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Characters: Zombies
When: November 1st - 7th
Where: Nesreca
Rating: R
Summary: They're baaaaack~ And they're not happy. At all. Prepare to defend yourselves or be eaten.
Everyone had been murdered. Men. Women. Children. Elderly. There was no bias. Their bodies were given burial, but then those people, too, were slain. They were left to rot. Souls were left behind, clung to what they could - unfinished business that was going to see its end, where they died, their home, anything.
And they were content, vaguely, because their resting place - despite the violent way they went - was eventually left undisturbed. Years, decades passed. They slept.
But then, people started showing up. Haunting them - screaming at them - didn't do anything. Overrunning Nesreca with each of the dead, as ghosts, didn't work. Now...what would? But wait. They were... They were given life, once more. As temporary as it may be, life was life. They could breath, they could move, they could... well, talking wasn't part of the deal.
Undead they may be, but dammit they were back. And they will make these people pay.
When: November 1st - 7th
Where: Nesreca
Rating: R
Summary: They're baaaaack~ And they're not happy. At all. Prepare to defend yourselves or be eaten.
Everyone had been murdered. Men. Women. Children. Elderly. There was no bias. Their bodies were given burial, but then those people, too, were slain. They were left to rot. Souls were left behind, clung to what they could - unfinished business that was going to see its end, where they died, their home, anything.
And they were content, vaguely, because their resting place - despite the violent way they went - was eventually left undisturbed. Years, decades passed. They slept.
But then, people started showing up. Haunting them - screaming at them - didn't do anything. Overrunning Nesreca with each of the dead, as ghosts, didn't work. Now...what would? But wait. They were... They were given life, once more. As temporary as it may be, life was life. They could breath, they could move, they could... well, talking wasn't part of the deal.
Undead they may be, but dammit they were back. And they will make these people pay.
Sorry this is late >:
They weren't going to stop there, either. They were hungry, after all.
<3 heehee it's okay <3
He ran forward, tossing his Keyblade at the nearest one, catching it as it swung back around. They definitely weren't Heartless. Did he still have his magic? One way to find out.
He held his Keyblade in front of him, "Fire!" A small crimson ball appeared at the tip, shooting into the middle of the crowd. Sora moved to the side, making sure they were focused on him before running. There were too many to fight here. He had to lead them away.
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You could try all the magic you wanted, Sora. They weren't going down so easily. No when there was just...so much hate.
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He couldn't keep using magic. There were too many to fight that way, and it didn't seem like his magic did must to stop them anyway. If Donald were here... He shook his head. As far as he knew, he was on his own.
Taking a step back, he switched out his Oathkeeper chain with his Ultima chain. "Let's go!" He dropped down, charging forward and attacked the ones at the front of the mob.
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Once he was close enough, the zombies reached out to grab him. They didn't make any move to dodge; they wouldn't make it in time anyway. So they just met him head-on. You had better be quick on your feet, Sora, because as soon as you're near them they're going to try and surround you as well.
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He ducked down, launching himself at the zombies, striking at their legs. He jumped back again before they could fall on top of him. If they thought they were going to wear him out, it'd take more than this. He'd faced a thousand Heartless at once. He could handle this. He hoped.
He moved back again, lifting his Keyblade into the air, "Thunder!" Bolts of lightning sparked out of the blade, shooting down at the zombies. They were trying to close in on him...and since he ran away from the apartments, it wasn't like anyone was going to know he was out. Way to go, Sora.
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They had one where they wanted, even if he was a busy bee.
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They were getting too close and not going down quickly enough. He turned around quickly, running again. There wasn't really anywhere to go, he just needed to gain some ground. He skidded to a halt, turning around and tossing his Keyblade, sending it spinning at the zombies again, knocking one at the neck. It went flying through, swinging back around as he called it back.
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Especially when they continue to close in.
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There wasn't anyone around that he could see and he didn't want to lead them back to the apartments. But at least if they were headless, they couldn't be able to see or hear people, right? So how did they know where he was?
He wasn't going to go down without a fight anyway.
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The headless ones still came at him. Even without eyes or ears, they still knew where he was. "What do you want!?"
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Within the next 90 seconds, certainly, they would have him.
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He grasped his Keyblade in both hands, gritting his teeth and raising it up, "Gravity!" A blackish-purple orb appeared around the nearest group, tightening around them and pressing them down hard into the ground. He turned on his heel, running through the broken town again, stumbling and tripping over junk lying about in the street. He picked himself up quickly, running more. He just needed time to figure out a plan.
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The rest of the zombies, however... Well. They still chased. Though, fortunately for Sora, they were slow as ever. As fast as the boy ran, it would give him time to think. More than enough time, actually. He had better hope, though, that he didn't let himself get caught by another mob of the undead.
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He wanted to ruffle his hair out of frustration. He couldn't think of anything. Cutting off their heads couldn't stop them, freezing them turning them into zombie-sicles (nasty), and setting them on fire just make things worse. He didn't have a whole arsenal of magic that he could just keep throwing new things at them. He'd run out of ideas.
Where they any other zombies in town? How could there be more? How many people died...? Why did they want them out? It's just like they asked to be here in the first place. But he certainly wasn't going to lie down and die for them.
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The zombies were all of the city. Moaning, groaning, and looking for a victim to harm. They lived in a prosperous city and were victims of a horrible, brutal crime. Why wouldn't they want revenge against those that violated their home?
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He tried to search his brain for zombie knowledge again. He'd cut off their heads but they still moved. Wasn't that how the people in movies always stopped the zombies? Then again, this wasn't a movie. Maybe he was dreaming? But it all seemed too real to be a dream.
Maybe they couldn't cross flowing water? No...that was vampires. Or was it? Pretty sure it was vampires. Could zombies swim?
He turned, cupping his hand over his mouth, "Hey! Can you swim!?"
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Maybe he could think of something on the way to the river. He lifted his Keyblade into the air, "Thunder!" As bolts shot out at the zombies, he turned, running again, making his way towards the river. He was still wearing the magical clothes from the fairies, maybe it would change his body like before.
Probably not.
He ran faster, trying to put as much distance between then while still keeping the zombies in sight. He reached the edge of the river and banished his Keyblade, stepping up to the sore and hesitating again. "Think, Sora, think. Argh! I can't think of anything!" He looked back over his shoulder to see how close the zombies were.
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Preferably with the head still attached.
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He blinked, looking up. Would that work? They'd shatter right? They had to shatter. It wouldn't kill him to try, besides, the other option was jumping into the river and that wasn't appealing. He fumbled in his pocket for his Ether, just to make sure it was there. "Let's go."
He ran forward, summoning his Keyblade and aiming for the zombies and firing off a couple of Blizzard spells before throwing his Keyblade at them.