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Tom / Jonathan Coulton / barways -- WITH ZOMBIES

Apr 16, 2011 13:10

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untiedtheknots April 16 2011, 20:06:34 UTC

One of the zombies sprouts an arrow from his forehead.

(Made from cypress wood, to be precise. Artemis has been keeping a few more of them around after that trip to Las Vegas.)

She climbs up on top of a table for a better vantage point, lining up her next shot.

untiedtheknots April 16 2011, 21:35:58 UTC

The floor is an excellent choice. Artemis takes a seat beside him.

"Good to meet you, Tom.

That happen a lot, where you're from?"

re_mybrains April 16 2011, 21:38:39 UTC

He laughs sharply. It doesn't sound entirely healthy.

"Shambles? Oh, yeah. Yeah, the whole zombie apocalypse thing really upped the occurrences of undead hordes trapping people in enclosed spaces. Yep."

untiedtheknots April 16 2011, 21:40:26 UTC

"Shit," she replies eloquently.

"How long has it been going on?"

re_mybrains April 16 2011, 21:43:19 UTC

". . . I don't know anymore," he admits, surprised. "A year? I don't . . ."

He lifts his hands to rub his face and stops. They're covered in zombie.

"Aw, fuck," tiredly. "Fuck my life."

untiedtheknots April 16 2011, 21:46:39 UTC

Artemis decides to start small.

"You want a towel?"

re_mybrains April 16 2011, 21:48:40 UTC

"Yeah, sure. Thanks."

He looks up. "Are you okay? Did you get clawed or anything?"

untiedtheknots April 16 2011, 21:50:24 UTC

"No problem. Could use one myself."

She takes a look at her arms; filthy, but unmarked. "No, don't think so."

re_mybrains April 16 2011, 21:55:14 UTC

"Good. Okay. Good. What'm I saying, you probably can't get sick anyway."

untiedtheknots April 16 2011, 21:57:52 UTC

"It's normally not a problem," she admits.

"But I haven't dealt with zombies before, either." She gets to her feet. "Be right back."

And she is, with towels.

re_mybrains April 16 2011, 22:06:02 UTC

"Thanks."

His hands are shaking when he accepts a towel -- adrenaline crash.

untiedtheknots April 16 2011, 22:26:39 UTC

"You're welcome."

She crouches back down beside him, cleaning off her hands and then turning her attention to her bow.

re_mybrains April 16 2011, 22:40:48 UTC

Once he gets his hands clean, he steals a glance sideways at her.

"--My stuff." He sits up. "My stuff, I left it back there."

His journal and his cricket bat. Dammit.

untiedtheknots April 16 2011, 22:56:52 UTC

She looks over her shoulder at the door.

"How far back there?"

re_mybrains April 16 2011, 23:01:48 UTC

"All the way out in the parking lot."

untiedtheknots April 16 2011, 23:07:48 UTC

She worries her lower lip between her teeth.

"I'm guessing that's far."

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