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luministi_logs2012-06-24 11:01 pm
bonnypiperlad) wrote in luministi_logs2012-06-24 11:01 pm
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In outer space, zombies can't hear you scream...
Characters: Jamie and everyone in the spacestation!
Location: Various places throughout.
Time: Zombie O'Clock
Summary: The town isn't the only place where there's zombies...
Warnings: Fighting, possible disturbing imagery, explosions and making a mess of things. As for zombification, who knows?
Jamie had been in his quarters when Proctor's message had come over the CAT, and he couldn't say as he cared for how the message had cut off like that. Whatever had happened hadn't sounded good. In fact, it sounded like something had gotten into the station somehow - and given what he had seen of the man's face before the feed shut off, it likely wasn't something friendly. With a frown, he grabbed up his sword and headed out to investigate, starting towards the location where Proctor had been seen last.
All was quiet for a little bit - the spacestation was fairly empty at the best of times, with only a few of them here. But there was a feeling to a it that he didn't like, something in the air perhaps. Or maybe it was his imagination playing tricks on him, but the place was definitely giving him the creeps.
He switched to a more cautious sort of movement, carefully making his way through the hallways. And then, behind him, he could hear a noise that sounded suspiciously like feet slowly being dragged across the floor. It was accompanied by a faint groaning - and the hairs on the back of Jamie's neck stood on end. Some instinct told him to draw the sword, and he did so, even as he turned around to face whatever was coming his way.
"Whoever's there, show yourself!"
Location: Various places throughout.
Time: Zombie O'Clock
Summary: The town isn't the only place where there's zombies...
Warnings: Fighting, possible disturbing imagery, explosions and making a mess of things. As for zombification, who knows?
Jamie had been in his quarters when Proctor's message had come over the CAT, and he couldn't say as he cared for how the message had cut off like that. Whatever had happened hadn't sounded good. In fact, it sounded like something had gotten into the station somehow - and given what he had seen of the man's face before the feed shut off, it likely wasn't something friendly. With a frown, he grabbed up his sword and headed out to investigate, starting towards the location where Proctor had been seen last.
All was quiet for a little bit - the spacestation was fairly empty at the best of times, with only a few of them here. But there was a feeling to a it that he didn't like, something in the air perhaps. Or maybe it was his imagination playing tricks on him, but the place was definitely giving him the creeps.
He switched to a more cautious sort of movement, carefully making his way through the hallways. And then, behind him, he could hear a noise that sounded suspiciously like feet slowly being dragged across the floor. It was accompanied by a faint groaning - and the hairs on the back of Jamie's neck stood on end. Some instinct told him to draw the sword, and he did so, even as he turned around to face whatever was coming his way.
"Whoever's there, show yourself!"
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But at least after letting out his rage and following it up with a regretful panic, he managed to gain a somewhat more level head. Not wanting to have to deal with more of these goddamn zombies than he had to, he thought to use his makeup (particularly his cherry-red nail polish, which was far too bright a shade of red but it was the most recent color he'd painted his nails and thusly the only color he had a bottle of in his pocket for emergency touch-ups) to put together a (kind of shitty) disguise so that he could at least get to a kitchen to stress-eat.
And stress-eat he did, so much that it made his stomach bulge out a bit. As it turned out this had a double-advantage of both making him much, much happier and making his disguise a degree more convincing, as he would occasionally give off a shameless little moan. It wasn't quite the same sort as the zombies were making, but they didn't seem to mind.
From there he simply decided to start following the zombies around while sometimes darting off to harass people over the CAT. They seemed to travel in groups, and there was a good possibility that they could lead him to something (or someone) important.
The front few members of Ichijou's zombie posse must've made some sort of discovery, since there was a distinctly accented human voice coming from some distance around a corner...
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Even so, the sight of the first of the zombies as it hove into view was a bit of a shock, especially since he recognized it. Or, more accurately, her. The one waitress at the malt shop - the bonny one, who he'd admired quite a few times. She wasn't so bonny now, with her sunken eyes and bits of flesh having peeled loose so they hung from her body like strips of fabric. One leg was bent at an almost impossible angle, but she still moved inexorably forward. And the stench that rolled out to greet him was foul, the rotting meat smell something almost physically tangible, and Jamie felt his stomach heave as the contents of his lunch threatened to escape.
As she spotted him in turn, something almost eager came over her and she came straight at him...just very, very slowly. Her companion, though, had also spotted Jamie. And he was much faster, so even though he was further down the corridor, he rapidly closed the gap until he found his way blocked by the ex-waitress. This didn't last long, however, as the faster of the two zombies took the shortest route he could, knocking the waitress down and trampling over her in his haste to get at the very very tasty meal that was just ahead. The sound of bones snapping could be heard, and the waitress's forward movement was more or less cut off. It didn't stop her from trying, though, using her arms to pull herself and her now useless legs forward.
Normally Jamie would be horrified by this, but as the faster zombie leapt at him, he found himself fighting for his life, swinging his claymore at the undead beastie as it tried to get close enough to claw his face off. Some more groaning from further back meant that there was likely at least one more that he'd have to worry about, but for now he was busy enough with the one who had already gotten to him.
Sounds of battle echoed back down the corridor towards Ichijou, dull meaty thuds coupled with the occasional sound of metal hitting metal - and at one point, a very distinct cry of "Creag An Tuire!" Definitely someone down there, but what did Ichijou want to do about it?
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He tried to remain stone-faced, but he did have a breaking point. That happened once it seemed like the clashing sounds were coming from what he estimated to be about ten seconds away, at which point he simply couldn't stand it anymore; Ichijou let out a piercing scream and tried to take off running, but the distinct thump of a body hitting the floor followed by a pained whine signalled his failure. A variety of other sounds ensued, ranging from tearing noises to cries and yelps and wet flopping sort of sounds.
Well that certainly didn't bode well.
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Luckily, his reflexes were quick and the follow-up swing of the sword landed the blow needed to take care of the zombie for good. The poor waitress Jamie left behind for now - she wasn't exactly going to be able to run after him in her condition and he had the feeling that the longer he waited, the worse it would be for whoever had screamed. He was pretty sure that was Ichijou, just by process of elimination. But if these undead things had gotten in, someone else might have gotten in as well, and no matter who it was they needed to be helped.
As he ran down the corridor towards the noise, he only hoped he wasn't too late.
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