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Wanda Maximoff ([personal profile] scarlet_discord) wrote in [community profile] genessia2013-12-07 10:31 am

[Video] [Action] Something's Stinky in Everglade

 [Heavy breathing. The scene is a bit shakycam--of a rooftop in Everglade. Multiple screams keep erupting in the background.]

This is Wanda Maximoff. I'm on a rooftop in Everglade near the river and we've got zombies. Big goddamn zombies. They're coming out of the dead area. [The camera shifts to focus in on one of the things--twelve feet tall, massively muscled, and lumbering along at an alarmingly fast clip. She zooms to take in the street signs nearest it.]

[These things are tougher than regular zombies by a lot. Fire won't work fast enough unless there is a lot of it. They don't get pinned down easily and blunt instruments are useless unless you smash a whole car into their heads or something. [Her voice is mostly calm but there's a tiny shake down at the bottom of it.]  Decapitation, destroying the brain stem, total destruction. Their necks are protected by a lot of muscle and their skulls are way thicker than a human's. But they can die, and if we don't get them all--

[A pause as a low, rumbling roar sounds below, coupled with a human scream. Wanda runs over to the edge, looks down, and gestures. There's a tremendous flash of blue light, followed by a heavy thud. The human screaming dwindles into the distance as the hysterical survivor gets away. She looks back up at the camera.]

There is no way I can get all of them before they start eating people.
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[personal profile] nolongerhollow 2013-12-08 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, now, what is this then? [Dracula growls in massive irritation as one of the stinking things tries to pluck him out of his freshly broken window. (Thanks, Paperboy.) He lets it pull him out, then darts out of its grip, skitters up its arm and starts viciously slashing at its face. The massive zombie staggers back, then starts trying to bite. He switches around to the back of its neck, trying to carve his way through its braincase with his claws, but it's slow going and very stinky. He's nearly grabbed again, and has to dart into the air to avoid flailing hands.]

Damn! What I need is a weapon. [He strokes his chin as he floats just out of the leaping, flailing thing's reach.] A very big sword. Or... [He peers around, and his gaze falls on a classic cast iron picket fence across the street.]

...spears.

[He grins slowly, and zips downward, landing on the pavement next to the fence. Seizing one of the pickets, he tears it from its moorings with a screech of metal as the thing bears down on him.]

Come on, Cacat! I have a present for you!