Who you gonna call?
Who: Egon, Ilsa, Tarvek and Hal Jordan if they want. After a few posts, anyone can join in if they happen to be in the area.
What: Egon is going to the post office to get his proton pack so he can bust zombies. He might need bandaging up and/or moral support from whatever happens at the post office. After that, it's time to blast zombies!
Where: By the post office and then possibly all over town.
When: Around 11am the morning the zombies show up.
Warnings: Zombies, blood, gore, blood, more zombies, GHOSTBUSTERS asdjashfkjs
[Egon had taken a shovel from Ilsa's backyard and was using it as a weapon along the way to the post office, swinging it at the heads of any zombies that got too close. It wasn't very effective, only actually decapitating one out of every five zombies or so, and even that didn't stop them from continuing their mindless shuffling.
Finally, they reach the post office and Egon hands the shovel off to Ilsa while he goes inside, trying not to change his mind. He's in there for only thirty seconds or so before a sickening crack can be heard, along with a raspy cry and gasp of pain, followed by several whimpers. Finally, after another minute or two, Egon pushes the door open with his shoulder, just barely managing to drag his heavy proton pack out onto the sidewalk with his right hand. His left arm is wrapped up in his partially unbuttoned work coveralls. It's obvious that only about half of it remains. What's left has gushed and oozed blood right through the fabric and is dripping a trail behind him.
His skin has already turned greyish and he's wincing in pain, gasping as he leans against the storefront wall. His voice cracks a bit as he speaks.] See? No problem.
What: Egon is going to the post office to get his proton pack so he can bust zombies. He might need bandaging up and/or moral support from whatever happens at the post office. After that, it's time to blast zombies!
Where: By the post office and then possibly all over town.
When: Around 11am the morning the zombies show up.
Warnings: Zombies, blood, gore, blood, more zombies, GHOSTBUSTERS asdjashfkjs
[Egon had taken a shovel from Ilsa's backyard and was using it as a weapon along the way to the post office, swinging it at the heads of any zombies that got too close. It wasn't very effective, only actually decapitating one out of every five zombies or so, and even that didn't stop them from continuing their mindless shuffling.
Finally, they reach the post office and Egon hands the shovel off to Ilsa while he goes inside, trying not to change his mind. He's in there for only thirty seconds or so before a sickening crack can be heard, along with a raspy cry and gasp of pain, followed by several whimpers. Finally, after another minute or two, Egon pushes the door open with his shoulder, just barely managing to drag his heavy proton pack out onto the sidewalk with his right hand. His left arm is wrapped up in his partially unbuttoned work coveralls. It's obvious that only about half of it remains. What's left has gushed and oozed blood right through the fabric and is dripping a trail behind him.
His skin has already turned greyish and he's wincing in pain, gasping as he leans against the storefront wall. His voice cracks a bit as he speaks.] See? No problem.