Time to make the doughnuts

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WHO: OPEN
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
WHEN: between Wednesday morning (3/17) and the end of the zombie plot
WARNINGS: prolly icky violence
SUMMARY: ZOMBIE FIGHTINGS. This is an open log, like last time, so go where you will, form your own zombie-killing teams or meet new fellow fighters on the street! Tag yourself in, and use subject headers to indicate time and/or location as you wish.
FORMAT: everything.

They're everywhere.

So many people falling sick meant so many zombies suddenly flooding the streets, pouring out of the hospitals where no one could help, stumbling out of their homes, obeying their master's orders.

They need to be taken down before they kill the healthy. Before the City is in ruins and the living are wiped out. They need you, heroes.

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let's start this off WEDNESDAY, in the vicinity of the MAC

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Seeing the reports over the network was enough to spur Sanji to action, particularly since he was still simmering in rage over Liadrin and everything connected to the Lich King. So there was no way to save the dead, only to pu them out of their misery, so be it!

The incident on Thriller Bark had been months ago in his reckoning, since he'd been in the City that long, but one does not forget how to fight zombies fueled my mad science. These might be fueled by dark magic, but it was the same thing, Sanji decided as he came down onto the street and had a look around. The constant traffic was eerily thin, a sign that trouble was probably very close by. He gritted his teeth on his cigarette and started off on the hunt.

[out_of_time]

Now that he had resolved to find a place to live, Jack was on his way to the MAC to take a look at it. He wasn't going to trust any place provided by the Porter, but right now he didn't have many other options. Along the way he did his best to ignore the signs of trouble all around him- abandoned vehicles, vomit on the sidewalk, far-off screams. He also did his best to ignore the rage welling up from deep within him, boiling with the knowledge that a bioterrorism attack was taking place right this instant in one of the largest cities in the United States, and Jack Bauer was doing nothing to stop it while innocent people suffered. Instead, he reminded himself over and over in his head to the beat of his feet on the street: I'm retired. I'm retired. I'm retired. I'm done. I'm re-

And then suddenly there was a young man with no shoes running past him with tears streaming down his face, and behind him there was a thing, too deformed and decayed and damaged by the plague that had ravaged it for the gender of what had once been a human being to be discernible. It groaned and shuffled towards Jack, and before he knew what he was doing the old reflexes had taken over and his gun was in his hand. "Stay where you are!" He yelled futilely. "Stay where you are, get down on the ground, and show me your hands!"

It didn't listen, of course, and Jack fired twice at its heart. The bullets knocked it to the ground, squelching as they pierced rotten flesh, but it got right back up and lunged at him. Even as he was enveloped again dammit again he was supposed to be finished in the stench of death, some part of Jack's mind kept uselessly insisting: I'm retired. I'm retired. I'm retired.

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The flying kick came out of practically nowhere, as Sanji's powerful legs could launch him from pretty far away. He plowed through the shambling zombie and landed in a clear spot, but then picked up his foot and made a face at the mess on the bottom of his shoe.

"Disgusting," he spat, and then paused to casually light his cigarette before turning to the guy with the gun. "Need a hand?"

Wednesday, somewhere in the center of town

[tenshi-fugen.livejournal.com]

This was insane. Fugen was amazed he'd even made it this far. But he couldn't just watch everything going on; if there was a way he could help, he was going to do it. And the best thing he could thing of was to round up whoever he could and help them find shelter. Surely there had to be a way to hide from these things.

He ducked into an ally and waited a moment, keeping his eyes peeled and planning his route from there, every possibility calculating in his head. He clutched his spherical paopei to his chest; he prayed that he wouldn't have to use it, but at this point anything that could make this easier was a good idea.

hi, I'm v. late, sorry! ;_;

[miraclefusion.livejournal.com]

Juudai ran down the street at close-to-top-speed, not being tailed by anything at the moment, but rather on the lookout for anyone that might need help. He glanced around the area, and it felt like the whole world had stilled in response as he scanned for any signs of life... or undead life at that.

Something caught his attention in an alleyway as he continued a little further up the same street; something human-shaped, he concluded, whether it was a zombie or someone just hiding away from the chaos. As he approached the alley and stood at the narrow entrance, something whooshed behind him, something he did not seem concerned about.

"Oi!" he called. If it was a zombie, at least he'd know by the way it would start towards him, and then he could kill it promptly. Hopefully that wasn't the case, though, he thought.

That's ok, I probably am too at this rate! XD

[tenshi-fugen.livejournal.com]

Fugen turned his head at the voice greeting him, and a slight smile of relief came on his face. Finally, someone else who was still alive.

Wednesday. Somewhere near a grocery store.

[zombinelolol.livejournal.com]

How does a run for food wind up reminding her so much of home? Then again, it's not like she'd never been attacked before running errands. Still, she figured... incidents would be quieter here compared to home, right?

Oh boy, was she ever wrong.

It was a good thing she kept her pistol on her. For now, she was just running, shooting, and kicking at what she could trying to make her way somewhere safe. ANYWHERE safe. This was getting ridiculous fast.

[out_of_time]

Since splitting off from Sanji, Jack's quest for ammunition had been fruitless. He'd found himself forced to detour more than once when confronted by a larger group of enemies than he had bullets for. And despite carefully rationing his rounds, his gun was now half-empty from shots fired in self-defense or to save a bystander.

He had been moving towards the sound of gunfire in the hopes of finding someone with spare ammunition, and now spotted Alyx. "Hey!" He yelled running over to her, pistol-whipping a ghoul's skull in on his way.

[zombinelolol.livejournal.com]

What she could save on her own ammunition for she was pistol-whipping and karate-kicking zombies herself. She was just wrapping up a zombie-kick in the face when she hear someone yelled and looked over.

WEDNESDAY, where you, too, can smash just like the best of them

[hulkkeysmash.livejournal.com]

This was the first day of the rest of his life, and every movement of every muscle screamed it. Bruce dragged his head up, nostrils flaring hard, and looked at the staggering, lumbering throng in the streets. The sick had died and come back in only the worst ways, Hulk confirming through scent alone that they were human-but-not. Dead. Dead, meat, sick.

He could taste it in the back of his throat, the disease licking his palate when he swallowed. His large green face twisted into a scowl, jaw squared.

The Hulk wanted to smash and Bruce agreed.

MARVEL TEAM-UP

[rock-it-punch.livejournal.com]

Zombies. Fucking zombies. Go to the moon. Come back. Find zombies. This is what Santo's week had been. If it wasn't for his extensive experience with inexplicable weird shit, the whole thing would feel insane.

Instead, he's dealing with the invasion in the only reasonable way: tearing through hordes of the undead. Luckily, he has an advantage as the flesheaters aren't that interested in a walking rock pile until it starts pulping them. Not that getting bit would matter much.

A smelly, decaying businessman went flying through the air, landing down the street with a thud. Rockslide looked down at the rotten zombie gunk on his new moon rock fist. "Ew."

[hulkkeysmash.livejournal.com]

The animated rocks have the general shape of a human body, life in them even though he can't smell anything human in them. Hulk instincts would have led him to ignore the murderous rockpile before, but Bruce knows better.

His name is Rockslide and he's still a child, really, but one that can fight. "Rockslide," Santo, #24658460. It's amazing how easily these things come to Bruce, how simple the recognition is. It's incredible, being able to look, see, and process on a level that Hulk had always resisted in the past. Ten years ago, he barely even recognized Betty when he flew into this mode.

But things have changed. He has changed. And the zombies in his path are feeling the fruit of this union as he tucks into their masses with huge fists and skin too tough for them to bite. He pulls one of them into pieces with a grin that shows too many teeth, dropping chunks between his thick fingers.

Hulk rumbles at Rockslide, flicking gunk off his hands.

RESCUE LOG: open <3

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

It had all happened too quickly for her to comprehend.
First her unexpected ambush and resurrection, then with the City's sudden epidemic and lastly with the abduction of both Koltira and Lady Jaina. Liadrin knew that in such a situation, though it pained her greatly to make such a choice, the thousands of lives at stake were more important than the two companions from her world. She had thought-- had hoped that the Scourge would be content with their work long enough for her and the others to heal a majority of the sick, but luck (perhaps not even the Light) was not on their side this time.

As she sprinted away from the sanctuary Liadrin came to the realization that while every ounce of her logic was screaming for her to turn back and heal the people she'd suddenly abandoned, she could not leave the man she loved to such a fate. Every muscle in her body ached and knotted with each step, running on willpower alone, but she refused to slow her pace or stop. To hell with the City. She was going to save them.


[ooc: This happens immediately after this post (http://community.livejournal.com/capeandcowl/2019332.html).]

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

Koltira thrashed wildly on the ground; he was aware of himself and his surroundings only in a bestial sense. He knew pain crackling along every muscle, he smelled terror and decay, he felt the ghouls' claws tearing at his armor. Their weight kept him pressed to the pavement, unable to reach his runeblade, and so he fought them with his plated fists. It was a survival instinct, mindless, automatic. Because deep in his mind, he knew that he was responsible for what was happening right now. The blood of these people was on his hands.

And deep in his mind, Koltira Deathweaver did not want to escape.

IS THIS OK BB?

[pandablade.livejournal.com]

Illidan had been by her side for some time, letting the small Sin'dorei leech the energy she needed, but it wasn't enough.

He wasn't particularly concerned with the citizens of the land, or if it had not been the Scourge, he wouldn't have been. However, it was a matter of personal pride and in essence, the insult the Scourge had brought to him was enough to inspire him to remain with those who had betrayed him.

Betrayed. Him.

The irony was not lost, but neither was the irony of the vision of the bright Liadrin, who cleansed the sick and consecrated the undead superimposed with his own dark, menacing form. It almost brought a laugh to his lips, if he had not still been sore over the past few days events.

No, he came selfishly, despite what any may wish to believe. He wanted to take his shot once again at the Lich King.

Spark Roast Coffee Shop:: Early Wednesday Morning (Juston + Agatha)

[seyfertsalvage.livejournal.com]

Eating while stressed was a habit Juston had picked during his stay in the city. Even if strange disease hadn’t fallen over the city he had plenty of his own problems… he was still a bit shell-shocked over the fact that the first friend he had made here was ported away last week. He was still feeling somewhat shaken over the fact his friend Rikki had been murdered last week.

For now it didn’t bother him that it he was the only person in the place. After all it was the wee hours of the morning and nothing was going to stop him from eating a plate full of waffles like it was his last day in the city. He was going to enjoy himself/ Then he turned his head looking outside of the window… his jaw agape, his brown hair drooping down over his face as he gasped.

“Oh-my-god…” he said in one breath.

[drinkthedyne]

Agatha looked up from pouring coffee for a customer, and just stared. The cup filled and overflowed, but she didn't even notice the hot coffee running over her hand until it splashed on the floor.

Dropping it (she could clean up later), she put both hands on her hips and uttered a very loud sound that was somewhere between a whistle and a yell. Immediately, the door-bot that normally just watched people come in and out all day unfolded down to barricade the doors to keep any of the things from getting in.

"Stay calm, everyone. We'll be safe in here," she said evenly, wishing yet again that the Spark charisma had come through the 'Porter with her. It would make things so much easier.

WEDNESDAY after Lich King's little gloat, near the MAC

[naturesplaya.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Beck did say she wanted Cable to take him down but I haven't heard back from her since, so I guess that leaves this open. Sorry Beck! Also, he was going to've moved in with George but I'll say he was at the MAC while George was gone, so then he's easier for people to attack.

tl;dr: Hay guize have a zombie!Tully]



Hungerhungerhunger. More powerful than the wolf could dream of.

He walked, barefoot, stumbling, out into the street. So much not food. Walls and walls and walls. All blank smells or bad smells, or the faint faint green smells. Or others like him. Not food, not friends; fellow slaves.

But then the smell of flesh came to him. Living flesh. Food. Hungerhungerhunger. A growl started in the back of his throat, rumbling lower than usual thanks to the damage done to his vocal cords.

[holycablechrist.livejournal.com]

After the past few months, a zombie attack was sorely needed. And this time, Cable was not going to get bitten. He had two guns and more artillery strapped to his person. He had been taking out NPCs poor, hapless citizens on the way to the MAC where some of the zombies were concentrated. He never liked that place.

"Hey! I've got some nice juicy flesh right here," Cable growled, pointing his gun at what he didn't know was Tully.

Any time between zombies showing up, and the end of the plot; OPEN

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Awesome Base was awesome for many reasons, in Lyra's opinion. One of the major reasons, of course, was because Toph lived there. One of the reasons why that was so awesome was around the base right now- thirty feet high and five feet thick, walls made of solid stone surrounded the house, put there by Toph's earthbending in a matter of minutes. Like last time, there was a stairway to let those inside the walls walk to the top to see what was going on, but no entrance at the ground level- the only way in was over the top of the wall.

Lyra dealt with zombies that got within range of her own telekinesis, and used a rope ladder to help up any seeking shelter that weren't ill, and needed a safe place to rest.

[ooc; Feel free to post your characters either showing up outside the walls, or already safe inside!]

Wednesday | A Random Street

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Theoretically, Ryan knew that being out in the City while there were brain-eating (or whatever) zombies was a stupid idea. However, Ryan didn't always do what was a good idea. In fact, he hardly ever did what was a good idea so it really should have been of very little surprise that Ryan was leaning against the wall of a building with a shotgun in his hand and a faintly visible purple energy shield around him. For there being a zombie invasion, Ryan seemed remarkably unconcerned with being hurt.

It probably had something to do with the fact that all the zombies around him were dancing. And singing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEyWS3CTT3s).

"In hell we dance our own special a way,
let's show them how we dance while our bodies decay!"
"Do we bounce like Backstreet?"
"Not without a heartbeat!"

Okay to jump in?

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

Maggie had slept most of the day, or otherwise consuming enough broth to rehydrate a mountain of flesh (or a 6 foot tall bodyguard type gal), and much recovered and refreshed, was determined to help. She had been spared this curse; she had to do what she could to protect the City from it.

She and a 10 foot tall paper golem roamed the streets, the golem smashing zombie bodies into the pavement or grabbing and crushing them, while Maggie raised shields to separate the zombies from passers by and direct them toward her and her golem.

She stopped short when she reached the next block. Had she ever seen the "Thriller" video she might have been familiar with the sight, but as it was, she was utterly perplexed by dancing zombies, and wasn't quite sure whether to destroy them, or let the architect of this strange event complete whatever this strange ritual was. She looked around, looking for the source.

Wednesday Night (~10pm to start) | Near the MAC | For Rue and Possibly Sanji

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Fakir hadn't expected to be taking on the role of a knight again so soon after his encounter with Maleficent. The sudden appearance of these shambling, rotted monsters, however, dictated that he take up his sword again, putting his despair and the interpersonal quagmire that was his day to day life behind him in favor of defending the defenseless people caught in this fracas.

His friends, Mytho, hundreds of thousands of innocent people were in danger. With that in mind, he had pulled on his boots and mended clothing he had first arrived wearing, and taken up the sword Ben had given him. And tucked a small, crumpled piece of paper bearing his new laws into the folded collar of his shirt. Yes, he assured himself, this was the only real way that he could afford to help. God knows what happened the last time he had tried to take the easy path to knighthood.

This was far from easy. Even if the monsters' decayed flesh gave easily under his blade, they made up for that in sheer tenacity. He learned fairly quickly that they needed to be dispatched quickly and thoroughly. Still, he avoided the larger groups, dodging their lurching grabs at any opportunity. He knew he was only one against... how many? He wouldn't allow himself to die yet.

Somehow, he managed to reach the MAC.

[easyopentabs.livejournal.com]

It wasn't as if she wanted to be out here in this. Indeed, when she first heard of the zombie attacks on the network, Rue had done what she thought any sensible person would do: she locked her door and windows, and decided to hide in her room until it was all over. It was a cowardly course of action for sure, but much wiser in the end, she thought.

But the zombies, unfortunately, didn't agree. Late that afternoon she found them scratching at her door, and now they'd finally managed to shatter both the glass and the screen of her window. So she'd had no choice but to become Princess Kraehe and beat them away from her apartment before they ruined something nice.

She had help, of course, in the form of her ravens, who were quite eager to help in defeating what was for them a very appetizing meal. Even now, when they managed to bring a zombie down, the stupid birds would become distracted by eating it and nearly get themselves killed. But it was no matter, really. As long as her ravens were as infinite as the monsters, Rue would be safe.

It was around the late evening when she spotted a familiar head of hair from her perch on the upstairs balcony, and deigned to call down to him.

"What on earth are you doing out here?"

Wednesday Night/Thursday - Suzi-Zombie

[sway-over-time.livejournal.com]

With a groaning scream, what was once Suzi tore through the streets, in pursuit of delicious brain matter.

Brain. Brains.

Suzi let out a roar.