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Team: Needs a kick ass name

Jun 17, 2010 13:47

Who: Needs a cool name: Ana, Uhura, Kahlan, Libby, Morgan, Jace
Where: PORT.: A random Southern mall (cause they have guns.)
Note: Pretty much everything Kim One said, blatantly stolen from her, different threads and zombies ( Read more... )

zombies, libby widmore, jace beleren, nyota uhura, kahlan amnell, ana lewis/the baroness, morgan adams

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thatlibbychick June 17 2010, 22:37:34 UTC

Libby came to sprawled across a large armchair, upholstered in an incredibly ugly shade of green. Her legs hung uncomfortably over one of the armrests, and she couldn't remember ever getting into such an awkward position.

She heard groaning, and looked up to see Rex's sister in a similar state of confusion.

"What's going on?"

lt_n_uhura June 18 2010, 00:33:05 UTC

Uhura opened her eyes and flailed a bit upon finding a big block of wood directly above her. Thinking she had somehow found herself in a coffin, she moved quickly and discovered that it was not a coffin...but rather a coffee table she was lying under. Awkward, but at least she wasn't hurt.

She heard Libby's voice and sat up, brushing her hands against her uniform to dust them off. This place looked...ominous.

"This isn't...the way I thought it would be." However, she did not answer Libby's question, as she had no idea to the answer, either.

no_nanomites June 18 2010, 01:44:56 UTC

"I think," Ana said quickly, and she looked at the space around them. "That we're in a store." She kept her voice low and even, because they were in unfamiliar terrain, and because she was supposed to be in 'good little me mode'. For a moment she kept her eyes on the shadows at the edges of the display, swallowing a bit as she waited for her eyes to adjust. She thought she saw something moving with in them, something quick.

Without really thinking about it, she pulled out her communicator, and her eyes went wide behind her glasses when she saw what the Admiral had posted. "I think we're in some serious hot water," she said as she moved to stand next to her warden and offered her the device with the Admiral's message on it.

thatlibbychick June 18 2010, 01:52:34 UTC

Libby sat up properly, pulled out her communicator too, and began scrolling through the posts. "Oh...shit," she breathed. It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of her.

Stranded. Again.

She sort of flopped back against the chair, and that's when she noticed something--or rather, the absence of something. There was nothing pressed between her back and the chair.

"My gun is missing!" she exclaimed, standing up to touch where her holster should have been. There was nothing under her shirt but skin.

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Saturday Morning- near a bookstore lt_n_uhura June 19 2010, 14:08:02 UTC

After finding clothes more suitable to this particular port, Uhura felt much more...well, able to move. And that was always a plus, especially at the moment, as she found herself backpedaling out of a bookstore, her pistol out in front of her.

"Guys!" she called out, her back to the wall as she desperately tried to fend off the dozen or so zombies that had spotted her.

Saturday Morning- near a bookstore no_nanomites June 19 2010, 19:05:25 UTC

Ana was still wearing the leather, with the addition of tight gloves because let's face it; if you were facing something that's biting you, you want at least some barrier between their teeth and your skin. She had blood on her, which was annoying, and one of her boots had a bit of a hole in it from some acid that had been sprayed, but all and all, she had come through this all right. When she heard her warden yell, Ana quickly moved towards her, duel wielding the pistols easily, and shooting with the intention to take out as many as she could.

Saturday Morning- near a bookstore thatlibbychick June 19 2010, 22:33:58 UTC

The yelling was all it took. Libby didn't even need to see that Uhura was backed against a wall to come running.

If she looked at the situation as another chance to help people, it all became much easier for her to handle. Besides, she was still in pretty good shape. Aside from the dried blood spatter on her shirt and pants...and the fact that she'd shot a boomer yesterday, been shocked at the level of gore that resulted, and thrown up while crying a little. Aside from that, she was okay.

Libby used both hands--one to hold the handgun, and one to steady her aim--as she joined Ana in shooting the horde. She'd be damned if a single member of her group became a casualty; this couldn't be the island all over again. No way.

Saturday Morning- near a bookstore lastconfessor June 20 2010, 02:01:43 UTC

Kahlan came running as soon as she heard Uhura yell for help. Having just her melee weapon in hand she rushed towards the horde, slicing at the nearest zombie. Blood splattered on her dress and blended in with the rest of the dried blood that had caked on it. She hadn't taken the time to change clothes like the others, so she probably looked horrifying.

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Saturday night, after James is burnt, in a pretzel stand-y thing. no_nanomites June 20 2010, 02:34:12 UTC

Food. They needed to eat and the pretzel stand thing was right in front of them, so Ana had hopped in and found that most of the food was still fresh enough to eat. It wasn't the healthiest of things, but pretzels were carbs and they would hold them longer than sugar wood. With her back below the counter, and a pretzel in her hand, Ana pulled out her communicator to attempt to check in with her brother and James again.

Scrolling through the journals, she found the video, and what she saw made her face go pale with shock. Her breathing became fast and she responded to his posts with a scream. "James! James! Someone help him!" She didn't care for silence, she didn't care for anything as her body shook and she just screaming James over and over.

Re: Saturday night, after James is burnt, in a pretzel stand-y thing. lt_n_uhura June 20 2010, 02:40:28 UTC

Uhura heard the shout and bolted over from where she had been sitting, taking a break between waves of zombies.

"Ana!" She let out a soft breath and checked around, hoping the others would cover them for a moment if need be. She saw the woman staring at her communicator and it took only seconds for Uhura to find her own and realize what was happening.

Squatting down beside her, Uhura reached over to try and put a hand over the screen.

"Ana, don't. Just...turn it off. Right now."

Saturday night, after James is burnt, in a pretzel stand-y thing. no_nanomites June 20 2010, 02:49:16 UTC

Ana was replaying it. Of course she was replaying it, she couldn't stop rewatching it, Her eyes were wide and her breath was coming in large gasps. She was on the verge of hyperventilating, and she tried to pull the communicator away from Uhura when she put her hand over the screen. "No!" Ana screamed again. "No! I need to see if he's alive."

It was insanity, because really it didn't matter if he was alive or not considering the fact that the zombie had taken a large chomp on his face. "He can't be dead," she whimpered. "He can't be."

There were two forces at work in Ana right now; one part wanted to curl up and die, and the other wanted to get up and find him. She had to find him and Rex.

Saturday night, after James is burnt, in a pretzel stand-y thing. thatlibbychick June 20 2010, 02:49:36 UTC

The blood drained from Libby's face as she heard Ana start to scream. Rex had specifically asked her to watch out for his sister, so that's what she needed to do.

Libby rushed to Ana and Uhura. She placed her hands on Ana's shoulders and looked at her, trying for a calm expression. She hoped that was what it was coming across as.

"Ana, please, calm down," she said, choosing her words carefully. "Take a deep breath and think about it for a moment. The only people who can be there for him now are the people in his group, and they must already know what's going on. Luring more zombies towards us and getting yourself killed isn't going to help him."

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Early Sunday morning thatlibbychick June 20 2010, 03:02:55 UTC

As the group progressed further through the mall, still looking for the safehouse, things went from bad to worse. As if all the trauma they'd gone through and the loss of Ana's boyfriend wasn't enough, and the universe had to make up for the fact that there hadn't been a single casualty among their group.

Libby was first to hear the crying. Maybe it was because she was trained to pick up on that sort of thing, or maybe it was just terrible luck. Neither was outside the realm of possibility.

"Someone's crying," she said quietly, and before anyone had a chance to object, she broke away from the group just enough to move ahead and glance inside a nearby store. She wanted to help whoever it was, after all. There, crying mournfully, was what appeared to be a normal young woman. Another survivor.

"Miss, are you--" is all Libby got to call out to her before the woman whirled around, eyes blazing a diseased red, and rushed her, shrieking.

Libby had time to scream, back up and fire a few shots into the thing's chest before it was upon her.

Early Sunday morning lastconfessor June 20 2010, 03:14:03 UTC

"Libby!" Kahlan yelled, as the witch attacked Libby. Kahlan rushed forward to help, swinging the machete at the zombie. The witch was tough though and Kahlan's weapon didn't do much damage to her. Only then did Kahlan wish she knew how to shoot a gun and that she had one on her. But she kept hacking until one of the others came up to help.

Early Sunday morning thatlibbychick June 20 2010, 03:20:14 UTC

The witch seemed to barely notice Libby's shots or the cuts Kahlan was making upon it. It continued to swipe at Libby with its sharp fingertips.

The first swipe cut the forearm Libby held up to protect her face.

The second knocked the gun from her hand, and it slid across the floor behind her.

The third found three of its claws buried inside her abdomen, and that's when Libby froze, bent over but still and nearly dumb, as if poleaxed. The only sound she uttered was a quiet whimper.

The witch gouged her face with its other hand before withdrawing the first from Libby's stomach, but once it did she crumpled to the floor, still silent.

Re: Early Sunday morning lt_n_uhura June 20 2010, 13:33:00 UTC

"Libby, don't-" Uhura protested, but it was apparently too late as she watched the other woman rush off. Great. Uhura sighed and hesitated for a moment. She heard the crying as well, but was creeped out by it, rather than intrigued. So it wasn't too much of a surprise when the crying turned to a shriek and gunshots rang out. Kahlan went first, but Uhura wasn't too far behind.

But it was too late. Uhura emptied her clip in the witch before instantly going to Libby, trying to move her away as well as find a pulse.

[ooc: Sorry for the delay there! My internet went out just as I finished writing it!]

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