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Characters: Zombies AND YOU!
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.

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Guess what, Sora? You've got a headless zombie coming after you too. You had better figure it out, or else there will end up being a whole horde of headless, and literally mindless, zombies after you.

Especially when they continue to close in.

This was getting ridiculous. Not even taking off their heads had done anything to stop them. It just made things worse. He was going to have nightmares for sure now. "Craaaap!" He yelled again. He was running out of ideas, other than hacking them up into pieces until they couldn't move but that would take forever. He was going to run out of energy before they did. He needed help.

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.

Oho, Sora you're in for a great big surprise. If you keep your eye on the headless one, you'd notice that it was still heading right for you.

Were they really not going to stop? There had to be a way to end it. They couldn't keep going on forever, could they? He took a step back. They probably could but he certainly couldn't.

The headless ones still came at him. Even without eyes or ears, they still knew where he was. "What do you want!?"

"Dea...th..." It was a chorus groan, all at once to answer Sora's demand. If they could get him against a wall, that would be even better. But as it stood they could only physically surround him, and as slow as they may be... they were getting closer to doing that.

Within the next 90 seconds, certainly, they would have him.

A chill ran down his spine. He was in trouble. He knew that for sure. This wasn't like fighting the Heartless at all. They just refused to go down without expending a lot of energy and there way too many to take them out one by one without passing out before they were all gone. What else could he do? He had to think. But not here. Certainly not here.

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.

The group of zombies that was held to the ground struggled, trying and failing to push themselves back onto their feet. However, unfortunately for Sora, it was just a small handful out of an entire city of zombies.

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.

Sora ran, trying to distance himself from the zombies while still keeping them in sight. He didn't know where to go. The apartments was the only safe place he could think of and he didn't want to bring them back there.

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.

Keep trying to think of things to do, Sora. You'll come up to the solution sooner or later.

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?

The sounds sent terrible chills down his spine and he stumbled, using his Keyblade to keep from tripping on his face. The zombies seemed to be able to talk...some. But all they wanted was to...kill him? Maybe they wanted him to...kill them? But they were already dead. He shook his head quickly. If he thought about it too hard his brain was going to pop.

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!?"

The zombies didn't say anything in response. They just kept on walking, moaning, trying to surround their prey... The only way that Sora would even find out was if he went into the cold river. But do you really want to do that, Sora?

Sora stopped, taking a step back and watching them. It was cold out of the water, it'd be worse in it but there wasn't anything else he could thing of at this point. They'd just keep going, they could probably outlast him. They weren't anything like monsters he'd faced in the past. But he hadn't been alone then.

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.

Don't forget Sora, these zombies were hella slow. They were still meters away. They hadn't lost their sight on their prey, however. But their lack in speed allowed practically everyone in this city time to think of a way to kill them.

Preferably with the head still attached.

Sora huffed, plopping down on the shore to think, folding his arms across his chest. Maybe he could blow them up. He would need a bomb. Maybe if he tried to freeze more of them and...

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.