♣ The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress [Open]

[blackhole_revel]

Who: tact2track, blackhole_revel, _devil_inside and anyone who wants in...
When: Night One; Zombie invasion
Where: Through Solamente Park
Rating: R [swearing, murder of undead things, lots of fun]
Summary: Vortex and Hunt do what they do, with some exploding brains in the process.

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[militisvenator]

The urgent message on his NOC pulled Grant from his walk from the Enforcer Headquarters. It was Mercy and...zombies? He'd heard her and the others talk about them from the shows they'd watched or books they'd read. But where they really here? Well. There were vampires...

Quickly feeling out where Mercy was, Grant put on a burst of speed so he could try and get to her as soon as possible. He didn't have any guns or anything to defend them with. But he couldn't let her run around by herself. After what seemed like forever he caught her running further into the park. And sure enough there were two creatures chasing her. And they smelled so vile.

"Mercy!" He yelled, trying to filter his way to get into step with her without crossing paths with the zombies. Luckily they didn't seem to travel that fast. He caught up with her quickly. "How do we stop them?"

[blackhole_revel]

Slightly out of breath -damnit, she had to pick up with training again, Mercy caught sight of Grant before he shouted, stopping to look behind her, Mercy grabbed onto Grant's arm while watching them.

"You beat the ever loving shit out of them." She had to hope that the movies got that right. That it wasn't some stupid little story and that it fucking worked. "Grab a fucking plank, bat, iron pipe. Shit anything and just swing." Maybe the bridge, they could rip up the bottom.

"The bridge, we'll try that." And if that failed, well, Mercy knew Grant could pack a punch, it was just getting close enough to do enough damage with their fists to make it count. "Come on." Pulling his arm, heading towards the running water and the bridge closest, Mercy hoped to hell they were still slow enough that they could break some of the wooden ledge to use as a bat before the disgusting things caught up.

[militisvenator]

He let her tug her along, he didn't bother looking back. Despite them being undead he could still feel their presence and knew how close they were to them. Grant was busy looking around to find something to help defend themselves with. His eyes fell to the bridge when she spoke, picking up on her idea

[blackhole_revel]

Pausing for a second, her blood running cold, Mercy scrambled across the bridge as Grant turned to face the zombies. God, this didn't feel real. On the other side, Mercy braced herself before kicked at the wooden banister of the bridge, trying to dislodge the beam that held it up from the grass.

She needed to put some strength behind it, kicking out several times and yelling in frustration as it took too long to get it loose. Grant was on his own, weaponless against God knew what.

Were zombies strong? Did they have weapons? What if they got him? What if one of them bit him and all those movies were right? "Come on!" Kicking again and again, pushing her muscles even past the burn, Mercy finally splintered the beam, ignoring the possible splinters to yank the beam free and the one above it to get back to Grant quick.

[embracedempathy]

The events leading up to her getting trapped within an abandoned building with zombies was a bit of a blur. All she knew was that she was emotionally unstable and that was never a good thing when it came down to it. Lauren yelled and screamed at the top of her lungs, but nothing came. It just excited the zombies more and she has no empathy over them.

She managed to push abandoned filing cabinets and various other pieces of furniture onto the ground to create some obstacles between her and the zombies, but they weren't working as well as she'd like. This wasn't the way she wanted to die; she wasn't ready, but if she was supposed to die, it shouldn't be to zombies.

She was perched atop a rather tall bookcase that wasn't very stable, but it was better than nothing.

[militisvenator]

Coming out of the portal wasn't the best thing for Grant's nausea. Holding the gun away and getting a safe distance from Mercy he got rid of everything that was in his stomach and more. A small shiver went up his spine that threatened to make the rest of his body shake, but he fought it away, wiping his mouth and cocking the gun into place.

"She's inside...and so are they." Of course she was trapped in there with a mass of goddamn zombies. He could feel them, he could smell them, and he wanted to puke again. But he pressed forward and into the building. He knew Mercy would follow suit.

Pushing his sickness aside Grant aimed his gun carefully for focal points in the zombies crowding around the entrance, planting bullets into their skulls and then using the blunt of the gun to bash their heads in. He had to save Mercy's bullets, and he didn't have time to mess around.

[blackhole_revel]

The fact that she couldn't even smell the puke was worrying, but the stench of decaying flesh was far too strong. And ever the focused one, Grant pressed on. She could feel the emotional disturbance, feel the instability around them and that alone told her that Lauren wasn't okay, at all.

"Right behind you." And she was, the moment she got in range, Mercy swung the beam, and if she'd been at all focused she would've commented on the skull splitting open like a watermelon. But there were other things on her mind, namely getting Lauren, and getting Grant checked out. It wasn't a check up he needed anymore, it was treatment, some serious intervention on whatever infection those foul things had give him.

"Lauren!" Yeah, they sure as shit couldn't linger around.

[embracedempathy]

Lauren's emotional state would have been better if she had more bullets; but she only have a clip on her person and that was disposed of rather quickly. She let out a rather high pitched scream when they tried to climb onto the bookshelf and one of the boards broke. It was enough to set the shelf to sway more than it was.

Her eyes shot open when she heard gunshots. It was hard to hear since her mind was so overwhelmed with things and hearing was the one sense that dulled down, but she was able to feel that it was Mercy and Grant's emotional signature.

The atmosphere in the room lightened a great deal and it wasn't so overpowering since she was able to control her emotions better. "Grant! Mercy!"