Attack of the Poorly Inspired B Movie

[deaths_heritor]

[action, for 308 Miller Street]
[Sometime shortly past noon on Sunday, there is a black-cloaked woman walking through the door.  As in, literally through it.  She's unruffled, though her voice carries a tone of urgency.]

Grandfather?  Grandfather, we need to talk.

[Also she is carrying an extremely sharp sword dripping blood and other messy body

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[action]

[strike_you_out]

[In the midst of clubbing in the cranium of a downed zombie, Slugger looks up at the tap on his shoulder. He turns, blood splattered all over his golden skates, up to his knees and even beneath his chin. At the sight of her, he freezes momentarily, as if wondering whether she will attempt to make him stop and return to the bunker (for which he already has a protest formulating in his mind).

If she couldn't tell from the multitude of zombie corpses littering the ground, he's been having quite a bit of fun in his element.]

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[deaths_heritor]

Slugger, stop and go to the bunker.

[deaths_heritor]

...But you're not going to listen so we're going to skip past the parts where you attempt to convince me you'll be alright frolicking through zombie drones to the part where I reluctantly allow you to do as you like so long as you promise to check back in at nights and wash that blood off.

Though I'm a bit curious as to what excuse you would have used.

[strike_you_out]

[He gives her the grin for which he's best known and shoulders his bat.]

I would've asked why you don't stop and go the bunker.

[ action ]

[notalwystrthful]

You needn't worry about the surviving part, Miss Sto Helit. I've heeded your advice to the tee.

[ Even if she's on edge, she allows a very little smile cross her lips. ]

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan glances around the shed again.]

I ought to have asked you earlier why you were staying on someone else's property. This isn't on the address you gave me, is it?

[notalwystrthful]

No, but through my note taking, I noticed the shed here had something in it. So, I used this opportunity to check it out and it turns out I was right.

[deaths_heritor]

Well. I'm glad those 'somethings' didn't turn out to be piles of turnips. Anyone else drop by yet?

[308 Miller]

[bread_goes_bip]

[Looks at Susan. Looks at the sword. Remains quite calm.]

I take it we have a problem.

[deaths_heritor]

Oh. Hello, Didi.

[As if not holding the sword.]

...Actually, this matter concerns you, as well.

[bread_goes_bip]

It does? What's happening?

[Well... besides trouble. That's fairly obvious.]

[deaths_heritor]

Zombies.

And as much as I like Reg Shoe, I really don't think they're representative of the Fresh Start Club.

[deaths_heritor]

I believe that's the advice I ought to be giving to you. You're honestly fighting zombies with weapons that require you to get within six inches of their teeth?

[deaths_heritor]

And... the addition of you wielding a fruit knife will turn the tides against the zombie hordes. Your heroism isn't in question, Zidane, but I really must insist you at least find a longer blade.

[likescats]

[Turns a corner. Oh well this is odd.]

YES?

[deaths_heritor]

Oh, there you are.

Do you remember that time when you took a vacation and the souls built up until the toast started buttering itself and the corpses refused to stop walking?

[likescats]

QUITE WELL.

[deaths_heritor]

Right.

It's a bit like that, except with actual undead. More corpses and less toast. Also, these ones seem to be quite fond of mathematics.