6th Hangover - Zombies Ate Your Superhero [Action | Anywhere]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[The Captain is stumbling down your street! Yes YOUR street!

This is pretty normal. Though this time he ISN'T DRUNK!

He is, in fact, a wandering zombie! His body is rotting! He smells terrible like usual, even worse than usual! Half his teeth have rotted out! His one arm has fallen off! What do you do?

He is likely doing one of the following!

--He is chasing after his dismembered, rotted arm down the street. He keeps kicking it instead of grabbing it. It is a slow and ugly processes.

--He is trying to get into your house, first he has to figure out how to get over that gate! He is moaning and grunting and half stuck in his attempts to climb it.

--You fool! You left your gate open! He is now at your door or window. You'll hear the low thuds of him trying to break it down. Do you open your door? If not he is just going to stay there like that a while, he isn't too good at this zombie thing.

--He is shambling after a drone child, trying to eat his or her brains! Of course the kid is just giggling and skipping ahead. The Captain is pretty slow and unless the kid stops to fall asleep on the side walk, there isn't actually all that much danger.

--The Captain is shambling your way! He is gripping his dismembered arm in his only working hand and he is after your brains!

--He is in your yard stumbling into things and knocking over trash cans. He just bumps things and wanders in another direction until he bumps over something else. How inconvenient and rude!

Choose whichever options you wish! Anything goes!]

Comments

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

[just observing shenanigans.

while drinking a can of beer.

this is better than television.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Shambling zombie coming right for you!]

Euuggghhgghh.... Bbbbb....bbbeee....bbeeeerrrr....brraaaainns....

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

[and just watching him approach, scratching his head.]

Nope, I need that, sorry.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Coming your way in super slow motion!

He eventually gets to you. His one still attached hand flailing weakly. Is he reaching for your head or that beer?]

Uugggheehhh...

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

[Holding the can over his head.

Why yes he's apparently prioritizing that.]

Get your own!

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Following the motion, swatting at that hand. Mouth gaping open.]

Ggghhuuuugghghhh......

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

...persistent, aren't you.

[well he'll pour a little into that gaping mouth. don't ever say he's not generous!]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[That seems to please Zombie Captain.

Though one might notice that the liquid and a little bit of rotting flesh will flow out of a hole in his neck down his shirt.]

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Hey! What the hell!

You're just wasting it!

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Eurrghheehh...

[Flails at you!]

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

[just blocking that flailing as best as he can because

fighting whatever this thing is wouldn't even be fun.]

If you're going to drink it, at least drink it properly!

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Huuguhhehh....

[He's easy enough to defend against. His mouth keeps opening and closing at the beer can.

Om nom nom.]

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

[staring. well... let's see if this works...

Lancer chucks the can away.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Turns and follows the can. Walking up to try and grab it. Kicking it and having to stand up straight again and stumble after it again.]

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

...

[and he salutes the departing zombie, feeling a strange kinship for god knows what reason.]

Zombie Captain has his priorities.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

[Planting a garden, which may or may not contain sunflowers and peas. She hears the trash cans, but she smelled it first. She doesn't turn around.]

Begone, foul thing.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Shambling towards the sound.]

Urrrgghhh.....

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, undead never listen. Viktoria stands up and turns to see- oh. Oh this is bad.]

I do not know what mess you have found yourself in now, but you will disturb me no further. [slowly reaching for the garden hoe]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[The Captain was not the brightest of people zombies. He continued to shamble forward.]

Bb....bbbbb....bbeeeeerrrr....

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

[Of all of the people to reanimate as a shambling corpse. Not that she cared that she would most likely have to beat the Captain's skull in- no, this was just going to make things uncomfortable and awkward later when she would inevitably have to explain what happened.]

I will give you one final warn- what?

[She hadn't ever heard a zombie talk before.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Still shambling, one working arm flailing.]

Euurrrghghhh....

Bbbbeeeeeerrrr....

Ueeeegghhhh.....

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't know whether to be relieved, or to facepalm.]

Do not follow me.

[Of course, she knows it won't listen, so she holds the hoe at arms length as she heads for the back door. There has to be beer in the ice box...]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[The Hoe was effective. His best effort to beat it was to lean into it and hope his weight got him through. Instead it just kinda squished sickenly on his chest. He reached out with his only working arm.]

Uuuughghhhh....

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

[Oh, disgusting. She drops the hoe and quickly backs into the house.]

Just... stay... there.

[A few moments later she emerges with a bottle of beer that always seemed to be in the ice box. It certainly wasn't getting any use from the residents of the house. She tosses it unceremoniously at Zombie!Cap's feet.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[The Captain stops. Bends over to pick it up. And then falls face first into the dirt as he gets a hand on the bottle. Putting one end into his mouth and noming on the bottle cap trying to get it off. Just kinda laying there feebly working at it.]

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

[This is quite a pathetic display. Maybe she should have opened the bottle before handing it over, but then again, the Zombie Captain was currently distracted. She decides to stand and watch to see what it does. It can talk, maybe it can do other things?]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Grunts at the bottle in frustration. Rolls over and begins to flail with the bottle at the ground, attempting to break it open.]

Eeerrgghhhh!

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

[Amusing, but predictable: the undead truly know nothing but violence. As the zombie Captain is struggling, Viktoria ducks back into the house and retrieves another bottle. She gingerly places the second, opened beer on the ground and backs away.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a moment to notice the new, easier target. When he does, he discards the difficult one and stands up, shambling over to the open bottle.

Picking it up, He puts it to his open mouth and pours it down his throat. Some of it leaks out rotted holes in his neck, washing out bits of rotted flesh as well.]

[plantenough.livejournal.com]

[Maybe now it would leave her in peace. She's just going to go back to work, glancing over her shoulder occasionally.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[The Zombie will lay there with it's bottle and sleep.

It might be snoring, it might just be gurgling or going through the motions. Either way it made disgusting sounds and laid there at peace.]