luministi_logs | 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!"

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That hand up was more than welcome, and he made readily made use of it to fully get back to his feet before starting to head toward the docking bay at a run. The faster they could get there, the better, in his mind.

He could hear the zombies groans grow more excited - well, if something not living could be excited, anyway. At any rate, the noises they made were louder. More numerous, too, as if homing in on the noise the gun had made.

"Aye, you're not joshing. Do ye think we'll be able to get past them to get there?"

"Of course we will," he said firmly, holding his pace steady so he could stay beside Jamie. In any other circumstance, he would have sprinted ahead, but in this place, he couldn't take the chance of getting flanked and leaving the young man exposed to attack. So instead, he reached for his last grenade, clutching it in his free hand until he had an opportunity to use it. "This should take care of enough of them for us to get away without too much interference."

As he said that, a wave of zombies flooded out into the hallway. "Speaking of... You might want to cover your ears." And with that, he chucked the grenade at the zombies, and moved ahead of Jamie to cover him and take the brunt of the blast's concussive force just in time for the grenade to blow up with a loud KABOOM.

Wash's warning wasn't actually necessary - Jamie was familiar enough with grenades that as soon as Wash looked as though he was ready to throw it he brought his hands up to cover his ears, ducking off to the side behind where two sections of the corridor wall met up, a metal brace sticking out just enough to provide a tiny amount of cover.

Between that and Wash, the concussive force was more or less absorbed and he remained on his feet. This was good, because as soon as it subsided he was was off and running again, ignoring the bits of zombie that now were scattered throughout the hallway. The noise would draw more of them, but the mess that had been left behind should be enough for them to get to their destination.

It didn't stop him from calling back to Wash to make sure the man was following. "That'll take care of them. Come on!!"

Wash had already began to run when Jamie called for him. His eyes flicked up to this motion tracker, and from the looks of things, their way would be clear for a bit--though that said nothing about what would come following after them. Nonetheless, they still had a good couple minutes of breathing room before anything could catch them. He quickly passed Jamie, his rifle at the ready, but he stayed fairly close so they weren't separated as he led the way to the docking bay.

Unsurprisingly, it too was teeming with zombies, but only a few were around the Longsword spacecraft. He was briefly very grateful that he had closed the shuttle's loading door before leaving it to sit the past couple months. "Make a run for that ship," he shouted, lunging forward to strike at a nearby zombie with his knife. He'd start firing once Jamie had gone on ahead. "Don't worry about me, I'll catch up. I can open the door remotely from here. Just go!"

"Aye!" Drawing his sword again, Jamie took off as fast as he towards the Longsword. He knew Wash would likely be able to pick off the ones nearby, but he would be a fool to expect to not have to contend with the zombies that were around the ship.

Even though he bit back the urge to yell, the sound of his feet against the floor of the docking bay was enough to start to draw the attention of some of the zombies that were between him and the ship, and they turned and started to move towards him.

So far it looked as though he was lucky - most of the closest zombies seemed to be of the slower type, and he could out run those. But there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that it was too easy so far, and he hoped there wasn't a nasty surprise waiting for him once he got closer to the spacecraft.

There wasn't much to do for that but wait and see, though, and as the first of the zombies drew close enough to get within attack range, he went to meet it, sword flashing through the air and into undead flesh. He didn't dare risk a look back to see how Wash was faring, concentrating instead on taking the zombies down before the rest of them caught up to his position.

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

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