ZOMBIE COPS: LAST 24 HOURS

[capemods]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over the City
WHEN: 10PM on Sat 10/31 to 10PM on Sun 11/1 (when the zombies go bye bye)
SUMMARY: The last day of the zombie cop invasion

Zombie fighting or hiding, tag in, you know the drill by now. Putting this up early so those who have Halloween plans can still join in!

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[Catwoman and Lassiter]

[meowminx]

[ She has managed to scrape a few moments for eat or nap in the past few days, but she's still mostly running on adrenaline at this point. It's a good thing she still has a few spare costumes and whips stashed away. This one is getting far too disgusting to do anything more than burn it

[meowminx]

[ She glanced back at the voice. Yes, she was still wearing the cowl (who wants zombie gook in their hair?) but the goggles had long been discarded, both spattered and shattered. The guy looked like the cop, though of the living variety. ]

Yeah.

[ She punctuates the sentiment b blowing the head off another zombie. ]

These guys friends of yours?

zombie quarterback [Closed to Hiruma, Bakura, Maria, Melee, Kogenta] ~7 PM

[hellcommander]

Hiruma was no more. That soul had already shuffled off the mortal coil, to ever be seen again? Who knew. But Hiruma couldn't inhabit a dead walking body.

Which is what was left when the body awoke from it's coma, bloody and pale. The body instinctively grabbed a gun that had been left by the previous owner and started walking towards it's old residence, a sort of lopsided gaping smile across the mouth.

Scrape, scrape. Scrape scrape. Scccrraaaaappppeeee. Shuffle. Groan.

Attack.

Infect.

Destroy.

That's all it knew.

[martialartistic]

Melee wasn't armed-- but she didn't need to be. She was channeling her frustrations and worries into her fists. Any zombie that met Melee on her way to Hell Towers was crushed into the ground. By the time she arrived, her fatigues and shirt were a mess. It was probably a frightening sight: muscular, dark-skinned female with a fierce look on her face.

The intensity of Melee's expression only let up slightly when she spotted a familiar face outside Hell Towers. The kid with white hair, along with some others she didn't recognize.

"Oi!"

She briskly scrubbed a bit of blood off her cheek with the back of her hand.

"Bakura, right?"

[Kogenta can be skipped for now, just assume his actions I guess~]

[coldempress]

Himuro tensed up for a second when Melee approached their little group, almost as if she'd been expecting an attack, but she relaxed when she started speaking, just giving her a slight nod instead of a verbal greeting.

The Strawberry Twins

[holeheart]

Ichigo and the Hollow had been going at it for almost the entire three days straight. Little rest, fewer breaks and maybe a pizza and a pot of coffee between the two of them. Hichigo wasn't tired. He could run on fumes for days, weeks. But Ichigo...well, the Hollow could feel his other growing weaker, tired. But he didn't say anything. If Ichigo wanted to stop and rest, he'd say something... right?

[hollowish]

It had been three days, and the zombies were still coming from everywhere, and there were ones that were even stronger, that could run and attack intelligently. But even those weren't a threat to Ichigo or his hollow. Each singly zombie that even came near them was cut down before it even got close.

A good time to rest never really came up. Hiyori and the Hollow were having their contest, and Ichigo wasn't about to let his other half just fight all of these things alone. If the Hollow was bitten, then they would both probably become zombies, and he wouldn't let that happen.

However, even though he had reiatsu to spare, which had kept him in the fight for this long. He could feel Zengetsu getting heavier, his cuts having less force, sometimes making it so he needed to cuts to stop a zombie, and his getsuga tenshou was getting smaller and weaker over time.

He didn't stop though, he wasn't going to let the Hollow run around on his own.

"How many does this make?" He asked, his breathing sounding more labored.

[holeheart]

"One hundred and thirty four!" Slice. Smash. Smack. "Wait, wait, hundred and thirty seven! Heehehe!! This is too much fun!"

[hollowish]

"One hundred thirty-eight... One hundred thirty-nine." His swings were getting slower, less coordinated. He tried to use getsuga tenshou again, but it didn't work this time, so he settled on just slashing at the oncoming zombies.

[la_belette]

Then, there was a very very loud and very very very precise sort of BANG. A series of small, very very smart, very very lethal bullets left the barrel of a gun and, unerringly, found their way into the brains of every single zombie surrounding Squirrel Girl, but leaving her completely untouched. And then those bullets detonated, and there was a short sharp shower of cranial fluid, and all those zombies dropped like rocks.

"You heard the lady. That was the dictionary definition of bad touch, guys."

The gun was in the fist of Weasel. And he was in a very Matrix-y black trench coat, only slightly soiled with radioactive-orange Cheetos dust brushed across one lapel.

He. Looked. So. COOL. And he'd just saved the girl, too. Ash Williams, eat your heart out.

He has the best toys. Aside from Iron Man.

[la_belette]

He hugged her back, grinning like he'd just gotten handed the Crown Jewels, a winning lottery ticket, and a lifetime subscription to Hustler all in one go. He was careful not to let the gun get in the way, either.

"I wouldn't have liked you as a zombie, either. Because that would have been really crappy. And a lousy read. Who wants to read a story about people from our world turned into zombies, huh?"

[Kitty and Gar]

[jewpryde]

[Having the power to phase is really handy when someone-- an undead someone-- is trying to eat your face. It is also really handy to have been trained by a crazy man like Wolverine because Kitty was quite confident that she could handle herself in these types of situations.

Her X-Men uniform-- her new and updated one-- barely had a scuff mark on it. She was just too fast for these poor guys.]

So much for a Halloween date.

[Fighting the undead with her bare hands and wit? Kitty felt a little bit like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Two zombies came at her from opposite directions and she phased, just at the right time, so the two attacked each other.]

And here I was going to wear a Catwoman leather cat-suit costume, complete with whip.

[Kitty and Gar]

[of_animalia]

Ooh, la la. Kinky.

[ Man. Not only can Kitty kick zombie tale, but she can also deliver quips like a pro. Bonus!

Gar himself prompts to keep the zombies away. His forms are all physical, for hitting and biting and clawing, which isn't the kind of fighting prime for fighting zombies. Avoiding their mouths, the form of a large bear works to knock them away while they search for civilians. ]

We'll just have to rain-check, is all.

[jewpryde]

[If he was impressed with that, he would be more impressed to see her hand-to-hand fighting abilities. She was a ninja once upon a time, after all. One powerful elbow went into the skull of a zombie and it all but exploded upon impact.]

Augh. This is one of the grossest things I've ever had to do in my life and I've seen all of the X-Men in the morning, in their underwear, without them brushing their teeth.

[Kitty was so glad she was wearing gloves and basically covered from the neck down.]

Sorry, the catsuit was a one night only deal. But we can do a rain check on the other stuff.

[of_animalia]

Well, darn.

[ Once he's un-hassled, he turns into a bird and rises into the air, swooping over the scene. Even as he passes her again, he continues the conversation. ]

Guess I'll just have to make do.