[OPEN]

[onsilksheets]

Who: Bela Talbot and YOU!
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
When: During the whole of Zombie event.
Rating: R to be on the safe side.
Summary: A catch all for the event with those I planned with and also anyone who wants to jump in! Comment into what day you want and I post a starter if you need me to. Just PM me or drop a private plurk @marymoo :)
Action tags are a-okay as well!

The Story:

One of the things that Bela learned after a few hours was that loud noises seemed to attract the zombies or 'biters' or 'walkers'... whatever Daryl had called them. Therefore, she decided that she would only use her handgun in an emergency. As it happened, she had armed herself with a knife or two and a pipe, perfect for jamming straight into a zombie's brain, disgusting as it was. Didn't really seem to matter when it was her life at stake.

She also gathered whatever food supplies she could and they were meager so Bela had to make them last. Finding fresh water may be a problem. There were a few bottles stored away in the bag she had but how long would that last? Bela wasn't used to this sort of thing and the lack of sleep didn't make anything better. If she looked in a mirror, she'd probably die of shock. Even in the midst of a zombie invasion, Bela was still a little bit vain.

Staying alive was still her number one priority though.

Comments

[onsilksheets]

"My gun came with me when I first arrived and the knife was just lying on the ground so I took it." It didn't seem to belong to anyone so why not?

The sudden noise grabs Bela's attention as she looks over to him. "I think that would be wise, yeah. Before we get overwhelmed."

[evilhandissues]

Where do we go. [his hands flex. God he wishes he had a gun. That he has some familiarity with.]

[onsilksheets]

Somewhere that isn't here. [she watches him for a moment then looks around. ] Maybe we can find you a weapon on the way there.

[evilhandissues]

...I'd appreciate it. Something about trying to hit these guys strikes me as a bad idea. I mean, granted I could take um' in a fight if I had to.

[Lindsey no you couldn't. He's trying to brag.]

...Where's a safe place? Someone you know have a room nearby?

[onsilksheets]

Probably not. If you want them to stay dead, you need one clear shot to the brain. Failing that, a knife to the head works wonders. Or any object with a pointed end.

[Calling him out on that brag. It helps that she got advice from an expert.]

I haven't seen anyone else around for a while now. We'll just have to check each room until we find somewhere. Unless you know someone.

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey doesn't hesitate, he picks a door and tugs on it before aiming a well placed kick at the wood above the knob.

He retracts the foot instantly with a startled yelp.]

[onsilksheets]

[While he was busy trying to play hero and kick the door down, Bela was checking other doors, trying to open them by using the door handle instead of her foot.

The sound he makes catches her attention and she looks over to him.]

I hope you didn't break your foot.

[evilhandissues]

Nope. [Lindsey rubs at his ankle, hopping before he frowns] I don't suppose you could give me a hand here.

[onsilksheets]

Should have asked that before trying to kick it. [She comes over to him, glancing down at the door to see if there was a lock she could pick. Bela reaches into her pocket to take out the kit she had, fiddling at it until she heard the tumblers click, opening the door.] There.

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey just glares at her, rubbing his ankle] I'm fine. No really thanks for the concern.

[The room for the moment is empty] Where'd you learn how to do that?

[onsilksheets]

[The glare doesn't phase her in the slightest, letting it roll off her back.]

I'm a professional thief for hire back home. Comes with the territory.

[evilhandissues]

...We're sort of in the same business.

[He begins rummaging through the empty room, tugging on the closet to no avail]

I was a defense attorney.

[onsilksheets]

Lawyer, hm? Suppose I should be careful around you then.

[Bela smirks a little, scoping out the other side of the room for anything that may be of use to them.]

Need help with that?

[evilhandissues]

The closet's not opening. I was looking for a weapon. [He steps back]

I promise to play nice.

[onsilksheets]

Can you stick to that promise, sweetie?

[Bela asks as she walks towards the closet, working at it intently.]

[evilhandissues]

Trust me. you're not the enemy. I know who the enemy here is.

[onsilksheets]

As do I. For now, you're the only thing I've got to back me up so we should play nice with each other.

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey blinks at that]

...I can cast spells that will shield you.

[It's said awkwardly, almost like he's embarrassed about it.]

[onsilksheets]

Seriously? [An eyebrow goes up.] It mightn't even work. The mansion may interfere.

[evilhandissues]

...It interferes with magic? [his eyes go wide] ...Even herbal spells?

[There's a slow rythmic thudding outside the door]

[onsilksheets]

Perhaps not herbal spells but I can't say for certain.

[Not liking that sound one bit. She steels herself up for a fight.]

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey is about to respond when the door splinters - there are gray and decaying faces beyond. A hand begins to pry at the door - heedless of the fingers it might waste. Lindsey reaches for something - anything - coming up with a lamp before aiming it at the fingers and smashing them.]

....How many bullets you got?!

[onsilksheets]

Half a dozen maybe. I'm not sure. [She looks around quickly.]

We can find something to put against the door. Give us time to find a way out. God knows how many of those things are outside.

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey considers this, the pounding becoming louder, the moans growing in intensity. Attacking zombies.]

...I never thought I would miss work.

[He begins to rummage through the closet before coming up with...nothing. Just a few hangers.]

...Any ideas?

[onsilksheets]

The closet maybe? [She gives him a 'well duh' look before grabbing one end of the closet.] Come on, then. Help me with this.

[Otherwise they would both be dead.]