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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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eee Zombies~! :D

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He'd sensed something strange for a while now, ever since that body had appeared in his room. Something was wrong, and Riku couldn't put his finger on it. It was driving him insane, really. Making him on edge, jittery, and he knew if he met anyone in the halls or spoke to anyone over the PDA, he'd end up snapping at them. Which was why he'd steered clear of all that recently, why he'd holed himself up in a room with a dead body - covered respectfully by the sheet from his bed - until he heard the ruckus die down from the other rooms. Only then did he push himself to his feet and take up the blanket-wrapped bundle. Sure, it had started to smell, but it was nothing compared to the overwhelming stench of Darkness. The stench that had done nothing but grow as the night wore on, as day broke.

The actual carrying of the body was uneventful. He met no one in the halls - he was sure to avoid any incoming signatures of light or darkness - and managed to find a patch of relatively loose dirt before summoning his weapon (well, a chair first, he wasn't exactly concentrating all that well) and setting at the dirt.

The actual burial took nearly an hour, what with digging and burying, and he had to abandon his coat and vest halfway through, leaving him in jeans and a vest, sweating despite the cool of the day. After all, the less he had to be out and exposed, the better. The Darkness was still making him twitchy, keeping him distracted as he leaned against Souleater next to the mound of dirt, pushing up his blindfold so it lay across his forehead as he wiped and rubbed at his eyes. And it was then... that something shifted.

It was almost as if something in the very air changed, or if some sort of electrical shock had suddenly run up Riku's back. But either way, he was freezing completely and totally, his hand falling to the hilt of his weapon, fingers slowly wrapping around it as gold seeped into his eyes - an automatic defense mechanism. His breath was shallow but silent, his body barely moving even with each intake of breath. Something had happened, something was coming. He could tell that much, could smell it, sense it.

And then, not even a full thirty seconds later, he could see it.

"What the-"

[niteo_npc]

It was in a group of three that they came. When they spotted Riku - without actually spotting him - their destination was set. Although they were slow (they were the undead after all), they made their way toward him.

Sorry Riku, but now that they had their sights on you, they weren't going to let you go.

You were theirs.