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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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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.