"Hmmm? No?" Rachel paused with the door into the hotel half-open. She wasn't used to people talking at her the moment she stepped into a room! Then the extra senses kicked in...at about the same time something rotting slammed into the other side of the door she held. "...oh."
For now, thankfully, they seemed to only be outside. Crawling at the windows, scraping against the doors; Scott yanked the front door shut, kicking at an arm that was reaching through.
"Bad enough I live in something like it, now we recreate Evil Dead II here?"
Grumble grumble grumble. See Scott glaring at the zombies through the door. If looks could kill, and if zombies weren't already dead.
"What are they?" she asked, tilting her head to peer at them as well. They weren't anything he'd encountered before but...they were dead. No higher brain functions. No brain function actually. She could feel hunger rolling off them though.
Didn't take much more than a thought to fuse the door mechanics, so now they would have to rip it off if they wanted to get through that way.
...Granted, that would not stop them forever.
"Zombies."
Scott was silently thankful that he could not see any open windows.
The question of how to get home was an interesting one, though. Maybe he could convince a side door to open.
Getting through the zombies themselves was not a problem, for him. As far as he knew, at least.
"Stereotypical horror monster, usually from movies. The living dead, walking dead, undead, army of the dead, all those fun names. Usually infectious somehow."
Braaaaaiiiiiinnnsssss came the horde moan through the door.
"And real picky taste, usually. Human flesh or bust."
Who needed open windows when the things were just appearing? "They're behind us now." Rachel noted, not a single hint of worry in her tone or manner. "So, they are dead, they want to eat us, and that's it? They have no other reason to exist?" it was important that she double check these things!
"Not really suppose to exist doesn't mean much where I'm from." Rachel admitted. Too many weird things happened all the time to make a statement like that! She went along with his pushing because he seemed worried, another group of zombies spawning in front of them as they moved.
Damn things never seem to have the decency to just die again.
Scott felt now might be a good time to grab the coat stand they stopped by.
"Watch out for body parts, aim for the head, uhhhh don't get bit?"
Destroy the head, that was pretty normal procedure for fighting 'undead horde' zombies, right? Given that many of them seemed to be missing vital organs and things like throats, Scott wasn't sure his usual methods would be any good in this situation.
...It would be terrible if he wasn't immune to this. Cross your fingers and hope it was a standard-issue T-virus zombie horde.
Crunchsquish went the first head as the flanges and hooks of the metal pole smashed into it, like a baseball bat. A baseball bat wielded by a man with arms bigger than most people's heads.
"We can do better than try." she noted quietly. She wasn't in her spandex, but zombies wouldn't care about street clothes right? Right. The air next to Scott grew warmer, then flame licked out along Rachel's skin and she began to float a good few feet off the floor.
She'd handle the ones in the hallway behind them? Where by 'handle' she meant 'slamming the shambling hordes into the ceiling repeatedly before setting them ablaze'.
Oh good. He'd just keep up with the home runs, then.
Splatters of rotting flesh (oh god, the stench) and oozy fluids marked up his shirt and arms, and more than once Scott spat at the zombies to clear his mouth.
Scott tried to make sure that he was always close to Rachel; wouldn't do to get separated.
They just kept appearing. Rotten bastards. If the two of them could bottleneck the shambling mass, that would probably make things easier for a while. Provided they didn't show up behind the bottleneck.
"Rachel," Scott growled over the spludsplat of a swing, pulling the bar back and driving the base of the rack down into the head of a crawler that was reaching for his shins. "We need somewhere narrow to go, like a hall or a doorway.
"And then we need to figure out why they keep appearing." she set the ones in front of Scott ablaze too, then turned to wrap her arms around his waist. This way she could fly them both to the narrow hallway beside the kitchen.
It was kind of fun to watch the zombies reaching up for them as they burned!
One good thing about being flown in the arms of a burning mutant? Well, it made those fluids and bits crisp and ash away! "There has to be a way to stop them."
Rachel wasn't letting the building burn. The floor was getting a little sooty, and the furniture was utterly expendable, but the walls and ceiling were just refusing to catch. "Don't want to risk them following somehow." Rachel admitted grimly.
"Was there anything strange or new before they appeared?" since he'd been here when she arrived?
...
"You gotta be kidding me."
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"Bad enough I live in something like it, now we recreate Evil Dead II here?"
Grumble grumble grumble. See Scott glaring at the zombies through the door. If looks could kill, and if zombies weren't already dead.
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...Granted, that would not stop them forever.
"Zombies."
Scott was silently thankful that he could not see any open windows.
The question of how to get home was an interesting one, though. Maybe he could convince a side door to open.
Getting through the zombies themselves was not a problem, for him. As far as he knew, at least.
"Stereotypical horror monster, usually from movies. The living dead, walking dead, undead, army of the dead, all those fun names. Usually infectious somehow."
Braaaaaiiiiiinnnsssss came the horde moan through the door.
"And real picky taste, usually. Human flesh or bust."
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fffffffffffffffffffff
"C'mon," he pushed her toward the back of the room. Anywhere away from the currently appearing shamblers. Kitchen, upstairs, hallway, take your pick.
"Yup. Horror monster, the things really aren't supposed to exist in the real world."
Movie writers are just dumb.
Besides, his version of 'zombies' weren't actually dead. They could go down, and stay down.
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"So...we kill them?"
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The zombie horde is shuffling ever closer, knocking over and then busting up furniture as it comes.
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Damn things never seem to have the decency to just die again.
Scott felt now might be a good time to grab the coat stand they stopped by.
"Watch out for body parts, aim for the head, uhhhh don't get bit?"
Destroy the head, that was pretty normal procedure for fighting 'undead horde' zombies, right? Given that many of them seemed to be missing vital organs and things like throats, Scott wasn't sure his usual methods would be any good in this situation.
...It would be terrible if he wasn't immune to this. Cross your fingers and hope it was a standard-issue T-virus zombie horde.
Crunchsquish went the first head as the flanges and hooks of the metal pole smashed into it, like a baseball bat. A baseball bat wielded by a man with arms bigger than most people's heads.
Come and get it, zombies.
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She'd handle the ones in the hallway behind them? Where by 'handle' she meant 'slamming the shambling hordes into the ceiling repeatedly before setting them ablaze'.
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Splatters of rotting flesh (oh god, the stench) and oozy fluids marked up his shirt and arms, and more than once Scott spat at the zombies to clear his mouth.
Scott tried to make sure that he was always close to Rachel; wouldn't do to get separated.
They just kept appearing. Rotten bastards. If the two of them could bottleneck the shambling mass, that would probably make things easier for a while. Provided they didn't show up behind the bottleneck.
"Rachel," Scott growled over the spludsplat of a swing, pulling the bar back and driving the base of the rack down into the head of a crawler that was reaching for his shins. "We need somewhere narrow to go, like a hall or a doorway.
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It was kind of fun to watch the zombies reaching up for them as they burned!
One good thing about being flown in the arms of a burning mutant? Well, it made those fluids and bits crisp and ash away! "There has to be a way to stop them."
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Flaming zombies, yay. Hopefully they won't catch much of the furniture or, even worse, the building on fire.
"Yeah. Or find a way to get to one of our doors to our worlds."
This kind of thing was not exactly his strong point.
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"Was there anything strange or new before they appeared?" since he'd been here when she arrived?
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"Yeah, actually."
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"A big 'CLUNK' sound."
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"Didn't see what did it."
He was just looking, when more pressing things had caught his attention.
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