[ showcase #7 - we have lost the dawn ]

[viridian_knight]

[A - 1491 Kramden Rd - backdated to last Wed after the end of the zombie infestation]

[It's his second go at dying in Mayfield, his second time to wake up in the early hours of the morning the following day. There's a stab of panic, oh so brief, until he remembers where he is and that he's alive and well and not a mindless corpse out to eat the

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Between A and B

[ooeeooahah]

[ Wednesday morning? By that time, the crater in the front lawn of the neighbor's house hasn't healed, but the front door might be fixed. ]

Re: Between A and B

[viridian_knight]

[The Jordan lawn hasn't fared much better- deep ruts from the fire engine's tires still mar what grass is left, the rest a mess of mud and unmentionable liquids. The sky is clear, a pretty September day.

Nothing ever feels right anymore in the town. Having made his sweep for any remaining undead, satisfied at finding none, and after he's hosed the sidewalk and the house down, he makes his way across the street to see his neighbor.]

Ilsa, it's Hal. Er. No longer a member of the slavering undead, scout's honor.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa answers the door. Her eyes are bloodshot, and she's awfully pale, but she does have a faint smile for Hal. ]

Hey, Hal. Is Lois okay?

[viridian_knight]

[Hal returns the smile, a little tired at the edges but genuine, for what it's worth.]

I found her baking this morning. [His tone suggests that this is out of the ordinary] But she'll be fine. Thank you for everything you've done.

How are you and yours?

[heartstar_blues]

[There's the guy in a trench coat, hands tucked into his pockets, seeming to be moping.

He's avoiding people and not really watching where he is going.

That includes walking into traffic and not seeming to care about the near misses he gets as cars swerve around him honking horns.]

[viridian_knight]

Hey! Hey-

[Hal has a few choice, rather unheroic gestures for the honking Mayfieldians in their cars as he takes off after the other man, aiming to seize him by the coat and haul him up onto the sidewalk. He doesn't necessarily have to be polite about it.]

Captain, right? What the Hell do you think you're doing?

[heartstar_blues]

[Tries to pretend like he didn't hear the guy.

Then he's grabbed, and stumbles over to the side walk.]

I'm walking, what does it look like I'm doing?

[viridian_knight]

Then do it on the sidewalk, for Pete's sake. You could have been killed.

[Fine words from a guy just back from the dead, but Hal stands firm.]

[loistheintrepid]

[Lois hasn't slept since she had to watch Hannibal put a bullet in the middle of her faux husband's forehead last night. The zombie infestation has finally cleared, though it's not exactly cheering her up any. Right now, despite the shambles their house is currently in, she's attempting to keep busy in the kitchen. Bustling about measuring - or attempting to measure - flour, sugar, baking soda... It's very unlike Lois to even be caught dead anywhere near an oven, yet here she is, muttering recipe portions out loud to herself and attempting to mix a strange consistency of batter in an oversized mixing bowl.

Better than sitting around cleaning zombie guts out of the carpet and hoping for Hal to come back to life, anyway.]

[viridian_knight]

[He tries not to let his hands linger on the back of his head when he runs them through his hair, making sure everything is indeed intact. No shattered skull, no grey matter gobbing out like putrefying meat, check. All body parts accounted for, check. Heartbeat, check. All systems go.

The kitchen door bangs against the wall when he shoulders it open, looking somewhat quizzical upon Lois and her sudden baking frenzy.]

Please don't tell me I have to eat that. [Relief floods his voice. She's all right.]

[loistheintrepid]

[The moment she hears the heavy thud of the door hit the wall behind her, Lois whips around, metal whisk held up defensively as a remnant of Zombie Hunter Lois from the past few days.

Goopy batter splatters against the mauve walls and slurps down her hand as she stares at him a moment, blinking and taking in the sight of him. The next moment, both batter and whisk hit the ground and she flings herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and shutting her eyes tightly.]

You're not a rotting corpse!

[viridian_knight]

Oof! [Catching her, he staggers back a little from the impact and in turn holds her firmly to his chest. She's getting gooey cake...cookie...whatever batter in his hair, but Hal isn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth over something so precious as this.]

No. I mean yes. I mean- [He releases a huff of air, muffled against her shoulder and resolves to just shut the hell up and hold her. When he pulls away a not-insignificant amount of time later his eyes are plainly red, but obviously that must be from the copious amount of flour in the air.]

What day is it? Where is everyone? Lois- what happened while I was- [dead] -gone?