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Night 42: Wicker Street

Jul 19, 2009 14:23

[from here]Junpei burst out of the Twin Pines, dragging his chair along with him. Wide eyed, with sweat dripping down his face (he was so not crying), the teen stared at the hordes of zombies in the street. What was he going to do? He could still feel Chidori's presence, so she had to be alright. She had to be - right? RIGHT ( Read more... )

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141_12 July 21 2009, 15:24:08 UTC

Otacon had been putting the finishing touches on his town map when the zombies happened, at which point he'd let out the sort of terrified yelp he hadn't made since... well, since a day ago when they'd encountered a hibernating Gekko. Except, while the sight before him was on par with the shock scare of a Gekko's sudden bellow, Gekkos never made Otacon want to escape to a corner and vomit. This was what everyone had meant when they'd spoken of monsters? Not that he'd doubted them, but this was completely-

A zombie lumbered too close, snapping Otacon out of his stunned thoughts, and some instinct made him throw out a punch, the way Snake had taught him years ago. "AaaaAAAaah," he yelped again as rotting flesh and bone viscerally folded underneath his fist, enough to make the zombie stumble but not enough to stop it. Otacon backed away without hesitation, growing increasingly aware that the street was filling up and all he had as a weapon was his journal. Others - patients, he guessed - didn't seem fazed at all. While violence normally ( ... )

oftemptation July 21 2009, 18:23:38 UTC

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The scene immediately outside Twin Pines could only be described as chaotic, and -- was that someone driving through this mess? Endrance openly gawked at the car's taillights as they faded from view.

"Did you see which way they were headed when we got separated earlier?"

cannotlogout July 21 2009, 21:25:55 UTC

They... they had a car? That was... that... was not a bad idea actually. Keep moving and they wouldn't be able to get you. He dragged his attention back to Endrance. "I didn't," he said apologetically. It hadn't seemed important at the time when they were supposed to be meeting on the buses.

"I don't suppose you know how to hotwire a car?" he asked after a moment. That had always seemed the sort of thing that happened in movies but if they could get one, assuming that someone could drive, then it would be a great weapon.

oftemptation July 21 2009, 22:46:29 UTC

"I honestly can't say that I do...I live close enough to the trains that I've never needed to learn to drive." Not that I would have really taken the chance to learn if I'd needed to...

That said, even if he did think the people that were using the car were taking a rather unique and possibly foolhardy approach to the situation, Endrance wasn't going to deny the fact that it was effective. It was clearing a wide path through the center of the street - bloody, but wide enough to get through. "Maybe..." He looked around quickly, but had to stop after a moment to get his bearings again. Even though he was mostly feeling better, his reaction time was still slowed, and moving his head too fast made things spin.

"Maybe he and Leon headed towards the buses? It's worth looking..."

cannotlogout July 22 2009, 02:43:50 UTC

"I'm too young to learn," Tsukasa replied, not that he would have ever had the chance to learn until recently anyway. It was beginning to look like an oversight. Damn it, why hadn't he been a delinquent? But no, he just had to be a good boy and go to school didn't he?

No car then. The last thing they wanted was to escape the zombies only to drive into a wall or something. "We can check," Tsukasa agreed, glancing over in the direction of the park. "Quickly."

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givemeoblivion July 22 2009, 00:20:34 UTC

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And what was going on here? Callisto paused for only a moment (as there were still zombies all around her, after all), to raise a eyebrow at a scene down the road. One of those odd vehicles she'd seen parked here and there was actually moving, running over some of the undead. An interesting sight. Sadly, she didn't know the first thing about how to operate one herself.

Now to find someplace to get these spirits burning...

toxicspiderman August 6 2009, 01:41:06 UTC

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Another one of those "odd vehicles", this one police-chase red and without a roof, came barreling down the road. It swerved as it went, carving a slalom course through a thicket of zombies. Then it jerked up and onto the sidewalk, tires squealing. It came to rest with one front corner neatly bisecting the window of T&M Electronics, where a small display of stereo equipment rested. Neatly was perhaps an inadequate description, as the window only remained vertical for a moment, then burst inward, covering the gear with a snowcone of non-safety glass.

Several zombies lurched into each other as some fled the noise and others approached.

S.T. hopped out, reached into the mess, and pulled out the first case he could see that was black and covered in a font whose ancestry derived more from cutlery than cuneiform. Bingo. He shook off any lingering glass shards, tapped cigarette ash on top of them, and turned back.

A blonde woman, doing her best Spock impression, was watching them. Wait, was that booze she was ( ... )

givemeoblivion August 6 2009, 04:03:50 UTC

Callisto couldn't help but be amused by the scene. The vehicles were like smaller versions of the ones they were brought to town in. Did she need a lift? No. She was perfectly fine on her own. Even one-handed, these zombies were more of a nuisance than anything. She also knew what she looked like, standing here with a bottle of alcohol in one hand. They didn't want her along for her fighting prowess, that much was certain.

Still, she had nothing better to do and she might as well see where this got her. "In that?" she laughed. The vehicle had cleared the way of a lot of the undead but she still found herself needing to clock a few in the jaw as she made her way over. The former warlord didn't wait for a door to be opened for her, hopping into the backseat easily given the lack of roof.

"And where exactly did you plan to go?"

iwascloned August 9 2009, 21:31:42 UTC

When the car skidded to a stop, Spider lost any vestiges of cool he might have had. He smashed the cigarette lighter against his forest of cigarettes frantically until a few of them caught fire, then began inhaling like a reverse dragon while attempting to burn through his seatbelt with the still-hot metal coil. Bad vibrations were all around him. Half-rotted things were lurching all around him. The air was black and smelled like the walk-in freezer of a sushi restaraunt on the tenth hour of a power outage. Things were flitting through the sky. High up. He couldn't make out what they were.

"No!" he shouted at his driver. "No, no, no. We can't stop here!"

The cigarette lighter ate through the synthetic fibers of the seatbelt, stinging the Journalist's nipple. He jerked backwards, then forwards, severing the seatbelt and leaning towards S.T. He knew what those things in the sky were! He'd seen them before! In a conspiratorial tone, he muttered, just loud enough to be heard around the cigarettes,

"This is bat country."

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toxicspiderman July 22 2009, 00:33:08 UTC

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The next tableau was a stark contrast. It looked like someone was giving parallel parking lessons with zombie cones. A vast improvement on the usual Driver's Ed horror flicks. S.T. stopped, and turned to Spider. "I was thinking firebombs," S.T. said, hoisting the bottles. But maybe we should leave the gas in the tank and get ourselves some serious metal?"

iwascloned July 31 2009, 04:45:11 UTC

On the one hand, firebombs were tempting. EXTREMELY tempting. Spider had always wanted to try eating fire. It promised to be one hell of a high until the jellied chemicals fueling the burning mass fused to his stomach lining and turned him into a quivering amoeba of heat, bones, and testosterone. And since he was here, jerked out of his time, without regenerative tape or clones or journalist's insurance to repair a fuck-up like that, even the barely ambulatory Spider knew he'd better not try to eat ignited gasoline.

"That's it!" He snarled, stray spittle mixing with the blood and brains on the asphalt, "That's the utter end of it. We need wheels and speed and terror."

Looking about as composed as the shambling undead around him, Spider whirled around and howled at the nearby used car lot.

"WE NEED MECHANICAL FIRE!"

toxicspiderman July 31 2009, 19:50:16 UTC

S.T. didn't need to be told twice. He was already back to a jog when Spider shouted.

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spandexorgtfo July 22 2009, 06:08:30 UTC

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Kratos quickly surveyed the street before them. Someone was driving something around and making the trip a little easier by mowing down all the zombie obstacles, but at the same time he couldn't trust it to be looking out completely for them.

He glanced behind him to make sure Stahn was still with him. "If my memory's right, we should be close." Kratos looked briefly toward the gigantic mass of metal plunging down the street. "Understatement but...watch out."

from_lienea July 22 2009, 06:32:02 UTC

"Okay," Stahn nodded, hoping Kratos was right. The sky shouldn't have gone completely dark so fast, but the thick fog made up for whatever light would have been left this soon after sunset.

"How do we take these down?" he called over the chaos a moment later, finally realizing that he might not have experience with this kind of zombie; all he could guess was that they were probably weak against fire, which made him miss Dymlos all the more.

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spandexorgtfo July 24 2009, 06:50:20 UTC

[from here]

Kratos jammed his two knives into the podium and began the grueling process of hauling it out the door, all the while praying with every fiber of his being that nothing would take the opportunity to strike him from behind.

With some degree of luck, however, he managed to get it over to the side of the restaurant and right-side up. "Stahn, follow me up!" Kratos grabbed his knives, climbed onto the podium - a little shaky, given the relatively small area he had to stand on - and then hauled himself onto the roof of the restaurant, using his knives for leverage.

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