#034 // everybody's coming, leave your body at the door

[distant_dragon]

GUARD AND HATCHERY STAFF, ATTENTION PLEASE.

I need you guys to HAUL ASS UP HERE. We have to get these things downstairs RIGHT NOW, and this time I can't help haul. There's enough of these bastards swarming the area that I think I'm gonna have to cover for the people moving things.

LEZARD. You, in particular. Zombies hate fire, don't they?

Comments

[moonlit_mirage]

Everything quite alright up there?

[distant_dragon]

I would say the answer is a resounding 'no'.

[moonlit_mirage]

Let me rephrase.

Is the situation remotely resembling "under control"?

[distant_dragon]

I'm going to opt for 'sort of'.

[extantlaw]

Zombies?

[There is a pause before he writes anything else, enough to indicate the thought process of "is this some kind of joke? No this is Drake. And this is the same place where a tree murdered a woman. Well fuck".]

I am in my office at the clinic. I have no idea if there are any other staff here, but there are in-patients.

[distant_dragon]

I just told Trust to get the patients out, if you've got people there -- get them to the Wilderness.

Mind the kittens.

[extantlaw]

I'll make sure they're ready. Advise Trust the clinic is locked and the lights are at emergency levels only.

I suspect the kittens can take care of themselves.

[Yes, it's a faint attempt at humour. Locked in a clinic possibly surrounded by zombies makes it necessary]

[misterbluesky]

I'm on my way down to help move them, Justice.

[distant_dragon]

Get the cocoons moved first.

These things don't like fire so Lezard and I will hold them off so you guys can get 'em moved.

[healing_death]

Since Gundam isn't ba

Do you need help moving the cocoons?

[distant_dragon]

We're covered for now with cocoons, help evacuate the noncombatants.

[healing_death]

Can do.