Horror Hotel Meme

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Horror Hotel Meme

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As this is a horror-themed meme, this post could potentially contain triggering material in the replies. Proceed with caution.

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Wichita | ZOMBIELAND | 2

[zombiefree]

[Ah, this was awesome. Spending stolen money on a sweet hotel room for once, instead of settling for a shady motel with questionable stains on the ceiling. Nope! Not this time. This time the room had carpet, a giant bed, a clean bathroom, and most importantly, a TV with cable. Wichita was just about to settle down and watch some mind-numbing TV when she heard a crack.

Yes, it was definitely a crack. Almost a snap, but it sounded harder than that. Like something breaking under some serious pressure. She looked around her room, under her feet, making sure the friggin' couch wasn't about to collapse under her or the like, but she didn't notice anything. Hn. Maybe it was the TV.

But then there it was again, this time followed by a thud, from directly above her.]

Fuck! [Of course it startled her, and she hopped off the couch, hands in total ninja position, ready to karate chop whatever might have fallen from the ceiling. Like that would help, at all, if the ceiling caved in over her.]

sticking w/ canon unless you want otherwise!

[forthetwinkies]

[Someone is supposed to be the reasonable adult here.

That someone is not Tallahassee, who all but kicks in the door in his haste for some action with his gun raised and aimed at the ceiling - no particular section of it, really.]

EAT THIS, YA FUCKERS.

[...as he fires at least two rounds into said ceiling. The only result is a small rain of plaster onto the bed and silence, but Tal still smiles in satisfaction and blows the smoke away from the tip of his gun.]

Think I got 'em? Wanna go check?

[zombiefree]

[Wichita just. Doesn't even. Say anything. At first, anyway. She just looks at her bed, the bed that looked so comfortable and was now covered in white dust and sheet-rock and holy shit. She's about five seconds away from shouting THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS, FLORIDA.]

We should check, yeah. [Her tone is so deadpan it's hard to tell if she's being sarcastic or just trying not to yell. That question is answered when she walks over to the side of the bed and grabs her shotgun.

Nevermind she's in her pajama boxers, tee shirt, and slippers. She could run in these slippers, she made sure of it when she took them from K-Mart however long ago, and that's all that mattered. Well, besides-] My sister's still with Columbus, right? Ghostbusters? [Little Rock couldn't get enough of that movie, not since that day at Bill Murray's house. And Columbus was nice enough to watch it with her almost every time.]

[forthetwinkies]

[Awesome, awesome, he is so fucking awesome. Tal is bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement, too caught up in the anticipation of the hunt to give the bed a second look -- partly because this isn't his room.]

Now that's what I wanna hear! [With a whoop, he exits the room, a gigantic grin on his face.]

Yeah, sure, for the--how many times is it now? Thirty-six? Whatever, who gives a shit. Let's go kick some ass! [Off he goes, running for the stairs to the second floor.]

[zombiefree]

[It was very much a good thing that Tallahassee had the skills behind his madness, because Wichita was having another one of those moments when she wonders how the hell he hasn't been eaten alive yet. If nothing else, he's going to end up getting them kicked out of this place, which would not be cool by her.]

I've got your back. [Like he was even paying attention to her.

She kept a few feet between herself and Tal, in case he turned the corner and found a dozen zombies headed his way and had to book it backwards, her gun at her side for now. She hadn't heard anymore fucked up sounds in the hallway, so maybe it was just her room.] Watch your friggin' trigger finger, yeah? There might actually be other people staying in this place too.

[forthetwinkies]

[The second floor is deserted and silent, but Tal knows from experience that appearances can definitely be deserving.]

Well, they ain't exactly crawlin' out of the woodwork, now are they?

[Even so, he gets serious as he prowls down the hallway, gun at the ready until he reaches the room right above Wichita's. Tal jiggles the door knob--it's locked securely, as he expected. He looks back at Wichita.]

Want me to do the honors?

[zombiefree]

[The silence is definitely creeping her out, but she doesn't let it phase her much. Her gun's in firing position as well, steps quiet and careful and she's not sure she even wants him to open the door, but she nods anyway, aiming her gun.]

I'm blaming you if we barge in on some couple getting their funky on. [Her voice is way too serious for the joke, but she's just focusing on the door now.]

[forthetwinkies]

[deadpan] Yeah, 'cause you'd totally dig that.

[Without further ado he shoots the lock off and kicks the door open, sliding in and advancing with practiced ease, gun up and ready to fire.

A few seconds later, his voice, irate and disappointed:]

...there is nothin' in this fucking hole.

[zombiefree]

No, there has to be. [Wichita's expression shifts, and not because she's disappointed exactly, but, kind of worried. She knew she heard something above her room, it was- No, there was definitely something up here.

She lowered her gun a little bit, but otherwise still stayed on her guard.]

You heard it, right? Before you came barging into my room, you-- Right? [She wasn't panicking, but there was a sense of urgency in her tone that wasn't usually there.]

[forthetwinkies]

[Tallahassee's head peeks out from the bathroom.]

For Chrissakes just get the hell in here and look yourself.

[He disappears back into the bathroom, presumably to double-check the shower.] Yeah, that's why I came in in the first place. Wouldn't have shot up your room without reason, y'know.