[open] zombies, zombies everywhere

[causeshardons]

Who: Claire Redfield and anyone who wants to run into her or needs help or whatever
What: ZOMBIES! Having experience in the field of zombie killing Claire sets out to help.
Where: all over
When: all week
Warnings: violence against the undead, mel being a slow tagger
Notes: feel free to reply however you want, separate threads, thread jacking in s'

Comments

[keepastrnghrt]

Mitham wasn't used to zombies, but he was used to dodging people much smarter and faster than most of these monsters. He expertly made his way through the streets, keeping clear of most of the creatures that took interest in him, and swinging a crowbar at the heads of any that got too close.

He was admittedly surprised whenever he found someone else on the street. He knew he shouldn't be. Some people were out here fighting these things, others, like him, didn't want to get trapped in a building somewhere, or hadn't found their way to safety at all.

Either way, it did surprise him to see someone jogging down the street in his direction. He slipped out of the shadows and into sight, knowing that it was always a good idea to stay with someone when possible.

[causeshardons]

She slowed when she saw something come out from the shadows. She started to rise her gun out of habit and reflex. Wait, hold on a second, that looked like a kid. For 19 she already had some fairly strong maternal instincts so there wasn't anyway Claire could ignore a kid especially one who appeared to be all alone when there are zombies around.

She walked right up to Mitham and crouched down a little to be more at level with him.

"Hey." She took a moment to check if anyone, undead or otherwise, was around before continuing. "Are you all alone out here?"

[keepastrnghrt]

He backpedaled in shock when she came so boldly to him. He was still getting used to adults approaching him in such a forward way and not meaning him any harm.

He mentally scolded himself for drawing back from her, though. Of course she was only coming over to see if she could help. Even if she was a stranger, they both had more to worry about than what the other might do.

The boy was a mess, though, a few burns from acid, forearms and knees wrapped in bandages, a bloody crowbar gripped in one hand, and smears of long-dried blood in his hair that didn't appear to be from any trauma to his head so it was likely it had been someone else's blood, or something.

"Yeah. It's just me right now."

[biggestdouche]

Well, this week was eventful.

Already he had helped breaking a criminal out of prison after being one of the people who put him in prison, fell off a cliff and landed on zombie dogs (it was a nice throwback at least, he thought), and he had found himself on Red Mist's streetcar, helping pick of zombies and actually bonding with the kid.

Of course, all of this happened while in his bear suit.

He didn't mind being on his own during this entire thing, after all, for the most part he had been individually fighting his entire life. But at least in Dryfield, he had a buddy who knew how to handle half-human, half-puma, half-dog, half-whatever else creatures like he did.

Making his way down the street, he also made sure to move swiftly. Hiding wouldn't do him any good. He had his gun in hand, when he noticed someone running toward him. At first, he raised his gun to shoot. He thought it could have been one of the faster zombies, but in an instant, he noticed that it was actually someone familiar.

"Redfield?"

[causeshardons]

When she saw Kyle raise his gun she slowed to a stop and raised her hands.

"Whoa, I'm not a zombie." That would be the second time she'd had to say that. The context was completely different but it reminded her of Sherry. But no time to think about that. At the mention of her name she tilted her head to study this person. Well, she had to assume it was a regular person under there. Maybe she was just over worked but the voice alone wasn't ringing a bell.

"I don't remember any blue bears." She gave a small smile.

backtaging yaaaay

[useless_reptile]

Fortunately for Toothless, when the zombie apocalypse started, he had managed to make his way to the top of a nice big tree through a rather complicated series of climbs, jumps, and glides. This was fortunate because by the time the walking undead decided to grace the city with their cheerful presences, he was quite nicely out of reach.

Unfortunately for our dragon, he no longer was one. Rather, he was an unfortunate tangle of awkward limbs on a branch that looked so much further from the ground than it had when he climbed into it. With no claws to cling to the branches, and no idea how to use his new opposable thumbs, Toothless tumbled unceremoniously from the tree. He crashed through the branches and landed in a rather painful heap.

With a darkened sky, the faded smell of death in the air (thank the stars humans had bad noses), and the only slight inconvenience of suddenly being a different species, Toothless did what any sensible creature would do given this exact scenario.

He panicked.

8Db

[causeshardons]

From a distance away a few gunshots could be heard. Sometimes firing a few shots was unavoidable when dealing with zombies. The main problem with using a gun is that it had a way of attracting more zombies so she had to keep moving.

That's when the area opened up. Claire proceeded much more cautiously, taking the time to thoroughly scan the area. It was the dogs she was most worried about. They were fast. And this seemed like their kind of place.

Hearing something move, in one quick motion Claire turned and pointed her gun at it.

[useless_reptile]

Toothless froze. Here he was in more than a vulnerable state- he knew for a fact that humans did not have scales and were easily wounded. Or at least, Hiccup threw such a big fit whenever Toothless tried to jump on him that he assumed such was the case.

Here he was, and now, there was another. The smell of death oozed from her like blood from a wound. Even as a human, Toothless' nose crinkled. He couldn't do more than lie there and stare at the new human, meeting her eyes. His instincts told him to fear the familiar air aggression, as he had feared humans before coming to this new home, but his new form prevented him from moving with any grace.

Though he had heard humans speak, he had no familiarity with the new muscle in his mouth to form even a close approximation. So instead, he tried to use the tree he had fallen from to heave himself up in a flailing mass of arms and legs, wishing he had even his damaged tail to help him balance.

[causeshardons]

Zombies don't react. That means this wasn't a zombie she'd just turned her gun on. Realizing this fairly quickly Claire immediately lowered the gun. Her expression changed along with it, becoming softer.

"Sorry. I didn't know."

She blinked.

He seemed to be having some difficulty getting to his feet. She didn't blame him after all she had probably scared him with that little mistake. Claire took a couple steps closer and offered out her free hand.

"Here."