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Who:  Luke and anyone!

Where:  Throughout the Barge

When:  During the Flood

What:  Zombie on the loose

Warnings:  Carnage(?)

The door to Luke's cabin opens and he takes several steps out into the open twisting his head as the bones in his neck popped audibly.  He inhaled deeply and gave a sigh of contentment.  Looked like there was plenty of food to be

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[helpmejeeves]

Bertie Wooster was walking down the corridor, hat on head and wangee in hand, whistling a cheery tune. All that was lacking was a fresh rosebud for his lapel and Jeeves and his enormous fish-fed brain attending his needs.

Although he thinks even Jeeves might have had a spot of trouble with the enormous, partially decayed monster stalking his way. He dropped his stick from fingers numb with surprise and stared at the apparition, his jaw slack.

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"Hmmmm...hi there. Mind givin' me a hand? I'm lookin for the main course."

He might have smiled just then, though it was hard to tell without any lips over his gleaming teeth.

[helpmejeeves]

"Er...the dining hall is on level one. They might have a few comestibles available." He tried not to stare. Aunt Agatha had drilled into him that he should always be polite upon meeting strangers. That the stranger may not be entirely human was no excuse to be rude.

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"Well, isn't that just courteous of ya. Would you mind showing me the way too? I'd hate to get lost on the way."

Moving closer, it's clear that his body appears to be in between stages of decay, streaks of dried blood still matted around his jaws.

[wichita_kansas]

Bitchita, being the charming credit to humanity that she is, could be found wandering the halls of the Barge, entirely unable to find her cabin. Reading's for chumps, anyway. She had managed to seduce a handle of scotch off of some poor sucker, and now wandered drunk and alone through the generally unsafe passageways.

Rounding a corner, she took notice of another passenger making his way in the opposite direction, heading toward her. As she moved closer, she began to realize that the man was badly wounded. Not pretty, damsel-in-distress wounds she was accustomed to faking, either. Festering, smelling, untreated wounds. She began to take a few steps slowly back, covering her mouth with a hand.

"Oh, that's so gross. Seriously. You need to get to the infirmary, STAT."

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"Oh no, I'm fine. I just need to put a little someone in my stomach."

That was definitely not a slip of the tongue. With the way his eyes seemed to follow her from head to toe with his eyes, she could probably tell a predatory gaze when she saw one.

Just this time, it's much more literal as he stalks closer.

[expectremorse]

Mark Hoffman has been roaming through the ship in search of his wife. It'd always been dangerous on the boat with these...floods, and while he was confident Amanda could take care of herself, it didn't hurt to be concerned.

She was his rock, she was everything good about him and he didn't want to loose her.

So when he spots the zombie he backs up several steps and reaches for...a gun that wasn't there. Cursing-he holds out his hands.

"Please don't hurt me."

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"Mmmm, can't make any promises on that one. I'm sure it'll stop hurting eventually. Somewhere around the time your heart stops beating."

Mouth opening, he licks his tongue along the edges of his mouth as he starts coming closer.

[jurisfictional]

Thursday1-4's been storming through the corridors in a poorly-thought-out attempt to look for an exit. She's starting to think there isn't one, but that's not going to stop her from trying.

She hasn't been able to find her gun, but she's lugging around the chair from her room. It's not precisely a weapon, but she'll hang onto it for the time being in case she gets a chance to take out her anger on something or someone.

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All that noise is sure to get his attention. Sounds like a dinner bell to his badly decomposed ears as he turns a corner and locks his eyes on her with a grin.

"Mmmm, nice."

[jurisfictional]

Thursday1-4 starts briefly at the sight--fucking zombies? Seriously?--but she recovers quickly. Zombies are something she can deal with. And, potentially, something to hit with a chair.

She returns his grin with a sneer. "Like what you see?"

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"Oh yeah. Look good enough to eat. In fact, I think I will."

With a ravenous snarl, he moves towards her quickly, fingers curled into claws to grab and rend and tear.