[He hisses in pain as he feels the blade move across his cheek, but he resists the urge to touch and see how deep the damage is. That’s because he’s preoccupied, hm, with dislodging the saw once more so he can try to slam it into the zombie’s head again.
This is all fine.]
If anyone is currently not about to die, watch out, because I think there’s another one coming soon!
[ But if they're going to take their sweet time taking turns waking up then 45's going to decide that she's danced with this one for long enough already, long enough that she's pretty sure of how fast it can and can't move,
Which means the handgun she retrieves from the holster under her dress gets swung up to be aimed directly at Mr. Fair haired and blue eyed's head at near point blank, angled such that she'll be firing away from either of the other two idiots and their dance partners here. Always bring a gun to a knife fight!
Anyway she pulls the trigger. No time to waste, let's get this one out of the way so she can help one of the other two with their zombies so they can get a numbers advantage for when the next zombie inevitably comes shambling out. ]
[He's tired. There's a zombie hand clawing at his side and a wave of concern that doesn't belong there slamming into him like a truck. And now? Another one of these fuckers is trying to bust out of its cage, and he is so fucking pissed. The zombie nearly falls into him, trying to pull the knife out — and he pushes her against the fridge before she can get too far. Has she let go of the dumbbell by now? Because if so, he's going to try and repeatedly bash her skull in until he's sure she's down for the count, only bothering to rip the knife out of her eye socket and the hand clawing at his side off once that's done.
... He's probably covered in zombie bits by this point, but that's fine. At least 45 is having a better time than these two dumbdumbs.]
[The zombie's still swiping at Hunter with the blade, but a bonesaw kind of wins in terms of size. Hunter lands a hit to the head and the zombie staggers. Unfortunately, he's still alive.
Love that the gun brought a gun to a knifefight because with the trigger pulled, Mr. Blondeside reels back from the impact, brain matter and skull shattering and blasting back toward the not-Varian table. The body drops to a heap on the floor, twitching and writhing before finally staying down with the knife still in its hands.
Akechi's...doing his best. Akechi's doing something, actually, and as he beats the brains out of the woman zombie her hand claws even deeper into his side before she's finally down for the count, a lifeless heap of blood and brains. The knife is covered in goop now, so that's nice. The hand skitters away on its own though, diving under one of the tables to lay itself to rest.
Someone maybe should help Hunter? The zombie moves with almost lightning-speed to try and bend his wrist backwards, but the door to fridge five slams open as a blur of mangled fur darts out and immediately tackles 45. A tattered orange jumpsuit hangs from its frame as it chatters angrily, immediately clawing at her hair and her face to temporarily immobilize her.
And someone from fridge 12 wants to join the party, given there's a loud hollow kick against the door.]
[Well. As soon as whatever that thing is jumps out of the fridge and towards 45, the huge spike of panic is visible on his face. Part of it is his, but part of it... Well. Sorry, [redacted]. at any rate, he tries to move towards 45, and that means he's distracted enough that the zombie doesn't have a hard time reaching his hand and pushing back on his wrist.
Hunter gives a sharp, surprised noise of pain, but luckily, it isn't hard enough to break. He pushes back against the zombie with the saw, dislodges it once again, and with a pained noise, slams it into the creature's head once again.
down she goes, she's not going to try to fight getting bowled over but also she's going to use the momentum to try to toss it off? Down. Sit! Bad Cujo, no treats. :/
Of course it means they both go down hard, between the giant furry tackle and all 300something pounds of metal and cable that she's made of, and if it isn't dislodged in the initial roll them she's still got a knife to work to sever its cervical vertebrae as they grapple- or into an eye, whichever comes first, really. If it is dislodged then she's going to keep circling because 🔪. ]
[Welp. Scratch that. 45 is not having a better time than these two dumbdumbs.
But she's further away from him that Hunter and has a fucking GUN, so.]
45— Are you alright?!
[More out of courtesy than anything. She will probably be okay to fend for herself for a little while longer. But Hunter is closer to the refrigerators, and someone else wants to join the party — so Akechi quickly moves towards him to slam the dumbbell into the back of their stupidly durable friend's head. Please go down before Contestant #12 makes their grand debut. Thank you.]
[Hunter's wrist is going to be bruised and swollen, but the final hit makes the zombie stay down, collapsing to the ground near his feet. He tries to reach for Hunter's ankle, but being brained by a saw sure does something to you!
Then again, being hit by a dumbbell doesn't hurt either and I hope Akechi's happen with his brain-slimed weapon. They barely have time for a reprieve though before fridge 12 slams open. Black hair mats to the forehead of this zombie, scarred and shirtless and riddled with bullet holes. A black eyepatch covers his left eye and there's...something hanging around his neck? Hm. He barely waits before he's immediately nyooming for the table with the autopsy tools though. DID SOMEONE SAY FIGHT?!
45 has her hands full and down she goes with the rabid creature. She stabs near its eye and though it's stunned and bleeding, it turns with the knife in its eye to bite her in the hand, little grubby paws grappling for...the gun? Yeah, this fucker wants the gun and will use its back legs to scramble up and try to obscure her vision to steal it from her.]
[He’s torn for a split second between doing something to help 45, but... Well. With the last zombie he was working on downed, Hunter, acting on sleep deprived instinct, is going to try to tackle Majima!zombie before he can make it to the autopsy table.]
[ Are you kidding her, ugh. At least she doesn't have to worry about rabies. Rip to Haruka but she's different.
Anyway, now that initial tackle is over... Oh. What the hell, this thing is about as threatening as a Dinergate. Which means, yes, it can do some damage, but also: small. Maybe if there were more of it she'd be more concerned, but as it is can she please just.
Use the hand that was originally holding the knife to pick it up by its scruff and just. Hold it away from her.
In fact can she just yeet it into Zombie Majima's face, please say yes. ]
[Tfw both of your break-in buddies are getting mauled by zombies, and you're just vibing with a dumbbell and knife.
Anyway, if no one else Kool-Aid Man's their way out of the refrigerators? Akechi will nyoom over to the autopsy tools, intent on grabbing the tray and playing keep away for as long as Hunter manages to fend of Not!Majima......... Which may not be very long at all, considering 45 just threw a zombie racoon at him. But. Hey. Points for effort?]
[Here's the thing. Hunter's trying to tackle Zombiejima, 45 just threw a goddamn raccoon at him, Akechi's trying to grab the autopsy tray, and the thing is that the zombie punches the raccoon before it can make contact, sending it straight at Akechi. Hope Akechi has a good grip or oops! Those tools hit the floor!
Speaking of floor, Hunter's on the ground with this zombie and getting kicked in the face before he tries to get back to his feet to nyoom over to 45 to tear her apart with his hands. The raccoon's...going to immediately search Akechi's pockets for anything it can steal.
But up close, Hunter will probably (?) see that there's a chain around Zombiejima's neck with a small silver key attached! That's only visible before he's thrown back to the floor and the zombie heads for 45.]
Edited (fixes this bc andie made me paranoid now :() 2020-03-04 03:56 (UTC)
[He’s making a noise of pain again. This time, he reaches for his face and feels the blood, but - then he notices that the zombie is heading towards 45. Scrambling unsteadily to his feet, he’s aiming to slice the bonesaw through the muscles and tendons in the back of it’s legs to immobilize it slightly.]
[ Hunter??? It's going to finally register that he keeps being an idiot for her because has he done this shit for Akechi yet. Has he.
Anyway Akechi can get to deal with the raccoon for now, let 45 and Hunter tag team Zombiejima before Hunter gets even more beat up. She still has gun, but she'd rather not use it when the zombie and Hunter are still so close to each other and moving around so much, so uh. How successful is Hunter at inflicting a movement debuff on the zombie, and is he out of the direct line of fire if she goes for a headshot because that will determine whether or not she fires or goes to try to pistol whip Zombiejima into the afterlife instead. ]
He yelps when the racoon attaches itself to him, instinctively yeeting the whole ass tray of tools to one corner of the room. Specifically, whichever corner is farthest away from the action and the refrigerators themselves. It also may or may not be the raccoon's lucky day, as it will find one (1) shiny fork and one (1) fountain pen in the pocket it's currently rummaging through... Though it won't get to nab anything other than those two items before Akechi tries to grab it by the scruff, hoping to crush it by slamming it into the counter with the full weight of his body.
[Hunter misses one leg and he aims for the other, causing the zombie to stumble into 45 rather than just toward her. She's close enough for a headshot, and she should probably aim soon because Zombiejima's unhinging his entire jaw to bite whatever he can reach. The raccoon's busy ransacking poor Akechi, scratching him up and immediately stealing the fork and the pen.
Akechi has a good chance of grabbing him and crushing the raccoon's upper half. However, it kicks Akechi in the face one more time and absconds for another portion of the room near the end of the row of fridges, feet skittering on the linoleum. Hunter's probably still on the ground and 45 has her hands full of Majima as the remaining fridges rattle.]
[He starts to aim again, but when he looks towards 45 and sees what she's doing... Rather than try and attack the zombie once more, he drops down to a crouch so she can get a clear shot without jeopardizing him.
You go, gun. And also Akechi, who Hunter definitely has done nothing but stress out this entire time.]
[ 45 hopes that in whatever universe she didn't fire in, zombie Majima chokes on metal. Unfortunately (?) this is not that universe, because that is bullet numero dos being fired at him after she's taken enough aim for a headshot now that Hunter is clear. Local Gun casts Gun.
also for fuck's sake the remaining fridges, ]
There's something around its neck- get it if you can!
Time to chase after a fucking raccoon so he can throttle it! If he catches up to it, he will absolutely try to tackle it, pin it down and bash its head in with the dumbbell. He's angry and he craves violence.
... Or maybe the other zombies will come out of their fridges first and kill him. Either one works.]
[Zombiejima is shot straight in the head and while he clamps down on 45's arm, the bite isn't as hard or bone-shattering as it could have been given his head has been blown apart. Hunter and 45 are both in the splashzone, however. Either of them are free to grab the item around its neck.
They may wish to hurry because the raccoon scuttles away from Akechi, forcing him to chase after it with a dumbbell before heading nearly behind the fridges. All three of them may wish to be careful. The decay on their skin continues to spread, and if they don't watch their step they'll find themselves sliding on a bit of water.
There's a sound that almost seems like a laugh before one of the fridges bangs, the fork in the raccoon's hand as it fiddles behind the wall.
The lights flicker. There's a sharp spark and the raccoon flies backwards.
The lights go out. The sliding of metal on metal starts slowly as footsteps begin to approach in the dark.]
[Before the lights go out, he's grabbing the necklace and tugging. If it won't come off from that, he'll use the edge of the bonesaw to get it off this zombie, making sure the key doesn't fall.
But then. Hm. Bad! Very bad. The lights are out now, but if he looks in the direction of the footsteps, can he make anything out?]
[ Did the fridges give out, are the freezers broken. Did that raccoon just cut the coils and leak refrigerant fluid everywhere. Or is it more ominous like a pool of blood. Or is it just the fact that the dripping sink was never turned off for the sake of Akechi's fingerprints? Why isn't it draining.
Regardless, she's going to give her arm a sharp shake to flick off what she can of Majima's head off her, because wow, hm, don't like that decay thing.
How heavy do the footfalls sound, and are they coordinated or shuffling. Can she make out how many of them there seem to be? ]
He stills, holding his breath when the lights go out and the footsteps begin. How many sets are there? Does it seem like they're heading straight for them, like they know exactly where they are? Because it sure is dark, and unless there are emergency lights of some source, they're probably not going to get a lot done squinting in that direction.]
[Hunter successfully obtains the key! He can't really see it, but it feels small and like it might fit a cabinet-sized lock. As he and 45 stay near the tables, they'll hear the footsteps are a little lighter and seem to cluster around the left side of the rooms near fridges 1-4. Someone sounds like they're wandering on all fours and jingling...? As the other three sets of footstep are relatively normal. They're starting to spread out to create a semi-circle around the group. Near fridges 13-15, two more sets of footsteps appear. One is quickly running and one sounds heavier than your average person. These ones seem to be enclosing on Akechi.
The three intruders will begin to feel the ache in their muscles, decay spreading to under their clothes now. The sink is still dripping, but the water pools around the front of the fridges. They'll have to get closer to find a source.
The fridges have stopped humming. The footsteps enclose around the three of them, and there are faint shapes outlined in the dark. Six of them, including one that's almost twice 45's size. The darkness continues to linger around them.
Haha, well. Hunter, as evidenced by pretty much everything he's done here on this night, is not really a planning kind of guy. He's eager to follow the ideas other people have, but coming up with his own leads to questionable levels of success. It's one thing to tackle a singular zombie, but when he sees all of these different forms encircling the three of them (not to mention one that's running), he falters.]
Uh - guys? Any ideas?
[At this point, he will do literally the first thing somebody tells him to, but. For now, he's frozen.]
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This is all fine.]
If anyone is currently not about to die, watch out, because I think there’s another one coming soon!
[That applies to nobody.]
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[ But if they're going to take their sweet time taking turns waking up then 45's going to decide that she's danced with this one for long enough already, long enough that she's pretty sure of how fast it can and can't move,
Which means the handgun she retrieves from the holster under her dress gets swung up to be aimed directly at Mr. Fair haired and blue eyed's head at near point blank, angled such that she'll be firing away from either of the other two idiots and their dance partners here. Always bring a gun to a knife fight!
Anyway she pulls the trigger. No time to waste, let's get this one out of the way so she can help one of the other two with their zombies so they can get a numbers advantage for when the next zombie inevitably comes shambling out. ]
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[He's tired. There's a zombie hand clawing at his side and a wave of concern that doesn't belong there slamming into him like a truck. And now? Another one of these fuckers is trying to bust out of its cage, and he is so fucking pissed. The zombie nearly falls into him, trying to pull the knife out — and he pushes her against the fridge before she can get too far. Has she let go of the dumbbell by now? Because if so, he's going to try and repeatedly bash her skull in until he's sure she's down for the count, only bothering to rip the knife out of her eye socket and the hand clawing at his side off once that's done.
... He's probably covered in zombie bits by this point, but that's fine. At least 45 is having a better time than these two dumbdumbs.]
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Love that the gun brought a gun to a knifefight because with the trigger pulled, Mr. Blondeside reels back from the impact, brain matter and skull shattering and blasting back toward the not-Varian table. The body drops to a heap on the floor, twitching and writhing before finally staying down with the knife still in its hands.
Akechi's...doing his best. Akechi's doing something, actually, and as he beats the brains out of the woman zombie her hand claws even deeper into his side before she's finally down for the count, a lifeless heap of blood and brains. The knife is covered in goop now, so that's nice. The hand skitters away on its own though, diving under one of the tables to lay itself to rest.
Someone maybe should help Hunter? The zombie moves with almost lightning-speed to try and bend his wrist backwards, but the door to fridge five slams open as a blur of mangled fur darts out and immediately tackles 45. A tattered orange jumpsuit hangs from its frame as it chatters angrily, immediately clawing at her hair and her face to temporarily immobilize her.
And someone from fridge 12 wants to join the party, given there's a loud hollow kick against the door.]
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[Well. As soon as whatever that thing is jumps out of the fridge and towards 45, the huge spike of panic is visible on his face. Part of it is his, but part of it... Well. Sorry, [redacted]. at any rate, he tries to move towards 45, and that means he's distracted enough that the zombie doesn't have a hard time reaching his hand and pushing back on his wrist.
Hunter gives a sharp, surprised noise of pain, but luckily, it isn't hard enough to break. He pushes back against the zombie with the saw, dislodges it once again, and with a pained noise, slams it into the creature's head once again.
Please die?? This is getting old??]
Shit—
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down she goes, she's not going to try to fight getting bowled over but also she's going to use the momentum to try to toss it off? Down. Sit! Bad Cujo, no treats. :/
Of course it means they both go down hard, between the giant furry tackle and all 300something pounds of metal and cable that she's made of, and if it isn't dislodged in the initial roll them she's still got a knife to work to sever its cervical vertebrae as they grapple- or into an eye, whichever comes first, really. If it is dislodged then she's going to keep circling because 🔪. ]
Don't get distracted—— stay down, Töle!
[ this thing better not have fleas ]
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But she's further away from him that Hunter and has a fucking GUN, so.]
45— Are you alright?!
[More out of courtesy than anything. She will probably be okay to fend for herself for a little while longer. But Hunter is closer to the refrigerators, and someone else wants to join the party — so Akechi quickly moves towards him to slam the dumbbell into the back of their stupidly durable friend's head. Please go down before Contestant #12 makes their grand debut. Thank you.]
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Then again, being hit by a dumbbell doesn't hurt either and I hope Akechi's happen with his brain-slimed weapon. They barely have time for a reprieve though before fridge 12 slams open. Black hair mats to the forehead of this zombie, scarred and shirtless and riddled with bullet holes. A black eyepatch covers his left eye and there's...something hanging around his neck? Hm. He barely waits before he's immediately nyooming for the table with the autopsy tools though. DID SOMEONE SAY FIGHT?!
45 has her hands full and down she goes with the rabid creature. She stabs near its eye and though it's stunned and bleeding, it turns with the knife in its eye to bite her in the hand, little grubby paws grappling for...the gun? Yeah, this fucker wants the gun and will use its back legs to scramble up and try to obscure her vision to steal it from her.]
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Anyway, now that initial tackle is over... Oh. What the hell, this thing is about as threatening as a Dinergate. Which means, yes, it can do some damage, but also: small. Maybe if there were more of it she'd be more concerned, but as it is can she please just.
Use the hand that was originally holding the knife to pick it up by its scruff and just. Hold it away from her.
In fact can she just yeet it into Zombie Majima's face, please say yes. ]
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Wait— Hunter!
[Tfw both of your break-in buddies are getting mauled by zombies, and you're just vibing with a dumbbell and knife.
Anyway, if no one else Kool-Aid Man's their way out of the refrigerators? Akechi will nyoom over to the autopsy tools, intent on grabbing the tray and playing keep away for as long as Hunter manages to fend of Not!Majima......... Which may not be very long at all, considering 45 just threw a zombie racoon at him. But. Hey. Points for effort?]
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Speaking of floor, Hunter's on the ground with this zombie and getting kicked in the face before he tries to get back to his feet to nyoom over to 45 to tear her apart with his hands. The raccoon's...going to immediately search Akechi's pockets for anything it can steal.
But up close, Hunter will probably (?) see that there's a chain around Zombiejima's neck with a small silver key attached! That's only visible before he's thrown back to the floor and the zombie heads for 45.]
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Anyway Akechi can get to deal with the raccoon for now, let 45 and Hunter tag team Zombiejima before Hunter gets even more beat up. She still has gun, but she'd rather not use it when the zombie and Hunter are still so close to each other and moving around so much, so uh. How successful is Hunter at inflicting a movement debuff on the zombie, and is he out of the direct line of fire if she goes for a headshot because that will determine whether or not she fires or goes to try to pistol whip Zombiejima into the afterlife instead. ]
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Unfortunate.
He yelps when the racoon attaches itself to him, instinctively yeeting the whole ass tray of tools to one corner of the room. Specifically, whichever corner is farthest away from the action and the refrigerators themselves. It also may or may not be the raccoon's lucky day, as it will find one (1) shiny fork and one (1) fountain pen in the pocket it's currently rummaging through... Though it won't get to nab anything other than those two items before Akechi tries to grab it by the scruff, hoping to crush it by slamming it into the counter with the full weight of his body.
Good luck with Zombiejima, guys.]
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Akechi has a good chance of grabbing him and crushing the raccoon's upper half. However, it kicks Akechi in the face one more time and absconds for another portion of the room near the end of the row of fridges, feet skittering on the linoleum. Hunter's probably still on the ground and 45 has her hands full of Majima as the remaining fridges rattle.]
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You go, gun. And also Akechi, who Hunter definitely has done nothing but stress out this entire time.]
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also for fuck's sake the remaining fridges, ]
There's something around its neck- get it if you can!
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Time to chase after a fucking raccoon so he can throttle it! If he catches up to it, he will absolutely try to tackle it, pin it down and bash its head in with the dumbbell. He's angry and he craves violence.
... Or maybe the other zombies will come out of their fridges first and kill him. Either one works.]
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They may wish to hurry because the raccoon scuttles away from Akechi, forcing him to chase after it with a dumbbell before heading nearly behind the fridges. All three of them may wish to be careful. The decay on their skin continues to spread, and if they don't watch their step they'll find themselves sliding on a bit of water.
There's a sound that almost seems like a laugh before one of the fridges bangs, the fork in the raccoon's hand as it fiddles behind the wall.
The lights flicker. There's a sharp spark and the raccoon flies backwards.
The lights go out. The sliding of metal on metal starts slowly as footsteps begin to approach in the dark.]
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But then. Hm. Bad! Very bad. The lights are out now, but if he looks in the direction of the footsteps, can he make anything out?]
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Regardless, she's going to give her arm a sharp shake to flick off what she can of Majima's head off her, because wow, hm, don't like that decay thing.
How heavy do the footfalls sound, and are they coordinated or shuffling. Can she make out how many of them there seem to be? ]
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He stills, holding his breath when the lights go out and the footsteps begin. How many sets are there? Does it seem like they're heading straight for them, like they know exactly where they are? Because it sure is dark, and unless there are emergency lights of some source, they're probably not going to get a lot done squinting in that direction.]
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The three intruders will begin to feel the ache in their muscles, decay spreading to under their clothes now. The sink is still dripping, but the water pools around the front of the fridges. They'll have to get closer to find a source.
The fridges have stopped humming. The footsteps enclose around the three of them, and there are faint shapes outlined in the dark. Six of them, including one that's almost twice 45's size. The darkness continues to linger around them.
What will they do next?]
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Haha, well. Hunter, as evidenced by pretty much everything he's done here on this night, is not really a planning kind of guy. He's eager to follow the ideas other people have, but coming up with his own leads to questionable levels of success. It's one thing to tackle a singular zombie, but when he sees all of these different forms encircling the three of them (not to mention one that's running), he falters.]
Uh - guys? Any ideas?
[At this point, he will do literally the first thing somebody tells him to, but. For now, he's frozen.]
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