Date & Time: During the zombie apocalypse
Location: Apt 303, City Streets
Characters: Gordon, Blaine, Samus, Anyone else looking to fight some zombies.
Summary: A lot of talking and then zombies are killed. The end.
Warnings: Violence, gore, angst, hazard suits in silly colors.
[Action, Room 303, locked to Blaine and Chloe]The smell of rotten flesh was a distinct one, not easy to forget. Gordon had been trying to forget it all over again since he'd heard about the contagion. It seems like just yesterday he'd found himself in a very similar situation about a half-mile under the New Mexico desert. Even sooner he was stuck in a small town in the middle of nowhere completely blotted out by zombies. He'd watched his fellow scientists writhe and howl as their chest cavities forcibly ripped themselves open by the unnatural contortions of their own muscle tissue. Giving up on going home implied that he'd never had to deal with that again... At least he thought. It seems he was wrong.
The victims were curable if they were reached in time, he knew this, but most of them were too far gone by now. They needed firepower, not research. Gordon knew this, and yet he found himself in the Lab more than ever.
Goddammit. He just didn't want to do it all over again, that's all! The pain, screaming, crunching of bone and the splatter of blood and ichor against stained concrete. He could live without any more of that shit, thanks. He's not a coward, but... he's already been to Ravenholm once. Once was enough for any man.
Up in the apartment, he runs a hand over his face and turns away from the window.
[Action, later, City Streets, open]The zombies are everywhere. Most of the citizens have all vacated for their own safety, leaving volunteers to keep the streets safe.
Either that or they've already been turned.
Will you fight them?