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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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They saw him. They groaned, and started slowly toward Nathan, aiming to surround him. Their goal was obvious by the way they fanned out. Even if you hit them, they would still come.

Nathan gulped. Uh-oh, that was a boatload of zombies.

Oh well, more to kill then. Aiming for the one closest to him, he whacked it along side its head and grinned when it bounced down the street like a ball. He did the same for the one that was right after that to give him some time to make some distance, which he did, jumping onto a pile of supposedly stable debris.

While they may have lost their heads, it didn't stop them from their prey. With their heads down the street, how do you propose to stop them, Nathan? Sorry, but your video game knowledge was pretty much nulled here.

This was real life, after all. And in this life, these zombies wanted nothing but revenge.

"Awesome," he exclaimed, grinning with the grin only someone who really didn't care about his personal safety or the consequences of his actions could. Smacking another one that got to close right on the legs, he hoped that would stop them. Couldn't really walk if the said legs didn't function, now could you?

Jumping the debris piles, he wondered how many there would be and for how long they'd follow. He dealt with a Norwegian lake troll, so how hard could zombies who didn't follow the head rule be?