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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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.

[naturesplaya.livejournal.com]

The words meant little. The smell of Cable -- foodfoodfood -- meant more. Had he been alive still he would have recognised the gun as a threat. As it was, the hunger overrode everything else, and he charged mindlessly -- and quickly. The adrenaline that usually powered his transformation was racing to speed his ungraceful dead body forward.

[holycablechrist.livejournal.com]

Cable wasn't hesitating. He had been bitten once--not again. Cable cocked his gun, pointed it at Tully, and fired a round of shots at the running madman.

[naturesplaya.livejournal.com]

The bullets damn near did for him. A line of holes appeared across his torso, and if he'd had a working circulatory system he would have started bleeding out.

But zombies didn't quite work like humans, and though it slowed him down, it didn't quite stop him. He faltered and then kept moving, one hand reaching for Cable and a gurgling growl churning up from the back of his throat.

[holycablechrist.livejournal.com]

This one wanted to play. He simply cocked his gun one more time and pointed it straight at Tully's forehead. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger. Eh, getting coated in blood and guts was nothing for him.

[naturesplaya.livejournal.com]

It wasn't blood and guys that Cable would have to worry about so much as particulate brain matter. The bullet hit dead centre; suddenly neither Tully-the-zombie nor Tully-the-wolf were thinking about hunting, and Tully-the-human, now the least of the thread, was not thinking about anything at all.

His body fell to the ground; he was now just another head -- well, bits of a head -- in the headcount of the City's zombie battle.

[holycablechrist.livejournal.com]

Cable sniffed and looked down at the body--rotting corpse--falling apart. Something gleamed in the light. He picked it up telekinetically, holding the object in front of him. It was a communicator--the one issued by the Porter. He dropped it in his hand, flipped through it, and learned the man's identity.

"May Mother Askani aid you," he muttered and walked away to shoot more fucking zombies.