[phone call to everyone; day 69]

[justhitjackpot]

Hey! Anybody else's house zombies going completely fucking off the handle--

[CRASH.]

Shit.

[The feed falls into complete darkness with a rustling of fabric. Apparently, it's been stuffed in Travis' pocket. Though nothing but the inside of his jeans is visible, the noise of footsteps, Travis' breathing (interspersed with profanity, of course), and a

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[dentatas]

[ You get a reply, and it sounds a bit off compared to a normal human voice. A little raspier, harsher, but still decidedly feminine. You can't see anything particularly interesting. ]

I thought it was just me.

[ The phone turns, focusing on Argilla's upper body. It seems like it's at an angle, and the owner is across the room. But she walks over, scooping the phone into her hand as the other goes over her chest. There's a lot of pink covering the screen, and then there's a much more appealing figure holding the camera to her face, smiling. ]

It sounded like you had some trouble.

[justhitjackpot]

The only reason I had any trouble is because the bastard snuck up on me!

[Scowl scowl scowl. Last time he met Argilla, her boobs tried to eat him. Or he insists they did, anyway. That combined with this little mishap has left him a bit...grumpy.]

[dentatas]

If you managed to let one of those sneak up on you, then how did you manage the beasts in the fog?

[ She's smiling a bit. It's a slightly condescending smile. She's not impressed. ]

[justhitjackpot]

[...FFFFFFF.]

For your information, I was on the can when it came in.

And this zombie has been hanging around for a while without trying to gnaw my face off.

[Audio]

[womanwhofights]

Oh good. I was about to call you to ask if yours was trying to bust down your bedroom door too.

[justhitjackpot]

Not the bedroom door. The bedroom window. I've gotta board it up or a giant bat or something awful like that's gonna come barreling in later on... [Sigh.]

You okay?

[womanwhofights]

Fine, but it was a sodding close one. Sneaky critter nearly got me while I was half-asleep. If it wasn't for Dog...

[Cousland chuckles.]

But that reminds me. Did you get that call earlier with a helmet creature in it?

[justhitjackpot]

Good boy. That dog deserves a steak or something good for that.

Helmet--...ah. Yeah... [He pauses. Travis definitely knows about Pyramid Head.] I seriously doubt that thing left the caller in one piece, if you know what I mean. Poor bastard.

[wearecowboys]

We are all experiencing similar situations, it seems. Quite a nuisance. Now we'll just have to learn to pick up after ourselves, right along with the zombie bits, now won't we?

[justhitjackpot]

....Shit, I didn't think about that.

[wearecowboys]

Doing a little cleaning can't be too difficult, even for a slob such as yourself.

[justhitjackpot]

You have any experience cleaning rotted innards outta your carpet, bro?

[dontstartnone]

[Travis your roommate is nucking futs.]

Hahahah! Fired!

[He's fiddling with something clearly.]

[justhitjackpot]

Damn, there's zombie spleen on the carpet, though.

[nudges zombie bit with foot.]

Gross.

And what are you doing, anyway?

[dontstartnone]

I wonder if you could eat zombie.

Like. Boil the fuck out of it and burn out the virus or whatever. Or --

No wait the meat is totally rotten isn't it? Gross.

[He's being disturbingly cavalier about this.]

Uh -- nothin'. Just dicking around with a water gun.....

and some gasoline.

and some......fiiiiiiire. [He lingers on the word as he struggles with what looks to be a roll of duct tape.]

I'm a goddamn evil genius.

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[justhitjackpot]

Of course it's fucking rotten, they've been dead for--