[open] screaming, shouting, wham-slam-bam

[policebrand]

Who: Francis York Morgan and ALL OF YOU (I mean...if you want. Don't want to be too pushy, right Zach?)
What: Trying to stay alive, killing zombies- that sort of thing.
Where: All around Nautilus
When: Backdated to Wednesday
Warnings: Possible gore?
Notes: I'm cool with either action or prose tags.

Comments

good to know! 8>

[agentminiskirt]

There was an advantage to using guns. Not only did it get the job done easier, but Aya Brea, being mostly skilled in the field of firearms, was able to end a fight much quicker than if she were bludgeoning one of the many undead to re-death. She was just as sufficient with both, but in the heat of combat, guns were always her thing.
  they gather underground in the subways in the darkness
Of course, using guns meant loud noises, too, which had a tendency to call unwanted attention. And the way Aya fought, she attracted many, leaving behind mountains of undead corpses along the streets wherever she went. The small fries were easy, but dealing with some of the bigger, faster ones, that was a different story.
  their mandibles clicking their jaws locked on flesh biting
Not being able to Bend the blood and dirt off her clothes was bad enough, and Aya really hadn’t had time to find a change of clothes. As though that kind of thing was on her mind right now...
  leaving venomous wounds
All she saw was what was ahead of her.
  puffy skin swollen flesh about to burst open
What she heard was something different. While she finished taking down the dwindling enemies around her, she could hear a nearby, maddening sound of manic laughter elsewhere. Being that it remained out of sight and found herself preoccupied at the moment, she had no way of locating it, and quite frankly she was too busy dealing with what was left of the hoards to worry. That alone made her head feel as though it were about to split, that she didn’t even pay attention to the sounds of footfalls of a certain Francis York Morgan seemingly approaching her way as well.

ajsdhskj sorry for the edits! LJ is being weird with me! D8

[policebrand]

It was dangerous to follow his curiosity unarmed. This much he knew. There was only so much a steel pipe can do against a mob of those creatures. Ammo was scarce, without having the ability to Bend more only made his pistol just a paperweight. He still carried it with him though. Those moments where he can reload just made encounters much easier. He'd be foolish not to carry it with him.

He certainly was not alone in this. Zach was with him. They've danced with an almost similar phenomena at Greenvale. Not exactly the flesh-hungry creatures but they were something you didn't see everyday. Still, he had a sense of comfort with Zach by his side.

The sound of manic laughter... Now that's new.

"Zach did you hear that?" He whispered.

"Either someone has completely lost it or we're about to meet someone 'new'. Let's not be reckless, alright?"

Now he was even more curious. Walking further down, York was beginning to see a familiar figure.

it's all good!

[agentminiskirt]

The last one of the many undead creatures fell, leaving behind the ringing silence of her fallen enemies. What more, it also brought more attention to the distant laughter that echoed in the air. That was much harder to overlook now.
  familiar faces twisted with pain
Aya lifted her head, cocked it, and turned to the sound of something else approaching.
  death takes hold as their flesh begins to burst
Or someone.
  too much for their bodies to hold as they erupt and congregate into a mass
Immediately, Aya reached for her closest weapon, before recognizing the advancing figure. But she’d seen what happened to people who’ve been affected by those creatures, and didn’t immediately drop her defenses. Instead, she raised her handgun at the man she knew to be York.
  all at once they form together
“Please tell me you’re human.” She’d really hate to have to shoot someone she actually knew.