[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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[re_mybrains]

In the first minute or so of combat, enough zombies go down in the front line to slow down the ones behind them. Hawkgirl's in the air; the other three are flanking the door. It's going well.

Until one of the zombies discovers that hey, it can go around those obstructions on the ground.

The remains of a young man in a hooded sweatshirt are staggering towards you, Shaun.

[got-red.livejournal.com]

Great. Why is it always the bloody hoodies?

Maybe he should have gone with the gun after all, he reflects, as it's rather hard to get up enough leverage to kill a zombie with a cricket bat when you also have to prop open a door. Nevertheless, the hooded zombie goes down easily enough once it shambles into close enough range.

[re_mybrains]

Which is why ranged weapons are awesome, as far as Tom's concerned.

Anyway.

The zombie crumples with one arm just inside the door. The movement attracts the attention of another zombie, which tries to change direction -- and ends up tripping over one of the bodies.

It hits the pavement with a damp thwack and lies still -- for a second, until it starts inching veeeeeeery sloooooowly forward, worming and dragging itself along.

[got-red.livejournal.com]

Hey, it worked before. And none of the zombies seem to be complaining. Which is... rather the point.

Not having to hold the door does make it a lot easier though, and the crawling zombie is quickly dispatched before it can start gnawing anyone's ankles.

It hardly seems fair, really.

[re_mybrains]

Yeah, there are few things as pathetic as a downed zombie.

"You okay, Shaun?" Tom yells from beside Andrew.

[got-red.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm-"

Whatever he's about to say is cut off by the surprise arrival of a blonde-haired female zombie to his left.

"Shit."

His aim is off on his first swing, and the bat connects with her shoulder with a thunk.

[re_mybrains]

The zombie grunts, annoyed, and staggers at the impact. The move puts it a step closer to Andrew, currently distracted by the rest of the shamble.

You can almost see the cogs engaging as it transfers its attention from Shaun to the others.

Of course, zombies being, well, zombies, they can only really focus on one thing at a time: tracking, or moving.

[got-red.livejournal.com]

The second swing is right on target,and takes the zombie down with the sickening crunch of wood meeting bone.

It also makes a hell of a mess.

[re_mybrains]

"Don't let that get inside you, man--" Tom is calling.

The shamble is rapidly falling. A few seconds, Hawkgirl takes to the air -- and now the shamble is less shrinking and more kind of liquefying.

One straggler, what used to be a dreadlocked girl in exercise gear, stumbles out of the path of Hawkgirl's Death From Above act, headed for Shaun.

[got-red.livejournal.com]

"I know!" he calls back, spotting the straggler.

The zombie stumbles and falls as his first swing hits its neck, and the second swing finishes it off.

[re_mybrains]

And, rather suddenly--

Stillness.

Tom takes a deep breath and calls "Everyone okay?"