✖ anxiety attack: 008 ✖ ZOMBIEFIELD ✖

[notlikethemovie]

[A. 339 Brady Lane | backdated to Saturday morning]

[Mika had wondered what the sounds were, but as soon as she realized what exactly she was seeing shambling down the street, she immediately began fortifying the house

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C

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley doesn't look too great now, having been bitten on the neck as far back as Sunday. But he's still managing to keep his cool, laid back demeanor. His hands are in his pockets and his sunglasses are firmly in place. He happens upon Mika and arches a brow.]

Er... They won't attack you, you know.

C

[notlikethemovie]

That's not it, I...I need help.

[She needs it, she can't hold out much longer but she's trying and it hurts. Mika only cries harder.]

[eyesofaserpent]

.... [He frowns a bit, actually looking a little sympathetic.]

It's the hunger, isn't it?

[notlikethemovie]

I need help.

[Something about her voice changes and she drops the hand that was hiding her face. Her eyesockets are empty pits, blackened gore crusting around the holes and having left red stains down her cheeks. The skin around her mouth has split and more darkened blood drips from her lips.]

Help me.

C

[lunawolves10th]

[ As he storms through the town, laying waste to the zombies like a warrior born (and virtually unstoppable in Astartes plate.) Garviel looks at necrotized Mika. He hears her pleading. He nods his head, and raises his bolter. ]

C

[notlikethemovie]

[Both arms come up as if she's trying to protect her face from a physical blow, and she continues to sob.]

Nooooo....

Re: C

[lunawolves10th]

[ He fires, without a moment's hesitation. ]

Receive mercy.

C

[flowers_suck]

[Olivier can hear a familiar voice calling out in distress, and jumps off the top of the tank. She uses both her sword and a pistol to fend off the hoard of zombies.]

Use your weapon!

[The call dies on her lips as she notices the woman's flesh is more than just pale, it is slightly yellowing and green]

You will respawn in the morning.

[She hesitates for a moment, waiting for a response.]

C

[notlikethemovie]

I can't...I can't...

I CAN'T!

[The distressed wailing turns to a howl of rage, and she wields her pipe with disturbing accuracy as she attacks the zombies around her. The recklessness with which she attacks them might be the reason for her current state. The obvious desperation in her movements is not entirely due to being a walking corpse.]

I can't stop now. I need it...I need help...

Re: C

[flowers_suck]

There's only one way left to help you.

[She raises her pistol and takes aim.]

I promise to make it quick, girl.

B

[nyanpirenya]

[Around town is a dangerous place to be for a kitten, especially in times like these... but he's small, and he's sneaky, and good at hiding.

It's while he's hiding in some bushes, he sees the very, very sad lady walking by. The... sad lady with the fluffy tail and ears? He sniffs, and he hisses! Beneath all the icky-blood-smells, there's dog!

...but wow. She's a sad dog-lady.]

Nya!

[He pops his head out of the bush and calls to her in his little kitten voice.]

Are you okay, dog-lady?

A

[ra_ra_razputin]

[HI MOM. Guess who's already a zombie. And standing right behind you.]

I didn't know we had a chainsaw!