Fever Dreams [CLOSED]

[supersecretary]

Who: Pepper, V, Castiel (emitted)
When: Sometime during the Zombie event.
Where: ???
What: ZOMBIES ATTACK!
Notes: Pepper is experiencing a lot of trippy stuff as a result of being in shock.  Expect a lot of confusing narrative and picspam?

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I hope this is okay

[crazylikefawkes]

The shape which appeared around the corner wasn’t an angel, or even alive. It was a shambling horror---hardly humanoid---and advanced only slowly.

She had been bitten and it scented her blood; she had called out and it sped up, as if encouraged.

Its face was a ruin, almost unrecognizable although anyone could have identified its mouth---gaping and lipless, with strong squared teeth---immediately, and its intentions, as well. Its expression was vacant… but something in its structure suggested avarice.

Its animation was interrupted as a shadow struck, swinging a bat at the side of its head with savage force. The skull could have crumpled beneath the blow, but the zombie was thrown to the side too quickly to see---

And then there was V, taking her upper arm with one hand and urging her to stand.

“Where there is smoke, there is fire, and flames are fed by human hands---”

He lost the line when he saw, by the blood on her hand, that Pepper had been bitten.

“Pepper…”

Looks good to me~

[supersecretary]

Pepper's head rolled away from the yawning maw of the undead, mouth twisting in revulsion. She managed to pull the puppy closer to her body with her one good arm, but steeled herself for the worst--

There was a crunch, then the sound of a body slumping bonelessly to the ground and suddenly a strong hand lifting her up. She staggered, but eventually got shakily to her feet. V may find that, when he grabs her arm, his gloved hand closes over what seems to be a man's belt looped and tightened into a tourniquet, thus preventing the bite from infecting the rest of her body.

"V--" Pepper gasped in pain, feeling momentarily overcome with a wave of nausea at the sensation. She kept it together, but just barely. "Where's Castiel? Have you seen him?!"

Funny thing was, he was never here.

/relief

[crazylikefawkes]

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him; I haven’t talked to him in some time.” As he spoke, V shifted position; his left arm settled around Pepper, providing the secretary with some support, and his right hand still held the bat.

(It was streaked with questionable substances and it stank, but it had proved to be a servicable weapon, and more practical than a blade would have been.)

“We’re going to go back to the museum. Castiel can contact us over the network, whenever he is able… but we will have to escape now if we are going to escape at all. This way.”

The pressure of his arm across her back increased; he was pushing to steer her, through her shock, out his entrance. The way he’d come had been clear; if they moved quickly enough, they could cross several streets in relative safety.

[supersecretary]

I haven't seen him.

I haven't talked to him in some time.

Pepper allowed herself to be lead, tripping once until she decided that walking with just one high heel was about as effective as none and just... kicked it off. If it hadn't been for V's hand steadying her, she would have staggered to the floor numerous times.

"But he was... he was right here. We can't leave him, V!" She pleaded, "We--"

Something kept nagging at her senses, and it wasn't the smell from the Louisville slugger V was carrying. There were gaps in her memory -- such as where she was. Or where the Impala had gone -- hadn't she wrecked parked it over there?