The streets, not far from J,GOB, Wednesday evening
It was bound to happen eventually. Priestly's large stash of hair coloring from home was starting to run out. If he was to keep up with his reputation for wild hair, he had to go out and buy more before meeting up with Dinah for some hot chocolate
Hair dye handwavily acquired, he headed for the God of Biscuits place. Just a simple hair-dye-and-cocoa run. What could possibly go wrong with that?
From the shadows of an alley, eyes watched him.
Slow footsteps started to thud behind him.
And a goal was acquired.
Priestly paused at the sound of footsteps and glanced around.
"Hello?"
The footsteps stopped. Then shuffled forward. A hunched figure. Maybe mumbling, saying... something?
Priestly peered closer. Okay, that person was just not right. He jogged over. "Hey, man, are you okay?"
"Grraarrrr.... Braaaaaains," the man demanded, making a swipe at Priestly, his sunken face and decaying fingers now visible. "Naaaaaaawwww..."
Priestly had been leaning in to try and get a good look at the guy, and as such took the swipe full on the side of his head. He grunted and staggered sideways. "The hell?!"
Low growls and mumbles from down the street, as someone else smelled Brains!
The zombie made another grab at Priestly, wanting to secure his meal before anyone else arrived. "Raaawww..." Like sushi!
Priestly was a bit dazed from the first swipe, and didn't quite manage to dodge properly. The zombie got him by the wrist before he could get away. "Shit!"
On her way to meet up with Priestly at J,GOB, Dinah heard his voice from down the street, and started to hurry, then called his name when she saw him struggling with someone down the sidewalk. "Priestly? Priestly!"
"Grrrrarrrrr...."
Priestly whipped his head around when he heard Dinah calling, jerking his arm to try and break out of the thing's grip. "Dinah! Run!"
He jerked his arm again and felt something wrench in his wrist, sending a sharp stab of pain up his arm. He let out what he would later swear was a manly grunt, not a scream.
Which only made Dinah run faster toward him, then throw a blast of telekinesis at the thing as soon as she was close enough to be sure she wouldn't hit Priestly. "Priestly! Hey! Let him go!"
"Rawwww-- agh!" The zombie had reared back, still hanging onto Priestly, then been shoved back, losing its grip on Priestly as it was thrown back twenty feet to land with a squashy thud.
Another wrench, another stab of pain, and Priestly had the clarity of mind to yank back again as the thing was jerked away from him. Which really only sent him stumbling backwards again, tripping over his own feet before falling heavily to the ground, his head smacking against the pavement.
"Oh God, are you okay?" Dinah hit the ground right next to him, starting to check Priestly for injuries, then heard another low growl. "No, no, get up, get up!"
"Braaaaains." The zombie was getting to its feet. Shuffle, thud. Thud thud thud as three more zombies approached.
Priestly blinked at her for a moment, pulling one arm in to his chest while the other one went gingerly to his head. "Homeless people around here smell really bad."
Yes. Priestly was a genius.
"Priestly!" Dinah yanked with all her strength and a TK pull that got him to his feet. "They're zombies!"
"Braaaainzzzz...." And they were only about ten feet away now.
"RUN!"
Priestly was trying to wrap his muddled head around that new piece of information. "Real ones?"
Then it clicked. "Oh shit!" And he started stumbling along. "Kill 'em! Kill 'em!"
Another TK push sent the first zombie stumbling and then falling into the three behind it, and then Dinah had her arm around Priestly's back to keep him from falling down as she pulled him across the park towards the Clinic. "Run! This way! Clinic, the clinic!"
Behind them, she could hear growling, snarling, and then, "Miiiiiine..."
The world was doing this kinda spinny thing, and Priestly couldn't help but stare at the zombie pile up behind them as he let Dinah lead him along. "They -- how'd you -- holy shit."
"Later later later trust me Priestly, I'll tell you whatever it is later," Dinah insisted, pushing and half-dragging him down the street as fast as she could. "We have to get off the street! Behind a door, and, and, tell someone in charge and get you help okay? Just run!"
"Who's in charge'a zombies?" Priestly mused. His head hurt. And his arm. The running wasn't helping. "Oh god." He pawed at Dinah with his good arm. "Gonna puke. . . ."
"Braiiiinssssss... Hiss-thud of footsteps, getting further away, but still approaching.
"Puking later," Dinah half-pleaded, half-ordered, grabbing at him with her telekinesis again to keep him moving. Shove upright, push forward as she pulled. "Police, I don't know, c'mon c'mon we're almost there, I swear, Priestly--" Another TK shove to push over a trash can into the zombies' path, and a park bench that wasn't nailed down too. "C'mon!"
"Puke later. 'Kay." Priestly valiantly tried to hurry. And blearily wondered if he should tell Dinah that something kept pushing at him. . . . "I'm comin'. I'm comin'."
to the clinic, to the clinic!
[ooc: Preplayed with the delightful blondecanary. Zombie icon from zombiestars. NFI, broadcast is fiiiiiine]
Hair dye handwavily acquired, he headed for the God of Biscuits place. Just a simple hair-dye-and-cocoa run. What could possibly go wrong with that?
From the shadows of an alley, eyes watched him.
Slow footsteps started to thud behind him.
And a goal was acquired.
Priestly paused at the sound of footsteps and glanced around.
"Hello?"
The footsteps stopped. Then shuffled forward. A hunched figure. Maybe mumbling, saying... something?
Priestly peered closer. Okay, that person was just not right. He jogged over. "Hey, man, are you okay?"
"Grraarrrr.... Braaaaaains," the man demanded, making a swipe at Priestly, his sunken face and decaying fingers now visible. "Naaaaaaawwww..."
Priestly had been leaning in to try and get a good look at the guy, and as such took the swipe full on the side of his head. He grunted and staggered sideways. "The hell?!"
Low growls and mumbles from down the street, as someone else smelled Brains!
The zombie made another grab at Priestly, wanting to secure his meal before anyone else arrived. "Raaawww..." Like sushi!
Priestly was a bit dazed from the first swipe, and didn't quite manage to dodge properly. The zombie got him by the wrist before he could get away. "Shit!"
On her way to meet up with Priestly at J,GOB, Dinah heard his voice from down the street, and started to hurry, then called his name when she saw him struggling with someone down the sidewalk. "Priestly? Priestly!"
"Grrrrarrrrr...."
Priestly whipped his head around when he heard Dinah calling, jerking his arm to try and break out of the thing's grip. "Dinah! Run!"
He jerked his arm again and felt something wrench in his wrist, sending a sharp stab of pain up his arm. He let out what he would later swear was a manly grunt, not a scream.
Which only made Dinah run faster toward him, then throw a blast of telekinesis at the thing as soon as she was close enough to be sure she wouldn't hit Priestly. "Priestly! Hey! Let him go!"
"Rawwww-- agh!" The zombie had reared back, still hanging onto Priestly, then been shoved back, losing its grip on Priestly as it was thrown back twenty feet to land with a squashy thud.
Another wrench, another stab of pain, and Priestly had the clarity of mind to yank back again as the thing was jerked away from him. Which really only sent him stumbling backwards again, tripping over his own feet before falling heavily to the ground, his head smacking against the pavement.
"Oh God, are you okay?" Dinah hit the ground right next to him, starting to check Priestly for injuries, then heard another low growl. "No, no, get up, get up!"
"Braaaaains." The zombie was getting to its feet. Shuffle, thud. Thud thud thud as three more zombies approached.
Priestly blinked at her for a moment, pulling one arm in to his chest while the other one went gingerly to his head. "Homeless people around here smell really bad."
Yes. Priestly was a genius.
"Priestly!" Dinah yanked with all her strength and a TK pull that got him to his feet. "They're zombies!"
"Braaaainzzzz...." And they were only about ten feet away now.
"RUN!"
Priestly was trying to wrap his muddled head around that new piece of information. "Real ones?"
Then it clicked. "Oh shit!" And he started stumbling along. "Kill 'em! Kill 'em!"
Another TK push sent the first zombie stumbling and then falling into the three behind it, and then Dinah had her arm around Priestly's back to keep him from falling down as she pulled him across the park towards the Clinic. "Run! This way! Clinic, the clinic!"
Behind them, she could hear growling, snarling, and then, "Miiiiiine..."
The world was doing this kinda spinny thing, and Priestly couldn't help but stare at the zombie pile up behind them as he let Dinah lead him along. "They -- how'd you -- holy shit."
"Later later later trust me Priestly, I'll tell you whatever it is later," Dinah insisted, pushing and half-dragging him down the street as fast as she could. "We have to get off the street! Behind a door, and, and, tell someone in charge and get you help okay? Just run!"
"Who's in charge'a zombies?" Priestly mused. His head hurt. And his arm. The running wasn't helping. "Oh god." He pawed at Dinah with his good arm. "Gonna puke. . . ."
"Braiiiinssssss... Hiss-thud of footsteps, getting further away, but still approaching.
"Puking later," Dinah half-pleaded, half-ordered, grabbing at him with her telekinesis again to keep him moving. Shove upright, push forward as she pulled. "Police, I don't know, c'mon c'mon we're almost there, I swear, Priestly--" Another TK shove to push over a trash can into the zombies' path, and a park bench that wasn't nailed down too. "C'mon!"
"Puke later. 'Kay." Priestly valiantly tried to hurry. And blearily wondered if he should tell Dinah that something kept pushing at him. . . . "I'm comin'. I'm comin'."
to the clinic, to the clinic!
[ooc: Preplayed with the delightful blondecanary. Zombie icon from zombiestars. NFI, broadcast is fiiiiiine]