[Accidental Visual] (the man who fell to earth)

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

[[Backdated to day four of Zombie Hell]

Again the tablet is displaying at an odd angle, incorporated into Oolong's bracelet as it is. The city sweeps by in disorienting swatches of building rooftops, building walls, pavement seeming to rush towards the screen, then shots of the skyline and shots of the sky-- repeated over and over as the dragon loops through the air, flying over the streets and trying to find accumulated groups of zombies to vent his fires on.

( Read more... )

The broadcast is now a grounds-level view of the pavement stretching away, and the bloody, rotting feet and legs of four zombies shuffling closer to the dinner that has so obligingly appeared before them, unarmed, naked, and dazed.


OOC: Oolong is Long again! no more dragony funtimes for him. sadface. The tablet will once more display his name and location as Mayland Long though.

[ location ] zombies day six

[eventextras.livejournal.com]

While the city remains overrun with the undead, the citizens' zombie-killing efforts are beginning to pay off. Building by building, the city is slowly being reclaimed.

This progress comes with a price, however. As the zombies are driven back into the streets, travel is once more a dangerous proposition. Anyone venturing out had best be well-armed and wary.

(ZOMBIES MAP, DAY SIX)

FOUR//ACTION/ACCIDENTAL AUDIO (i tremble; they're gonna eat me alive)

[adeadringer.livejournal.com]

Elena's been told by everyone around her to stay inside and stay safe. This isn't anything new, since Katherine arrived in town and Elena met up with her to hammer out the details of the backstory Stefan helped establish, everyone's been telling her to keep herself safe, don't go out alone, keep yourself alive. What's new is that now, she's actually listening to the warning.

She hates this. She hates that she can't do anything to fight, that she's stuck inside alone with only her kitten and Damon's puppy for company. Stefan joined Damon in the zombie fight a couple days back and she hasn't heard much from either of them since, but she's been keeping her tablet on at all hours to listen for any updates. There hasn't been much recently, just the occasional call for help that she can't answer or the occasional warning to stay indoors that she's already listening to. She's taken the opportunity to retrieve some food and water for herself and for the animals, making sure to keep the journey from Damon's bedroom to the kitchen downstairs and back as quick as possible. Once she's back upstairs, she dares to take a look out the window, and what she sees is enough to make her scream.

The zombified Extras are headed towards the house, slowly but surely, and they'll be at the door soon.

[ ooc | usual warning for possible extreme zombie violence in the comments! ]

003 [location : streets / audio] rekuh

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

[The streets are all but hell. Spock has been successful enough in surviving this long, but now, it seems, something is getting more desperate. And even he can't watch everywhere at once, now surrounded. All he has time to do is the first thing he can think of--calling for help, without even the time to lock the distress call.]

Captain, I--

[But he's cut off by something close to a gurgle and the sounds of scuffling drift over. Evidently, he is too distracted to finish the message and it ends on the sounds of fighting without further pleas, sounds or words from Spock.

Something almost has to be wrong.]

((Brackets for lazy))

005: We're Never Leaving This Place Alive [Visual / Location: the Sanctuary]

[aklingonside.livejournal.com]

Breathing hard, B'Elanna slammed the door shut behind her and leaned against the cold metal to catch her breath. Her tablet - dropped to the floor along with her blood stained bat'leth - switched on as she checked the power level on her phaser. She'd had it set to level ten since the first zombie had approached the Delta Flyer and, although it had served her well so far, it was only a matter of time before it ran out.

The phaser was running out of power and she was running out of time.

Making her way to the Sanctuary had been the obvious choice. It was the nerve centre of city and, more importantly, the only place that still had power. The journey hadn't been easy, but she'd survived. She'd even had a chance to get quite a bit of work done before the zombies - attracted by the light and the prospect of easy pickings - burst through the door and disturbed her. B'Elanna had been forced to abandon her attempt to reroute power to the rest of the city - along with her tricorder and most of her supples - and run for her life.

The zombies had followed her, and, in the process, they'd put themselves between B'Elanna and the entrance. It was only a matter of time before they got through the locked and barricaded doors that were supposed to keep them at bay.

"If you're going to get in touch, Tom," she said, addressing the silent communicator that was still - despite everything - pinned to her disheveled uniform. "Now would be a good time."

She didn't really expect an answer. In the end, she picked up the tablet instead.

"Captain Kirk, Commander Spock? I've transmitted the access codes for the Delta Flyer to your tablet. If she's still flying when this is over, she's all yours."

Vaguely, B'Elanna wondered if this would count as an honourable death in her mother's eyes. How many klingon warriors had been cut down by zombies?

"If anyone else from Voyager ever reaches Taxon, tell them ... tell Tom ..." What could she say? That she loved them and missed them and that the time she'd spent on Voyager had, despite the rocky road they'd taken, been the happiest time of her life. "Just tell them I went down fighting."

OOC: Backdated to early on day four. Standard warning for zombie related horrors goes here.

033 ± [ location: the northern island ] already digging

[aintnoconvict]

So straightforward that even a half-brained idiot could understand: destroy the brain, destroy the zombie. Or, as in this case: destroy the brain, stop the zombie from ever being a zombie. Simple. Easy.

Funny thing, though: from where Glitch stood, shovel in hand, it seemed pretty close to impossible.

( Cut for the awkward and ineffective disposal of one (1) dead tin man. )

His hands were blistered by the time he was finished, but the task was done. Burial wouldn't stop the zombie from rising, but it might buy them some time. DG would come back and then they'd get as far from the palace and the terrible thing he'd concealed in the ground as they could.


ooc: dated to Day Three, Cain's corpse borrowed with permission. As Sofie told me: "Godmod his sorry dead self as much as you want." Glitch and DG are going to be making a break for it, tag in from around town if folks need help or if you want to get in touch with the headcase via tablets. GENERAL WARNING FOR ZOMBIE HORRORS JUST IN CASE.