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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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Slow they may be, they still chased. They were determined to catch this prey. It made the meal just that much sweeter that he was defenseless, it seemed.

Dammit, he was not going to be defenseless. Grabbing onto a piece of wood and pulling, he found that it was probably once a board to a fence or something similar. It would work. Taking a whack at the nearest zombie, he quickly figured that it wasn't the best weapon to use given how it broke in half and only made one zombie fall.

Even then, it still kind of crawled towards him.

Climbing onto a pile of debris, he reached for a window of a building it was sitting next to. That might have something, if not some more defense!

The mob followed. They clumsily climbed onto the pile of debris, and where others fell, more just walked right on over. Corpses were easier to walk on than dozens of miscellaneous things.

"Fuck!" he yelled. Making a jump, he kicked at a box and watched the debris pile for a second before pulling himself into the office building and snapping the window shut. If he wanted to get out of here and not get caught between zombies from all sides, he had to think smart and fast.

Obviously, finding an exit where they weren't swarming was the only option. Going up would just lead to an early end at being bitten or having to jump off.