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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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Kanda didn't know what the fuck was going on. He had simply been exploring the city for anything useful - food, winter materials, anything really - when he first saw them. He ducked between two buildings immediately. He peeked out, and watched as a group of zombies passed by down the street.

Kanda's immediate thought was that these were not zombies, but Akuma sent by the Earl. Yet, these did not feel like Akuma at all. While there was bloodlust, it wasn't... It was just different, compared to what he felt while fighting against Akuma. Dammit, he wished Marie was here to confirm his suspicions.

Too many living. The lack of respect these beings had for his city.

Teutorix had shifted to a tangible form as he slipped behind some long haired girl. Though, on further inspection, he noted it was a male. Even better.

The disfigured man stood behind Kanda, his "breathing" gravely and strained. No need to breathe, just a habit.

Kanda's eyes widened before he immediately stepped out of the alley and spun around, Mugen withdrawn and pointed at the culprit. He stopped, briefly, when he saw exactly who - or more accurately, what - it was behind him. It... looked like one of the zombies, but at the same time didn't. Hell, it didn't even give off the same kind of energy either.

"Who the hell are you?"

A sword? So boring. Where was this boy from... The dark ages? Teutorix's good eye rolled in it's socket to get a better look at the living in front of him. Such language.

"..Get... Out... My city..." His voice was just as gravely as his breathing, shreds of skin on his cheek flapping as he spoke.

"Trust me, if I knew how to do that, I would." Kanda held the sword tight in his hand, his fingers on his free hands twitching just slightly in anticipation. He couldn't activate his Innocence just yet; he couldn't let anyone know he was an Exorcist - thank god for the cloak - in case there were Noah here.

"Answer the question, or I'll cut you."

"Cannot... Hurt..." Teutorix started to fade before Kanda to prove his point that he was unable to be harmed. He was mastered this trick far better then his pet had. She was just a child though. "Master... I am."

"Tch." Kanda cast a quick glance to the zombies that he had seen pass by just moments ago before returning his attention to Teutorix.

"What's the point in all of this."