Time to make the doughnuts

[notadartboard]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
WHEN: between Wednesday morning (3/17) and the end of the zombie plot
WARNINGS: prolly icky violence
SUMMARY: ZOMBIE FIGHTINGS. This is an open log, like last time, so go where you will, form your own zombie-killing teams or meet new fellow fighters on the street! Tag yourself in, and use subject headers to indicate

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let's start this off WEDNESDAY, in the vicinity of the MAC

[notadartboard]

Seeing the reports over the network was enough to spur Sanji to action, particularly since he was still simmering in rage over Liadrin and everything connected to the Lich King. So there was no way to save the dead, only to pu them out of their misery, so be it!

The incident on Thriller Bark had been months ago in his reckoning, since he'd been in the City that long, but one does not forget how to fight zombies fueled my mad science. These might be fueled by dark magic, but it was the same thing, Sanji decided as he came down onto the street and had a look around. The constant traffic was eerily thin, a sign that trouble was probably very close by. He gritted his teeth on his cigarette and started off on the hunt.

[ctu_savior]

Now that he had resolved to find a place to live, Jack was on his way to the MAC to take a look at it. He wasn't going to trust any place provided by the Porter, but right now he didn't have many other options. Along the way he did his best to ignore the signs of trouble all around him- abandoned vehicles, vomit on the sidewalk, far-off screams. He also did his best to ignore the rage welling up from deep within him, boiling with the knowledge that a bioterrorism attack was taking place right this instant in one of the largest cities in the United States, and Jack Bauer was doing nothing to stop it while innocent people suffered. Instead, he reminded himself over and over in his head to the beat of his feet on the street: I'm retired. I'm retired. I'm retired. I'm done. I'm re-

And then suddenly there was a young man with no shoes running past him with tears streaming down his face, and behind him there was a thing, too deformed and decayed and damaged by the plague that had ravaged it for the gender of what had once been a human

[notadartboard]

The flying kick came out of practically nowhere, as Sanji's powerful legs could launch him from pretty far away. He plowed through the shambling zombie and landed in a clear spot, but then picked up his foot and made a face at the mess on the bottom of his shoe.

"Disgusting," he spat, and then paused to casually light his cigarette before turning to the guy with the gun. "Need a hand?"

[ctu_savior]

Jack stared for a second- how could anyone jump and kick like that?- then made his decision. He put the gun back in his jacket for now; he only had a single clip for it. "Yeah, I need to know where I can find more ammunition immediately, and how to get in contact with whoever's coordinating the response to this thing. I also-"

There was a hideous, bubbling groan from behind him. Jack moved on instinct, instantly slamming his elbow backwards and into the creature's face. There was the sound of bone breaking, but the creature stayed standing, and Jack whirled around to see what had once been an elderly woman in a floral dress reaching for his throat. The zombie's body was soft and rotted, which was why there was so little resistance when Jack's hands shot out, grabbed its head, and twisted its neck around a hundred and eighty degrees with a unsettling wet snap. The former human hit the ground with its head facing backwards, and Jack took a deep breath as he wiped his hands on his jacket. This was going to take a lot of getting used to

Wednesday, somewhere in the center of town

[tenshi_fugen]

This was insane. Fugen was amazed he'd even made it this far. But he couldn't just watch everything going on; if there was a way he could help, he was going to do it. And the best thing he could thing of was to round up whoever he could and help them find shelter. Surely there had to be a way to hide from these things.

He ducked into an ally and waited a moment, keeping his eyes peeled and planning his route from there, every possibility calculating in his head. He clutched his spherical paopei to his chest; he prayed that he wouldn't have to use it, but at this point anything that could make this easier was a good idea.

hi, I'm v. late, sorry! ;_;

[miraclefusion]

Juudai ran down the street at close-to-top-speed, not being tailed by anything at the moment, but rather on the lookout for anyone that might need help. He glanced around the area, and it felt like the whole world had stilled in response as he scanned for any signs of life... or undead life at that.

Something caught his attention in an alleyway as he continued a little further up the same street; something human-shaped, he concluded, whether it was a zombie or someone just hiding away from the chaos. As he approached the alley and stood at the narrow entrance, something whooshed behind him, something he did not seem concerned about.

"Oi!" he called. If it was a zombie, at least he'd know by the way it would start towards him, and then he could kill it promptly. Hopefully that wasn't the case, though, he thought.

That's ok, I probably am too at this rate! XD

[tenshi_fugen]

Fugen turned his head at the voice greeting him, and a slight smile of relief came on his face. Finally, someone else who was still alive.

We can be slow together 8|

[miraclefusion]

Well, at least the guy wasn't a zombie. Juudai eyed him cautiously while a strange, heavy presence hovered over both of them, something he did not seem to acknowledge... at least not physically or verbally.

"Hey, you alone?" he queried. "I guess you must be in here either because you're taking a break from zombie smashing, or you're trying to get to a shelter, right?" With people in the City, it was sometimes hard to tell.

Wednesday. Somewhere near a grocery store.

[zombinelolol]

How does a run for food wind up reminding her so much of home? Then again, it's not like she'd never been attacked before running errands. Still, she figured... incidents would be quieter here compared to home, right?

Oh boy, was she ever wrong.

It was a good thing she kept her pistol on her. For now, she was just running, shooting, and kicking at what she could trying to make her way somewhere safe. ANYWHERE safe. This was getting ridiculous fast.

[ctu_savior]

Since splitting off from Sanji, Jack's quest for ammunition had been fruitless. He'd found himself forced to detour more than once when confronted by a larger group of enemies than he had bullets for. And despite carefully rationing his rounds, his gun was now half-empty from shots fired in self-defense or to save a bystander.

He had been moving towards the sound of gunfire in the hopes of finding someone with spare ammunition, and now spotted Alyx. "Hey!" He yelled running over to her, pistol-whipping a ghoul's skull in on his way.

[zombinelolol]

What she could save on her own ammunition for she was pistol-whipping and karate-kicking zombies herself. She was just wrapping up a zombie-kick in the face when she hear someone yelled and looked over.

[ctu_savior]

Jack ran up to her, panting. "You okay?"

WEDNESDAY, where you, too, can smash just like the best of them

[hulkkeysmash]

This was the first day of the rest of his life, and every movement of every muscle screamed it. Bruce dragged his head up, nostrils flaring hard, and looked at the staggering, lumbering throng in the streets. The sick had died and come back in only the worst ways, Hulk confirming through scent alone that they were human-but-not. Dead. Dead, meat, sick.

He could taste it in the back of his throat, the disease licking his palate when he swallowed. His large green face twisted into a scowl, jaw squared.

The Hulk wanted to smash and Bruce agreed.

MARVEL TEAM-UP

[rock_it_punch]

Zombies. Fucking zombies. Go to the moon. Come back. Find zombies. This is what Santo's week had been. If it wasn't for his extensive experience with inexplicable weird shit, the whole thing would feel insane.

Instead, he's dealing with the invasion in the only reasonable way: tearing through hordes of the undead. Luckily, he has an advantage as the flesheaters aren't that interested in a walking rock pile until it starts pulping them. Not that getting bit would matter much.

A smelly, decaying businessman went flying through the air, landing down the street with a thud. Rockslide looked down at the rotten zombie gunk on his new moon rock fist. "Ew."

[hulkkeysmash]

The animated rocks have the general shape of a human body, life in them even though he can't smell anything human in them. Hulk instincts would have led him to ignore the murderous rockpile before, but Bruce knows better.

His name is Rockslide and he's still a child, really, but one that can fight. "Rockslide," Santo, #24658460. It's amazing how easily these things come to Bruce, how simple the recognition is. It's incredible, being able to look, see, and process on a level that Hulk had always resisted in the past. Ten years ago, he barely even recognized Betty when he flew into this mode.

But things have changed. He has changed. And the zombies in his path are feeling the fruit of this union as he tucks into their masses with huge fists and skin too tough for them to bite. He pulls one of them into pieces with a grin that shows too many teeth, dropping chunks between his thick fingers.

"Glad you showed up," Hulk rumbles at Rockslide, flicking gunk off his hands.
"I was afraid this would get boring."

[rock_it_punch]

Santo's train of thought, which was heading for the 'pick up this zombie, smash him into the pavement' station, derails after the first part. Sure, this isn't his world's Hulk - something which Kitty was sure to pound into his head - but it doesn't stop every little fanboy moment and game of pretend from his childhood from rushing to the forefront of his mind.

Once Rockslide snaps out of his fit of hero worship, he responds with his usual cocky tone. "You kidding, dude? I wouldn't miss this for anything!" Zombie brains splatter against the ground. "I mean, I'm pretty much the perfect zombie killing machine, and you're. Y'know. You!" He backhands another ghoul with enough force to completely knock the top half of its body off. "This is like the definition of making the best out of a bad situation."

RESCUE LOG: open <3

[liadrin]

It had all happened too quickly for her to comprehend

[deadelfwalking]

Koltira thrashed wildly on the ground; he was aware of himself and his surroundings only in a bestial sense. He knew pain crackling along every muscle, he smelled terror and decay, he felt the ghouls' claws tearing at his armor. Their weight kept him pressed to the pavement, unable to reach his runeblade, and so he fought them with his plated fists. It was a survival instinct, mindless, automatic. Because deep in his mind, he knew that he was responsible for what was happening right now. The blood of these people was on his hands.

And deep in his mind, Koltira Deathweaver did not want to escape.

[wantedtostudy]

Perhaps unfortunately for Koltira, though, he wasn't alone in being beset by the ghouls. If it had been possible, Jaina would have gladly teleported the two of them out of the area to safety in a second, but unfortunately her teleport spell required quite a bit more concentration than she could afford at the moment.

That didn't stop her from conjuring three thick spears of ice from nothingness and hurling them to skewer some of the zombies currently attacking her erstwhile companion, though.

[windsofcourage]

Link had seen the post. He hadn't bothered to comment. There was no time. He needed to get to Jaina and Koltira's location, as fast as possible. The boy was dirty; his sword and shield were stained with flesh far-too decayed for people who had been dead less than a day. But he plowed through. His short stature allowed him to weave in and out of his enemies easily.

On the way, he saw Lady Liadrin, resplendent in his armor and light. He followed after her.

"Lady Liadrin!! Koltira and Jaina...!"