SMMFC: 2/20 - No Rum in Suburbia
Title: No Rum in Suburbia
Theme: Chlamydia
Genre: General
Version: AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The continuing adventures of Zombie!Ninja!Cyborg!Pirate!Usagi part 3.
Usagi dragged her cutlass through deserted suburbia, the tarnished metal scrapping against the scorched pavement. She had feasted through the farmlands, the peasants providing her ample nourishment to propel her skeletal frame. But that was weeks ago. The farmlands were far behind her. Before her stretched sky scrapers and cement, the industrial farmland her clan had called it, where their shaman had gone to learn the arts of robotics. When her clan could still speak. When she cared that she had a clan at all.
Or that she even remembered.
At the center of the city stood a tall blonde, proud in her stance in the midst of infectious bodies crawling from her in contempt, screaming her name as if it were a disease. Her promiscuity had infected hundreds when she was living, now it infected thousands with her dead, her decaying flesh providing a banquet for the infections and slow death for the already dead.
A fallen reached for Usagi's robotic hand, crustacean like parasites itching to be transfered. She stumbled backward, cutlass chopping at the air.
Perhaps there were organisms more ravenous than herself.
Theme: Chlamydia
Genre: General
Version: AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The continuing adventures of Zombie!Ninja!Cyborg!Pirate!Usagi part 3.
Usagi dragged her cutlass through deserted suburbia, the tarnished metal scrapping against the scorched pavement. She had feasted through the farmlands, the peasants providing her ample nourishment to propel her skeletal frame. But that was weeks ago. The farmlands were far behind her. Before her stretched sky scrapers and cement, the industrial farmland her clan had called it, where their shaman had gone to learn the arts of robotics. When her clan could still speak. When she cared that she had a clan at all.
Or that she even remembered.
At the center of the city stood a tall blonde, proud in her stance in the midst of infectious bodies crawling from her in contempt, screaming her name as if it were a disease. Her promiscuity had infected hundreds when she was living, now it infected thousands with her dead, her decaying flesh providing a banquet for the infections and slow death for the already dead.
A fallen reached for Usagi's robotic hand, crustacean like parasites itching to be transfered. She stumbled backward, cutlass chopping at the air.
Perhaps there were organisms more ravenous than herself.