In outer space, zombies can't hear you scream...

[bonnypiperlad]

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!"

Comments

[manicurious]

A wave of relief passed over Ichijou as he felt thankful that Agent Washington hadn't shared his explosives with Mister McCrimmon, but that didn't last long once he realized that someone with a sword was going to gut him like a fish if he didn't do something. He couldn't exactly see where all of this noise was coming from, being a bit too short to see over his undead cohorts, but he could hear the sound coming closer and closer and closer and...

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.

[bonnypiperlad]

Explosives would have been bad - although loud battle cries aren't much better. Or piercing screams, come to think of it. Jamie's head whipped up at that sound, and the zombie that was trying to claw his face off decided that meant that he could try and rip Jamie's throat out instead. It very nearly succeeded, and the Scot only managed to save himself by quite literally flinging himself backward and just out of reach.

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.

[manicurious]

((Converge in Wash's thread??))

[bonnypiperlad]

((OOC: Sure! But feel to thread around Jamie for now since I'm at work. Just assume it takes him a while to get there.))