[MW] Pennsylvania

[re_mybrains]

It's a pleasant March afternoon in downtown Harrisburg, Pennsylvania -- sunny, partly cloudy.

In the courtyard of Pennsylvania Apartments, the bang of the front door slamming is still echoing when it opens again.

Two dozen zombies, in varying states of decay, are staggering towards it.

A human lighting generator, a superhero, a geek, and two regular schmoes are coming out the door to face them.

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.

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[stilljustandrew]

Andrew's not too fond of it either, and he's a lot closer.

God, this is so much messier than vampires.

(If not as messy as, say, slime demons. But much more human-looking, and that doesn't help.)

He sets his jaw, and keeps firing.

[re_mybrains]

Tom flinches at the impact. "Jesus--"

One of the zombies, stuck behind one of its downed fellows, overbalances and tips forward. It hits the pavement with an unpleasant thwk noise and lies still.

For a second.

Then it apparently re-evaluates the situation and reaches for Andrew's ankle.

"--Andrew on your left--!"

[stilljustandrew]

"Gah--" Andrew stumbles back from the grasping hand, and puts a bullet through the prone zombie's head at point-blank range.

Close enough to get splattered.

[re_mybrains]

"Oh, shit," Tom mutters, half-disgusted, half-dismayed. "Don't let that get inside you, man--"

[stilljustandrew]

"Not a chance," Andrew says fervently, scrubbing a smear of zombie gore off his knuckles -- the only bare skin to be touched by it, fortunately, owing to the angle.

His shoes and pant legs are sticky with it, though.

[accipiterpuella.livejournal.com]

Kendra has descended more in the matter of Screaming Death from Above after dispatching disturbingly reactive zombie #2. In fact, she's in the process of being Screaming Death From Above right over their heads, until, due to the lovely intrinsic qualities on Nth metal and its habit of making gravity something she can play with, she simply stops and floats above Andrew and Tom's heads, judging her height to be just out of zombie reach (unless they can jump, but time will tell, time will tell.)

"You boys all right? Who's next?" she queries, unlooping her morning star mace and hefting it again in her right hand, poised and ready.

"Your body count is making me smile," she adds. To both of them.

[re_mybrains]

Tom takes a quick glance around -- Elle and Shaun both seem to be holding their own -- then sights and fires at another zombie (misses, fires again, drops it).

"We're fine!" he yells up to her, barely looking away from the shamble. "Get the edges!"

[stilljustandrew]

"For some value of fine," Andrew adds under his breath, aiming at the next zombie.

That's about half of them down now.

[re_mybrains]

"This is fine," Tom mutters, a little sharp.

The shamble's slowing down, partly blocked by the growing pile of bodies, partly distracted by Hawkgirl's aerial harrying. And, of course, partly deterred by the simple fact that this food is annoyingly hard to get at. Seriously, what's its problem? All they want is--

"On your left!" Tom barks.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew turns left, fires twice, hits the zombie on the second shot.

"Looks like we're almost in the behind you," he shouts.

[re_mybrains]

"What? --Shit!"

He spins and fires several times, hitting the zombie square in the face twice. It staggers backwards a few steps and falls.

"Jesus fuck thanks Andrew--"

[accipiterpuella.livejournal.com]

"Goddamnit," is the rejoinder. Too close, too close, too close.

"Watch yourselves, guys!"

Kendra has learned over the last few thousand years to be ambidextrous.

This comes in handy.

"Fuck this," she mutters. Her trusty morning star is retrieved from her hip as she gains altitude, twists in the air, and rockets downwards at a favorable angle.

Sometimes, it's best to go to the melee rather than have the melee come to you.

When she hits the shamble doing sixty per, thanks to Nth metal, zombies are suddenly horizontal. Her sword works with brutal economy, taking off a head in a lefthanded stroke, neatly avoiding getting hitched in any cervical obstruction.

There's less blood than she expected. She knows she can't get bitten, which is why her morning star is playing a game of Connect the Skulls.

CRUNCH crunch crunch.

[stilljustandrew]

... yeah, that kind of leaves Andrew and Tom with little to do but stare.

"Wow."

[re_mybrains]

"Damn."

Beat.

Muttered: "Dude, I totally kissed her."

[stilljustandrew]

"Seriously?"

Andrew grins.

"Dude."

[accipiterpuella.livejournal.com]

Kendra doesn't hear this exchange. She's too intent on reducing that last zombie skull to something resembling ground chuck with one, two, and three blows.

Finally, after being satisifed that anything cerebral that might possibly be able to animate said zombie's body is now rendered inert, she stops.

She's festively blood splattered, but it's all in a day's work, right?

"That was quick."

[re_mybrains]

"Yeah."

Way quicker -- and way easier -- than it would've been on his own.

He takes a deep breath and says, louder, "Everyone okay?"