Tonight we present a very seasonal topic.
Someone .... or something... has returned from the grave. Is it you? Or someone you love? Or perhaps -- the start of the zombie apocalypse. Either way, you'd best figure out what to do about that little problem.For resurrections lasting more than four hours, consult your doctor.
Make a post with the RP tag and see if you can dig up some allies.
Alex looked out the window of Jack's VW bug, wondering if she had made the right decision to take on the current case. Even in her own dimension's home world, she'd never been to Nebraska. Nemaha sounded like a nice place to live...but for some reason every time she tried to picture what the small city would look like she kept seeing Indians whooping and hollering around a campfire. She chuckled lightly as they drove down the vast, empty highway surrounded by fields of newly planted corn. Spring had just hit the Midwest, and the fields looked almost barren. At that moment, something moved in the corner of her eye, and Alex did a double take.
She grabbed Jack's arm and said nervously, "Jack, stop the car. Pull over." He looked at her with one eyebrow raised, sighed, and pulled off to the side of the road. Alex got out and readied her gun, taking no chances.
"What is it?" He asked, coming around the front of the car to her side. He looked off into the distance and muttered, "Oh shit..."
"My sentiments exactly." Alex answered, and pointed her gun toward the Infested field. In the distance, three men and two women, all of them badly mangled and extremely bloody, limped towards them as fast as their infected legs could carry them. She aimed and shot the first one in the head. The zombie dropped to the ground with a sudden thud, and two of the others tripped over his body as they continued faster towards the new visitors on the road.
"Just what do they think we are anyways?" Alex muttered under her breath as she dropped another one....then a third, then a fourth.
She turned her head to see Jack taking aim for the last one remaining. He smiled at her, winked, "Fresh Meat." He replied, then he shot the infected woman to the ground.
Someone .... or something... has returned from the grave. Is it you? Or someone you love? Or perhaps -- the start of the zombie apocalypse. Either way, you'd best figure out what to do about that little problem.
Make a post with the RP tag and see if you can dig up some allies.
Alex looked out the window of Jack's VW bug, wondering if she had made the right decision to take on the current case. Even in her own dimension's home world, she'd never been to Nebraska. Nemaha sounded like a nice place to live...but for some reason every time she tried to picture what the small city would look like she kept seeing Indians whooping and hollering around a campfire. She chuckled lightly as they drove down the vast, empty highway surrounded by fields of newly planted corn. Spring had just hit the Midwest, and the fields looked almost barren. At that moment, something moved in the corner of her eye, and Alex did a double take.
She grabbed Jack's arm and said nervously, "Jack, stop the car. Pull over." He looked at her with one eyebrow raised, sighed, and pulled off to the side of the road. Alex got out and readied her gun, taking no chances.
"What is it?" He asked, coming around the front of the car to her side. He looked off into the distance and muttered, "Oh shit..."
"My sentiments exactly." Alex answered, and pointed her gun toward the Infested field. In the distance, three men and two women, all of them badly mangled and extremely bloody, limped towards them as fast as their infected legs could carry them. She aimed and shot the first one in the head. The zombie dropped to the ground with a sudden thud, and two of the others tripped over his body as they continued faster towards the new visitors on the road.
"Just what do they think we are anyways?" Alex muttered under her breath as she dropped another one....then a third, then a fourth.
She turned her head to see Jack taking aim for the last one remaining. He smiled at her, winked, "Fresh Meat." He replied, then he shot the infected woman to the ground.