Event Log: Dead Men Walking

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Men Walking event!
Where: All around the city
When: September 14th-September 20th
Warnings: Zombies. Walkers. The Infected. Zeds. The undead. Risen.

Everything seems more or less normal in Hadriel on the 14th - at least at first. But wait, who's that over there? Why are they walking so weird? Are they feeling okay? Wow, did they just try to bite you? Oh shit, you might've seen a movie like this before. That was definitely a zombie.

But hey, it's no big deal. A few zombies here and there are pretty easy to avoid, especially when you can outrun them without too much trouble. They're only really dangerous if they're fast or if there are a lot of them, and they sure aren't fast! Only - well, before long, there are a lot of them. You can hardly go outside without running into one, and mobs form quickly. Went out for supplies? Let's hope they didn't follow you - you might get stuck in that shop, mobile corpses pounding on the door. Oh, and don't stand too close to the windows of your house. They'll be more than happy to smash the glass trying to get you.

Don't worry, though! A hard blow to the head will take these zombies out, and you'll be sitting pretty, as long as none of them bite you. None of them bit you... right? Wow, what a relief. We're all glad you're not concealing a life-threatening zombie bite from your friends! Who would do that, anyway? Now if you can manage that until the 20th, you'll be safe and sound as the zombies shamble out of the city. Hopefully you won't be shambling with them.

► This log covers September 14th-September 20th.
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Firo Prochainezo | ota, any format

[foundafamily]

[A. September 14-15]

The monsters here are pretty different from the thugs and gangsters Firo’s used to scrapping with back home. They’re less predictable, less provoked by trash talk, and sometimes they have better weapons. Over time, he’s learned how to deal with a lot of them.

Any random passerby could probably tell right away, though, that he doesn’t have a damn clue about how to fight a zombie.

He’s squaring off with one on one of the sidestreets. Firo socks it in the face dangerously close to its mouth. He narrowly avoids its teeth grazing his knuckles, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His foot slams into its rotten leg, and, as it falls, he kicks it in the head. That seems to slow it down, but its mouth is still snapping at the air.

He nudges the fallen zombie with the toe of his shoe. “The hell is this thing?”

[B. Any time, anywhere]

As he tends to do in times of great weirdness, Firo's making a circuit of the town to look for his friends. The bar and the armory are his first stops, and then he continues on to the temples. He hasn't yet bothered to get rid of the zombie goop on his hands and clothes, but he'll enthusiastically greet anyone he recognizes.

B: 16th-ish

[infinite1up]

Rounding a corner, there's definitely one recognizable smiling face out and about. Sato is in the middle of being mobbed by a handful of zombies and, as far as anyone can tell from his expression... seems to be genuinely enjoying himself. He kicks one back, but as he turns to bury the machete in the next one's head, a third lunges for him and sinks its teeth into his upper arm, while another that he'd kicked down earlier grabs a leg and starts tearing at a pant leg, eager to rip into flesh.

Catching sight of the movement out of the corner of his eye, he turns his head long enough to see how many more he's picked up and... oh. It's just Firo.

Unfortunately, with a couple of them still latched on he really doesn't have hand free to wave. "Good afternoon!" he calls out happily, starting to hack at the one on his arm.

[foundafamily]

Firo knows he shouldn't be surprised. He knows this, but still he stops in his tracks and stares in disbelief.

"You call this a good afternoon?!" Considering this is the guy who was okay with letting himself be butchered... maybe he does.

Still, Firo figures he should do something. Knife drawn, he marches over to Sato 'n pals and plunges his blade into the neck of the nearest zombie. It's not a fan of that and starts trying to chomp on him instead. Great.

"I don't know if this is your idea of fun, but it's not gonna be fun for me to watch you get torn apart."

[infinite1up]

"Oh, these fellows aren't a big deal," Sato says merrily. "Don't tell me that you've been having issues with them."

The one on his arm slides off by the time he's managed to hack through its skull, but the one on his leg in making a valiant attempt to just chew straight through his leg. At least it's an easier angle to decapitate that one. That just leaves the last one crawling across the ground towards them.

Although technically he could pass over the axe still attached to his belt, instead Sato suggests, "Try through the eye, Firo. I think you'll find it works better." He goes to take a step for the one crawling along, but whoops, that last guy must have torn right through a couple tendons. Falling down to one knee, Sato smirks at the zombie crawling along towards him, raising the machete overhead and waiting. Come get some.

[foundafamily]

"No, I just--" Maybe a few issues. No way Firo's admitting that to anyone. No way he's admitting that to this guy, especially.

He clams up and wrenches the knife out to go through the eye instead. The zombie nips at his sleeve as he plunges it in, but soon it falls still. Firo yanks his weapon back with a frown, puzzled as to why that worked but hitting its spine didn't. He doesn't have time to dwell, though; he whirls back to face the rest of the action.

"Don't tell me these things are normal wherever you're from?"

As he watches Sato wait for his quarry--he can't fathom why the dumb thing keeps going for the man--Firo gets what is probably a bad idea. But he's curious, so he walks up to the crawling zombie and kicks at its side to see if it'll change trajectory from Sato. How's the guy going to react if it looks like someone's messing with his kill?

No harm in messing around a bit if they're both immortal?

[ooc: Let me know if this isn't okay and I'll edit!]

17th.

[circumitus]

The bar. Probably one of the most common meeting places for these two, despite the fact that they live so close from each other.

One would think that when all hell breaks loose, they would prioritize survival over booze. That's when you're expecting all things to be logical and make sense, and since when has that ever been a thing when Rey walks into a room?

It certainly doesn't make sense for her to take a detour to Delight's bar rather than straight into a shower in this very moment. The door opens, and the pungent stench of death soon follows, along with the wet, red-splattered footsteps she leaves trailing behind her before plopping herself on the barstool. Blood still drips from her stained mahogany hair, down her chin, and off her clothes. It's more like she's walked in on a rainy day than a killing spree.

As casual as one can be while covered in blood, guts, and gore, Rey calmly reaches for an empty glass and bottle and proceeds to pour herself a drink, almost as though she doesn't even realize that Firo is there.

She does acknowledge him, though. She just doesn't care what anyone thinks. When you've spent the last few days fighting rather than sleeping, it's easy not to give a shit.

I love this already

[foundafamily]

Firo looks up when the door opens, both to make sure it's not a very smart zombie and to see if it's anyone he knows. It's the latter! But she doesn't get the beaming smile she normally would, because he's too busy staring blankly.

Firo, at least, had the courtesy to fight minimal zombies on his way here. He even washed his hands before getting his drink, so the only grime from his struggle is some around his sleeves and pants. And a little on his cheek that he hasn't noticed, too.

The point is that when he came in, he, like a normal person, didn't slosh in a few gallons of blood with him. He wonders if Rey even notices. He narrows his eyes at her over his glass.

Sarcastically, "Did you at least wipe your feet at the door?"

Yep, he's judging you, Rey.

rey is the rudest.

[circumitus]

Too bad Rey doesn't give two flying tosses about what Firo thinks of her, or her lack of concern towards the bloody mess traced all the way to the bar area.

The adrenaline is barely winding down when she lifts her bourbon-filled glass and drinks. Half of that is quickly consumed by the time she acknowledges Firo and his query.

"Who cares about that?"

Not Rey. And definitely not when the city is already crawling with dead people trying to eat living people. She can't help but feel like this has happened before.

[foundafamily]

Firo sighs. "Are you kiddin' me? Probably everybody who walks in here is gonna care!"

Everybody has the same priorities as Firo. Or they should.

He leans back on his bar stool, shaking his head as he takes a long drink. "I'd never let my place back home get this dirty. Same for Alveare."

Even when they had to take care of people in there, they were always tidy about it. That's why Firo, ever considerate, often chooses to choke people to within an inch of their life. Hardly any mess to distract the customers.

15thish

[tongueamok]

While Firo is fighting the zombies, Carlisle is doing the exact opposite as he tries to squeeze through a cluster of them to reach the door of one of the stores.

"Sorry," he utters quietly, stepping on one's toe as he sidles past; the zombie doesn't even seem to notice. He gently nudges a second out of the way with his elbow; it briefly looks in his direction, only to get distracted by another one of its lifeless kin. "Pardon, I'm, um. Just trying to get through."

He knows they can't hear him, of course, or rather they can hear him, but are not longer capable of understanding what he's saying. Living in Bear Den and being a Longinmouth means he's no stranger to undeads and their ilk, as the region has been plagued by the occasional whims of a local necromancer for decades. While being twice-cursed has mostly been a detriment to his life, Carlisle is blessed with one gift that has come in handy over the years: near invisibility when it comes to the mindless, shambling horde. He's never asked why that is -- he has his assumptions -- but he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

So he uses it to his advantage, sliding through the crowd unnoticed; however, there are too many of them blocking the door for him to get to it. With a sigh, he steps back out from the mob, his gaze just happening to land on Firo down the nearby alley. Correction: on Firo and the chomping undead he's nudging with his foot.

Carlisle will be surprised at his speedy reaction later. He takes off toward Firo in an instant, calling to him with his usual fear behind his voice -- it's not on account of the undead, but because of what that undead could do to the living if given the opportunity.

"Mr. Prochainezo! Stop! Stop stop stop stop! Don't let it bite you!"

[foundafamily]

Firo's startled into looking away from his victim when he hears Carlisle's voice. He frowns and looks back to the zombie. "What the hell're you talkin' about? I've got it under control!"

Sort of. He gives it another kick, and that definitely should have at least knocked it unconscious. But still it reaches for him, this time grabbing his ankle.

This offends Firo, and he growls as he wrenches free to step on its hand. That'll show it! While it's pulling itself forward, Firo plants his shoe on its face again to hold it back. He glances at Carlisle. "You shouldn't make so much noise--you're gonna get 'em on your tail."

[tongueamok]

"And you're going to get bitten if you keep tormenting it like that," Carlisle chides as he reaches Firo's side. "Just put it out of its misery, desth."

The rabble from the storefront looks their way at the sound of his voice, a couple of them breaking off and slowly heading in their direction, so sure that they smell fresh flesh in the air.

Much as they ignored Carlisle, he mostly ignores the incoming pair as they meander over, gingerly putting his hand to the back of the undead on the ground. It only takes a second of channeling to see the results of what he's doing: the zombie lets out a raspy howl as it dries up from the inside out, its rotten flesh cracking and breaking apart like an old, clay pot. What's left of the creature disintegrates beneath the clergyman's hand, leaving not much more than ashes and dried bones behind.

[foundafamily]

Firo growls and his shoulders bunch together. Sure, he has no idea what he's doing, but he doesn't like being lectured. "Are you kiddin' me? If this thing was a normal guy, it'd definitely be dead by now!"

He trades sulking for wonder as Carlisle takes care of the zombie--Firo doesn't even have a word for it. The sound almost reminds him of the ones he's heard from immortals in the process of being eaten. He tries to brush that thought aside.

"How the hell'd you do that?"

It must be some sort of trick. Maybe he planted this zombie here, even. Firo jerks his chin to the two approaching zombies. "Do those ones too."

A.

[heartintheflames]

Rin's cringing at all of the Undead walking around. At home, these breeds were bad news. Well, for just about anybody except him. Being the son of Satan does manage to have some benefits. But... he also doesn't know what these are capable of, since he's not home. He'd rather not find out, so he's dodging most of them, and attacking where he has to. It's getting pretty difficult not to use his sword. He might not have a choice here, pretty soon.

Then he spies someone not to far in his own fray with the zombies. While the guy's fearlessness is commendable, he doesn't think prodding at it with your foot is a good idea.

"Hey!" He jumps over a zombie and rushes toward Firo. "Get away from that thing! You don't know what it could do!"

He moves to grab Firo's shoulder and yank him back from it.

"Seriously, what are you doing? Come on!"

[foundafamily]

Doesn't know what it could do? That's an entirely accurate statement, and Firo sees no way to argue with it, so he's just going to ignore it.

He jumps and whirls around when his shoulder's grabbed. The move succeeds in getting him off the zombie as he stumbles back a pace, glaring at this newcomer. "Back off! I'm takin' care of this guy!"

The fallen zombie stretches out one arm to reach for them. Firo kicks out at it, getting his ankle grabbed for his troubles.

[heartintheflames]

"Damnit, don't be stupid!"

Rin stomps on the arm of the monster, trying to pull Firo away from it.

"If you get hurt, what are you going to do then, huh?!" He shoots a glare at Firo, before glancing around them to keep check on any other Zombies that might think to come after them. He doesn't want to have to reveal his flames unless he has to. And he's going to try and get Firo to run away before that happens.

[foundafamily]

With that help, the zombie loses its grip. Firo steps out of range, but so far he's not offering Rin a thank you.

"Gettin' hurt in a fight isn't the end of the world, you know." What can this thing do to him? So far it's just been trying to bite him, which Firo has never found to be a very good way of hurting someone. It's mostly just annoying.

And then, because he's a little annoyed at being interrupted, he adds, "If you're so worried about it, maybe you should mind your own business."

a.

[bheidh]

The monsters are strange also to Leliana, though they seem to have a familiar predictability to them as demons do. It's the one thing that has helped her so far, with so few things familiar it has helped being able to still kill the monsters in the same ways, and know when they may attack.

It doesn't give her much information about what they are, though.

"I haven't seen them before."

But they can die. She didn't have any issue killing one with her bow earlier.

[foundafamily]

Firo looks up at the voice and is somewhat relieved to see he's being joined by a human who looks very much alive. And even if she also has no idea what's going on, it's something of a relief to know he's not the only one. His smile is grim. "You and me both. They look like they just came out of Potter's Field."

The zombie flails with both arms, one going for him, the other reaching out towards this newcomer. Firo stomps down on the latter--that sounds like a wrist breaking if he's ever heard one, but this thing doesn't even seem to notice. "If you've got any bright ideas, now might be a good time to share 'em."

[bheidh]

"Making certain they're dead."

Though Leliana can concede that that's difficult. They don't respond to pain nor fall to any but the strongest of attacks. They can die but only with great effort extended. Very demon like.

She shoots an arrow to help, going for the head since the chest is already mangled (and blocked by his body). It's effective to both people and demons, even to these, and the thing finally stops moving.

"Have they been here before?"

[foundafamily]

He raises an eyebrow and steps out of the way so that the zombie can do its dying thing.

With the zombie taken care of, he wipes his knife off on his sleeve and takes a few steps closer to her. "I don't think so. I've never seen 'em in the coliseum or the caves. They must be something somebody cooked up just now. And I know we've got nothing like this where I'm from."

second day of the zombie apocalypse

[muscovy]

After learning how to slay zombies from Rey, Muscovy is heading home. He's covered in zombie carnage from head to toe, and carrying his daggers in his hands because he hasn't had any chance to clean them yet.

And he is smiling proudly.

He didn't expect to run into Firo outside of the house and lightens up further when he spots his big bro, hurrying towards the immortal.

[foundafamily]

The blood is the first thing he notices; the daggers are merely incidental. Knives alone would never be cause for concern, but blood? From this distance, there's no telling where that came from, and Firo immediately assumes the worse.

His face falls, and he rushes to close the gap between them, "Muscovy! The hell--?" He grabs for the kid's shoulders and drops to his knees to take a closer look for any injuries.

"What happened to you? Did they get you?"

[muscovy]

"I don't think they did."

He at least didn't notice any of them biting him, and he assumes that that is what Firo is referring to.

"M- Rey showed me how to kill them."

[foundafamily]

Firo looks up to meet Muscovy's eyes. "So it's theirs?"

He considers a moment. He hasn't found any wounds, Muscovy doesn't look or sound pained... He breathes out quietly in relief. Though he leaves one hand on Muscovy's shoulder, he smiles as he stands up.

"You really had me worried there."