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No one knows quite how it started. All we know is that it's probably going to end. In one fell swoop, zombies have taken over most of the free world, looking for tasty humans to snack on. Or who knows?( Maybe there's a misunderstood zombie in there looking for ~love~
All you need to do is survive.
♦ Chasing zombies are not fun zombies. You're doing your best to outrun the horde, but they're hungry and you look like a five star buffet. You better hope you have a weapon handy (and some backup?) because shit is going down.
RULE NUMBER TWO: THE DOUBLE TAP.
♦ By the time you're embroiled in the action, it's important to not only have a weapon, but to use it, and use it right. Whether it's being taught how to shoot a gun, or to swing a bat, or to shoot an arrow if you're feeling like Robin Hood, or even taking all those lessons and putting them to good use for the first time, you're going down swinging. Just remember to make absolutely sure it's down for the count--the zombies tend to be kind of good at being, well, undead.
RULE NUMBER THREE: AVOID BATHROOMS.
♦ Time to hide. Build up a barricade or find a building that might be safe. Hopefully in this shelter you'll find some reprieve from the attack--time to recover from wounds (hope they aren't infectious...),stock up on supplies, or just take a break. In the shelter is where you can find camaraderie with your fellow survivors--maybe get to know them beyond "HEY, WATCH OUT."
RULE NUMBER FOUR: SEATBELTS
♦ You've made a careless mistake. Didn't bring enough bullets. Threw yourself in front of a loved one to let them survive. Either way, whatever you just did was probably dumb, no matter how noble you think it was. You're probably zombie chow, or about to become a member of the undead club--unless of course, someone in your group figured out the cure. (This is code for if you really don't want the bad end, don't do it.)
RULE NUMBER FIVE: ATTACHMENTS.
♦ The bad thing about falling in love in the zombie apocalypse is that you. Fell in love during the zombie apocalypse. And although this can lead to moments of joy in a world of nightmares, it can lead to the exact opposite, too--you would do anything to save your loved one, and certainly balk at the idea of killing them. Things get messy when you're attached.
RULE NUMBER SIX: BE RUTHLESS.
♦ Did your friend/loved one/soulmate/child get bitten by a zombie? Oops too bad. You better send them off to a better place because they will not hesitate to do the same thing to you. Think of it as a mercy kill.
RULE NUMBER SEVEN: ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS.
♦ Dude. It's the end of the world. If you find a Twinkies factory? You go in there and eat some goddamn twinkies. If you stumble across the Hollywood Sign and want to stand in front of it, go for it. Always wanted to be a star? The theaters are pretty dead right now. (Pun kind of intended.) If you have something you want to do before you die, now is the chance to do it. It's hard enough to find happiness in the post-zombie-apocalypse world, so if you find something that might make you happy, cling onto it.
RULE NUMBER EIGHT: WILD CARD.
♦ There are a whole buttload of other rules you should be following. Pick one or make up your own--either way, the zombie apocalypse waits for no man!
This is very true. Save -for- the enviromentally damaging crash, their intro went smoothly...
Still! There are more than too many of these things, and they do not fight in any form or organization that I recognize. It is chaos. No unification. [There's a scary thought: Apparently she's used to the undead being (admittedly mildly, without the Living or Death Knights to guide) much more strategic than this.]
I am assuming you did not see a source these things were coming from? [Closer to her, now, he'd notice she's not always striking with the blade, but using it to direct other attacks as well. Another zombie starts to ice over as its blood and remaining organs turn to ice.]
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Unfortunately, no. [He replies, tossing a grenade at a cluster that managed to get past her.] I was hoping you would.
Sadly I couldn't find a proper sparkletext generator for 'Magic', so pretend it's sparkling.
I have been in the thick of these things, and they appear to be coming from all directions from my perspective. If we could get to higher ground, it would allow us to form some sort of plan aside from killing everything that isn't us. [All of this, of course, was said while she continued to cleave these zombies apart. They had the advantage in numbers, but yeah, they weren't comparable to the more refined versions of the Scourge. Miss Undead Terminator here included]
It may also allow us to see some sort of direction these things are coming from. If we can kill whatever is leading them, it may at least slow them down.
Though the lack of organization suggests no clear commander, it cannot hurt to gain more information about our enemy.
I think I can live lol
I'll head up to the roof, see if I can figure this out. Think you can handle yourself without some support? [That was rhetorical.]