Jim is unlucky enough to have been standing in the middle of the lobby when said switch slides down. He watches it with mild interest, at least until suddenly undead ... things ... start spawning in the middle.
Jim, not having grown up in a culture where zombies are entertainment staples for boys his age, doesn't respond right away. The stench hits him, and then they turn his direction, and start wandering over making low moaning sounds.
...Was that a limb that just fell off one? Jim's pretty sure it was.
Mary-Jean entered the room with a snarl and a baseball bat on her shoulder. Preceding her, much the worse for wear, was a doll that was the current source of her annoyance. Possessed toys were just...annoying. Luckily for her the thing bounced off the mantle with a sick sounding crunch and then fell into the cheerfully popping fire. If the screaming was any indication, well, that was the end of Mrs. Gracie-Lou the demon doll.
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"Who let the zombies in?" it wasn't fair! She hadn't been dealing with zombies today! They didn't follow her in! They weren't suppose to be here!
"Hmmm? No?" Rachel paused with the door into the hotel half-open. She wasn't used to people talking at her the moment she stepped into a room! Then the extra senses kicked in...at about the same time something rotting slammed into the other side of the door she held. "...oh."
For now, thankfully, they seemed to only be outside. Crawling at the windows, scraping against the doors; Scott yanked the front door shut, kicking at an arm that was reaching through.
"Bad enough I live in something like it, now we recreate Evil Dead II here?"
Grumble grumble grumble. See Scott glaring at the zombies through the door. If looks could kill, and if zombies weren't already dead.
"What are they?" she asked, tilting her head to peer at them as well. They weren't anything he'd encountered before but...they were dead. No higher brain functions. No brain function actually. She could feel hunger rolling off them though.
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Jim, not having grown up in a culture where zombies are entertainment staples for boys his age, doesn't respond right away. The stench hits him, and then they turn his direction, and start wandering over making low moaning sounds.
...Was that a limb that just fell off one? Jim's pretty sure it was.
Oh, gross.
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"Who let the zombies in?" it wasn't fair! She hadn't been dealing with zombies today! They didn't follow her in! They weren't suppose to be here!
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Then, from behind the pair...
"They seem confused about whether they should be alive or not." The purple-haired lady muses, eying the gore-soaked bit of cloth she stole off one.
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"You gotta be kidding me."
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"Bad enough I live in something like it, now we recreate Evil Dead II here?"
Grumble grumble grumble. See Scott glaring at the zombies through the door. If looks could kill, and if zombies weren't already dead.
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