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The weekend was a blur of activity and somedays I really think my life would be much easier if there were
It was difficult not to react at once with utter revulsion at the feeling of too-soft fleshy fingers brushing at their bare arms. Flashes of white from glinting bone mottled with the strangely off-coloured huge of long dead muscle tissue was enough to turn anyone’s stomach. That and, of course, the sickly sweet odor of decay that the fragrance of chocolate chips didn’t quite cover. But training one out in the end, sending the girls into a defensive posture.
All this happened in a matter of a few breathes, mindless of the mild-mannered blue hairs that were enjoying their repast in the quiet manner that a late Sunday morning dictated. Dodging to one side, Kathy bent to claim the silver platter which had been dropped by the thing which still lumbered forward. Clasped tightly with one hand, she brandished the thing as if it were some blade before sending it crashing down alongside the head of the caterer when it lunged forward once more. With a sickening squelching sound, the platter remained as a spray of thick red blood oozed from the side of the dead man’s skull. The action was greeted by startled cries and general confusion from the bystanders.
“Did you see that?”
“..that woman…”
“Somebody, stop her!”
“Call an ambulance!”
The cries mingled together in a dizzy whirl of anxiety and confusion, where no one actually stepped forward to aid the zombie. Instead, it seemed that the words were mostly used as a cover while the crowd pressed and pushed outward, seeking an escape from the threat of potential violence to their persons.
“-The people!” Becca breathes, looking around to discover that the green-eyed man had disappeared into the group. It was what she had expected, really. The bad guys never linger to risk themselves unnecessarily. So, it startled the girl when the sound of his crisp, powerful voice sounded from somewhere behind them.
“It is these very forces which threaten us and the world at large! Symbols in our very midst of why we must stay together…where as one we are frightened and unprotected, together we are mighty! One!” His voice sounded crisp and powerful, cutting through the din of noise which sounded all around them.
Pausing from her assault on the undead corpse which still stubbornly moved forward, Kathy peered over towards the young man with moon struck eyes. His ingenuity was astounding.
“KATHY! Behind you!” While the sheep were being herded, the wait staff had encircled the slayers. Each lumbering step sounded dully upon the carpet, occasionally punctuated by the sound of crumbling cookies underfoot. Most of the sugary discs having by now been reduced to little more to crumbs thanks to the mass exodus in progress from the other people within the room.
Unsheathing the machete she had cleverly hidden within her ensemble, Kathy stood ready for the assault. The limbs of the monsters which got too close were met with a violent slash from the blade while her partner grappled with one of the things.
"Christ on a bike! Where are these things coming from?" This frustrated growl sounded from Becca as the zombie's arm snapped backwards in a rather unnatural way. The break illicited no flicker of feeling in the creature's waxen face, although the appendage remained hanging limply at the thing's side, dead (so to speak) at the elbow. "We need to get out of here. Break and meet up with Blue?" She called out the suggestion, grunting slightly as she delivered a firm kick into the side of one of the cadavers, sending it toppling into another.
"Sounds good to me." Kathy answered, agreeing to once again break their rule of not splitting up in an effort of buying them some time to get to open ground. In an instant, both girls were darting in opposite directions. The room had emptied a great deal thanks to the efforts of the would-be Messiah and his beautiful cohorts, leaving mostly overturned chairs and refreshment tables for Kathy and Becca to navigate as they fled to opposite exits. Confused by the sudden movement, the zombies waviered in indecision before trundling after whichever slayer they happened to be facing at the given moment. Their pursuit slow in that Pepe le Pew sort of way. Minus the loving overtones.
At the pickup, Blue waited in a manner which only vaguely passed for patience. Leaning against the passenger side door to the car with his arms crossed over his broad chest, he stared stonily in the direction of the conference center which he had left the girls at earlier. Irritation seemed to brush across his features, creasing his forehead and giving life to a face that might otherwise be smooth and expressionless.
The sight of Kathy trotting up the sidewalk, weapon drawn, while casting the occasional glance back over her shoulder was enough to draw whatever silent pondering he had been entertaining. "There was trouble." It was a statement. Having since given up hope of the girls offering any sort of helpful information on their own, he took it upon himself to bridge the gap once Kathy neared. She looked mussed from the effort of battle, her face flushed from fleeing.
"Where's Becca?"
Annoyance once again lit up Blue's eyes when he found his statement generally ignored, but the sentiment was soon replaced with something else once the question registered. "She isn't here. I was under the impression that she would be with you." He pointed out dryly, something in his voice strained. Kathy shook her head, turning to peer back down the road from which she had only just come.
"Plans changed."
Wait as they would, no sign of the second girl appeared.
It was difficult not to react at once with utter revulsion at the feeling of too-soft fleshy fingers brushing at their bare arms. Flashes of white from glinting bone mottled with the strangely off-coloured huge of long dead muscle tissue was enough to turn anyone’s stomach. That and, of course, the sickly sweet odor of decay that the fragrance of chocolate chips didn’t quite cover. But training one out in the end, sending the girls into a defensive posture.
All this happened in a matter of a few breathes, mindless of the mild-mannered blue hairs that were enjoying their repast in the quiet manner that a late Sunday morning dictated. Dodging to one side, Kathy bent to claim the silver platter which had been dropped by the thing which still lumbered forward. Clasped tightly with one hand, she brandished the thing as if it were some blade before sending it crashing down alongside the head of the caterer when it lunged forward once more. With a sickening squelching sound, the platter remained as a spray of thick red blood oozed from the side of the dead man’s skull. The action was greeted by startled cries and general confusion from the bystanders.
“Did you see that?”
“..that woman…”
“Somebody, stop her!”
“Call an ambulance!”
The cries mingled together in a dizzy whirl of anxiety and confusion, where no one actually stepped forward to aid the zombie. Instead, it seemed that the words were mostly used as a cover while the crowd pressed and pushed outward, seeking an escape from the threat of potential violence to their persons.
“-The people!” Becca breathes, looking around to discover that the green-eyed man had disappeared into the group. It was what she had expected, really. The bad guys never linger to risk themselves unnecessarily. So, it startled the girl when the sound of his crisp, powerful voice sounded from somewhere behind them.
“It is these very forces which threaten us and the world at large! Symbols in our very midst of why we must stay together…where as one we are frightened and unprotected, together we are mighty! One!” His voice sounded crisp and powerful, cutting through the din of noise which sounded all around them.
Pausing from her assault on the undead corpse which still stubbornly moved forward, Kathy peered over towards the young man with moon struck eyes. His ingenuity was astounding.
“KATHY! Behind you!” While the sheep were being herded, the wait staff had encircled the slayers. Each lumbering step sounded dully upon the carpet, occasionally punctuated by the sound of crumbling cookies underfoot. Most of the sugary discs having by now been reduced to little more to crumbs thanks to the mass exodus in progress from the other people within the room.
Unsheathing the machete she had cleverly hidden within her ensemble, Kathy stood ready for the assault. The limbs of the monsters which got too close were met with a violent slash from the blade while her partner grappled with one of the things.
"Christ on a bike! Where are these things coming from?" This frustrated growl sounded from Becca as the zombie's arm snapped backwards in a rather unnatural way. The break illicited no flicker of feeling in the creature's waxen face, although the appendage remained hanging limply at the thing's side, dead (so to speak) at the elbow. "We need to get out of here. Break and meet up with Blue?" She called out the suggestion, grunting slightly as she delivered a firm kick into the side of one of the cadavers, sending it toppling into another.
"Sounds good to me." Kathy answered, agreeing to once again break their rule of not splitting up in an effort of buying them some time to get to open ground. In an instant, both girls were darting in opposite directions. The room had emptied a great deal thanks to the efforts of the would-be Messiah and his beautiful cohorts, leaving mostly overturned chairs and refreshment tables for Kathy and Becca to navigate as they fled to opposite exits. Confused by the sudden movement, the zombies waviered in indecision before trundling after whichever slayer they happened to be facing at the given moment. Their pursuit slow in that Pepe le Pew sort of way. Minus the loving overtones.
At the pickup, Blue waited in a manner which only vaguely passed for patience. Leaning against the passenger side door to the car with his arms crossed over his broad chest, he stared stonily in the direction of the conference center which he had left the girls at earlier. Irritation seemed to brush across his features, creasing his forehead and giving life to a face that might otherwise be smooth and expressionless.
The sight of Kathy trotting up the sidewalk, weapon drawn, while casting the occasional glance back over her shoulder was enough to draw whatever silent pondering he had been entertaining. "There was trouble." It was a statement. Having since given up hope of the girls offering any sort of helpful information on their own, he took it upon himself to bridge the gap once Kathy neared. She looked mussed from the effort of battle, her face flushed from fleeing.
"Where's Becca?"
Annoyance once again lit up Blue's eyes when he found his statement generally ignored, but the sentiment was soon replaced with something else once the question registered. "She isn't here. I was under the impression that she would be with you." He pointed out dryly, something in his voice strained. Kathy shook her head, turning to peer back down the road from which she had only just come.
"Plans changed."
Wait as they would, no sign of the second girl appeared.