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[0-A. Action // 459 Stone Street // The morning of the 18th after Deadpool's announcement]
[Claire hangs up the phone and flips his hair.]
I couldn't tell if that Deadpool guy was jokin' or not. Ah well...Even if he was, the thought of fightin' reanimated corpses kinda sounds like fun. It's somethin' to tell the grandkids, even!
[He looks out the back door at his son who's just standing there.]
Uh...
[The fence behind the drone boy starts to creak as a small group on the other side begins to knock it down. His son, of course, is still standing there rocking back and forth. Claire blinks in disbelief just as his wife sneaks up on him. He turns, she grabs his arm and pushes him against the kitchen counter in a futile attempt to bite him. Claire manages to kick her across the room, but she's not giving up.]
Look lady, first off, maybe you should take a bath or somethin'. Secondly I really don't wanna fight you. In fact, you 'n that kid out there are the last two people I wanna fight.
[She shuffles towards him. He grabs some scissors from the counter and throws them at her. It hits her in the shoulder, but the woman doesn't seem to care about it and shrugs it off and continues toward him.]
Jeez, lady, Do you ever give up? And what're you made out of anyway? I mean I was one of you when I killed those other drones, but they could still feel pain. You on the other hand...you're not even screaming. Not that there's nothin' wrong with that, it's just seems like the appropriate reaction to getting stabbed in the shoulder, you know?
[The dead woman lunges at him. This is his cue to get out his gun he's been keeping in his sleeve.]
Sorry about this, but you kinda leave me no choice now.
[He shoots her in the chest, stopping her in mid-air. She falls to the ground, but after a couple seconds she gets right back up.]
You've gotta be kiddin' me...
[The woman once again lunges at Claire. He barely manages to block her second attempt at biting him by dodging off to the side. She makes some inhuman noises as if cursing the fact her potential meal won't stay still. Claire positions himself behind his poor drone wife and fires a point blank shot into her head. This of course seems to work. She's not getting back up. Just to make sure, he shoots her again.
Of course, by this time the small group outside has made it's way to the window. They start reaching in trying to get through the tiny hole at once. Well that was until his darling zombie son opened the back door for them. They rushed in as fast as zombies can rush in a the door.
Claire looks back at his now fully dead wife, he then turns back around and smirks.]
Didn't you guys get here a little late. If you got here a couple minutes earlier you would've had the upperhand. But now I know how to kill you...semi-permanently I mean. Not that I enjoy killing you guys. Personally I don't think killin' is fun at all. But you know, I think for you...I'm gonna make an exception.
[Claire goes over to the counter and arms himself with knives and forks and charges at them.
After a long fight with at least 20 zombies. The entire kitchen is filled with rotting...uh...rotting corpses and congealed blood.]
[A. Action // Park // Backdated to Monday]
[Claire wonders through the town on the second day helping random people fight off the hoards. He also managed to raid the sporting goods store for some more bullets when the zombies weren't looking. He sits in the park reloading his gun and talking to himself. Feel free to over hear him.]
I really gotta rethink this plan. This is nothing like I expected. Frankly, after that first day everythin' started to get pretty borin' 'n repetitive.
Ahh...what am I gonna do!? Do I continue to kill these things? Do I just go home? Should I grab Firo first before I go home so he doesn't end up like Isaac? [sigh] If I'm gonna think up an plan B, I better do it quick.
[A random zombie shuffles by and without hesitation he shoots it in the side of the head.]
[B. Action // Olney's Tavern // Backdated to Tuesday afternoon]
[Claire decides to take a small break in his place of business. Say hi?]
[C. Voice/Action // Very early Wednesday morning]
[Every night he's come home after fighting his way through the zombies. Tonight was no exception. As always he enters through the back second story bedroom window. Once inside he makes his way to the phone. If anyone's up at the wee hours of the night, they're getting a phone call.]
Is it just me or does it seem like there's more of these things hangin' around?
[Claire hangs up the phone and flips his hair.]
I couldn't tell if that Deadpool guy was jokin' or not. Ah well...Even if he was, the thought of fightin' reanimated corpses kinda sounds like fun. It's somethin' to tell the grandkids, even!
[He looks out the back door at his son who's just standing there.]
Uh...
[The fence behind the drone boy starts to creak as a small group on the other side begins to knock it down. His son, of course, is still standing there rocking back and forth. Claire blinks in disbelief just as his wife sneaks up on him. He turns, she grabs his arm and pushes him against the kitchen counter in a futile attempt to bite him. Claire manages to kick her across the room, but she's not giving up.]
Look lady, first off, maybe you should take a bath or somethin'. Secondly I really don't wanna fight you. In fact, you 'n that kid out there are the last two people I wanna fight.
[She shuffles towards him. He grabs some scissors from the counter and throws them at her. It hits her in the shoulder, but the woman doesn't seem to care about it and shrugs it off and continues toward him.]
Jeez, lady, Do you ever give up? And what're you made out of anyway? I mean I was one of you when I killed those other drones, but they could still feel pain. You on the other hand...you're not even screaming. Not that there's nothin' wrong with that, it's just seems like the appropriate reaction to getting stabbed in the shoulder, you know?
[The dead woman lunges at him. This is his cue to get out his gun he's been keeping in his sleeve.]
Sorry about this, but you kinda leave me no choice now.
[He shoots her in the chest, stopping her in mid-air. She falls to the ground, but after a couple seconds she gets right back up.]
You've gotta be kiddin' me...
[The woman once again lunges at Claire. He barely manages to block her second attempt at biting him by dodging off to the side. She makes some inhuman noises as if cursing the fact her potential meal won't stay still. Claire positions himself behind his poor drone wife and fires a point blank shot into her head. This of course seems to work. She's not getting back up. Just to make sure, he shoots her again.
Of course, by this time the small group outside has made it's way to the window. They start reaching in trying to get through the tiny hole at once. Well that was until his darling zombie son opened the back door for them. They rushed in as fast as zombies can rush in a the door.
Claire looks back at his now fully dead wife, he then turns back around and smirks.]
Didn't you guys get here a little late. If you got here a couple minutes earlier you would've had the upperhand. But now I know how to kill you...semi-permanently I mean. Not that I enjoy killing you guys. Personally I don't think killin' is fun at all. But you know, I think for you...I'm gonna make an exception.
[Claire goes over to the counter and arms himself with knives and forks and charges at them.
After a long fight with at least 20 zombies. The entire kitchen is filled with rotting...uh...rotting corpses and congealed blood.]
[A. Action // Park // Backdated to Monday]
[Claire wonders through the town on the second day helping random people fight off the hoards. He also managed to raid the sporting goods store for some more bullets when the zombies weren't looking. He sits in the park reloading his gun and talking to himself. Feel free to over hear him.]
I really gotta rethink this plan. This is nothing like I expected. Frankly, after that first day everythin' started to get pretty borin' 'n repetitive.
Ahh...what am I gonna do!? Do I continue to kill these things? Do I just go home? Should I grab Firo first before I go home so he doesn't end up like Isaac? [sigh] If I'm gonna think up an plan B, I better do it quick.
[A random zombie shuffles by and without hesitation he shoots it in the side of the head.]
[B. Action // Olney's Tavern // Backdated to Tuesday afternoon]
[Claire decides to take a small break in his place of business. Say hi?]
[C. Voice/Action // Very early Wednesday morning]
[Every night he's come home after fighting his way through the zombies. Tonight was no exception. As always he enters through the back second story bedroom window. Once inside he makes his way to the phone. If anyone's up at the wee hours of the night, they're getting a phone call.]
Is it just me or does it seem like there's more of these things hangin' around?