fenton, Ryohei, and anyone else fighting against undead hordes
Content: Part of the barricade collapsed, and the undead are starting to pour in. WHAT DO YOU DO?
Setting: Clairborne, right near the barricades Danny and Ryohei are holding up
Time: The night of the attack
Warnings: Blood, violence, and extreme corpses
The ship and the planes had taken out most of the unnatural horde, but not enough. Lumbering corpses continued to march towards the city, and threw themselves against the makeshift barricades. In some areas, they were shot down and returned to the dust from where they came, but in one spot, they managed to succeed. The undead swarmed against the two boys and the meager troops supporting them, and thrashed and groaned as they tried to rip the living apart. Corpses of all stripes were there, from old soldiers from decades long gone, dressed in mottled uniforms from different periods in Vohemaro and Ivonian history, to those who may have passed for ordinary men and women were they still alive.
Whoever they may have been was unimportant; there was no life or kindness left, only madness and mindless hate. Their rotted hands reached out, trying to grab any shred of living flesh they could, some succeeding more than others. However, things weren't completely hopeless. Luckily for Danny and Ryohei, help was on the way...
Content: Part of the barricade collapsed, and the undead are starting to pour in. WHAT DO YOU DO?
Setting: Clairborne, right near the barricades Danny and Ryohei are holding up
Time: The night of the attack
Warnings: Blood, violence, and extreme corpses
The ship and the planes had taken out most of the unnatural horde, but not enough. Lumbering corpses continued to march towards the city, and threw themselves against the makeshift barricades. In some areas, they were shot down and returned to the dust from where they came, but in one spot, they managed to succeed. The undead swarmed against the two boys and the meager troops supporting them, and thrashed and groaned as they tried to rip the living apart. Corpses of all stripes were there, from old soldiers from decades long gone, dressed in mottled uniforms from different periods in Vohemaro and Ivonian history, to those who may have passed for ordinary men and women were they still alive.
Whoever they may have been was unimportant; there was no life or kindness left, only madness and mindless hate. Their rotted hands reached out, trying to grab any shred of living flesh they could, some succeeding more than others. However, things weren't completely hopeless. Luckily for Danny and Ryohei, help was on the way...