Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken

[dyingwings]

 Who: Didi and Rorschach
When: Monday, Four AM
Summary: Rorschach discovers Didi just as the virus overcomes her.
Rating: R for blood, violence, and zombie creepiness

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[ronchronchronch]

He hadn't meant to come in here

[dyingwings]

Death's face felt the touch.

Warm. Even through the leather gloves. Warm meant beating, thump thump, pushing the red through wet bag bodies.

She looked up, eyes blurred and bloody but still finding the shifting face of the other. it was covered, like the rest of him, but she could see the cracks in the armor, where she'd have to tear to get at the skin, and the red.

Didi's powers were based on want, and need, and they served her even now, when all she wanted was a way to rip, and tear, and free the red.

Her nails grew, long and hard and sharp, and she let out a single hoarse growl, rattling in her ravaged throat. One of her hands lashed out, seeking the gap in the trenchcoat at the collar, where the neck was hidden, with nails spattered with her own infected blood.

[ronchronchronch]

The black and white and red girl lunged, and he did the only thing he could -- throw himself backward. He was fast enough to move before she could injure him, but she did manage to unravel the scarf at his throat, and he shoved it into his coat with a frustrated growl.

She wasn't right.

Rorschach moved, putting the couch in between himself and the bloody girl on the floor. There wasn't much in the room for improvised weapons -- suites were kept relatively spartan. However, he thought the TV might do the trick, and so he positioned himself near it, prepared to tear it from the wall if he had to. There was also a chair in the corner he could use -- not an armchair, just a regular desk chair. That'd do, too.

[dyingwings]

Didi crouched, drawing in a long breath from her nose, trying to get a fix on where her prey had gone.

He was fast. He'd ran. He'd... There! There was a thing between them, a barrier.

Death leapt, letting out a shriek as she vaulted over the couch, hands outstretched. Unfortunately, the illness seemed to still be affecting her, and the physical activity upset her stomach, causing hot bile and blood to roll up from inside her, spill out of her as she jumped.