THRILLER! THRILLER NIGHT~!

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Characters:  Sirius "Zombie" Black and Severus Snape
When:  Afternoon of the 24th
Where:  Somewhere in the Safezone
Rating:  R to be safe
Summary:  Sirius escaped the clinic in the middle of the night and succumbed to the rest of his symptoms somewhere in the Safezone.  After his heart finally stops, his transformation into a zombie is complete and he

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Was Snape pleased at having to track Black down when they had already agreed that Black would contact him when he wished to be exterminated? No, he most definitely wasn't. Just like how he wasn't when he had arrived at the clinic after several hours of not hearing from the arrogant Marauder, only to find that somehow, the mutt had managed to slip out without detection.

No, Snape was not pleased. In fact, this most recent turn of events combined with the mental scars from last month and now his seemingly designated role of being the called upon murderer for the ease and convenience of others... Well, 'not pleased' probably did not accurately reflect how very displeased Snape was. He was actually quite angry. If he were a lesser man, he would be raging right about now

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The newly turned zombie could smell the fresh flesh when it started to come closer. He stopped in his tracks before slowly turning around and making his way back to the spot where he had been reanimated.

The man was in sight and that was good enough for him. He was starving and this man was in perfect hunting range. He staggered closer, letting out a groan as he approached Snape from behind.

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Snape was hard to sneak up on in the best of cases. The staggering and groaning were more than enough to tip him off, but then the stench of rotting flesh had to hit his nose and Merlin-- rotting meat was still one of the most disgusting smells he'd had to deal with in his almost thirty years experience with potions.

So he turned, face scrunched up due to the smell, circling around so that his back wasn't to the wall as dark eyes studied the discolored, rotting, obviously dead visage of Black. And believe him, he was committing it all to memory so as to provide Black with a little welcome back present. It should be amusing to see his reaction, considering how vain the man was.

"And you say I need a shower, Black," Snape remarked dryly as he lifted his wand and cast 'impervius' on himself to prevent infection from blood splatters. "Of course, you can't actually hear me, can you?"

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Snape would get nothing in response. No witty comments or sarcastic remarks. A groan escaped the zombie's open mouth, decaying lips stretching to show off most of his teeth. A trail of drool dripped out from the corner of his mouth.

Now that Snape knew that he was there, it would be harder to catch his pray. With a burst of energy (one that would no doubt slow him down in a moment), Sirius lunged forward, teeth bared and ready to take a chunk of flesh out of Snape.