[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

[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.]

[evilhandissues]

[He moves to the opposite side] Ready? One - two -

[An arm is reaching through the door]

[onsilksheets]

[Upon seeing the arm, Bela hits it with the pipe she had, causing it to fall to the ground with a squelching sound. Then she returns to the closet and pushes.]

Three!

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey shoves the closet towards the door, moving his feet so that he doesn't get caught. Barricaded behind the wood the creatures shuffle and groan before there's a scream outside - a distant scream and Lindsey steps away.

The creatures can still be heard. Scratching. Rumbling...]

...Just wait until it's over? Or is there another way out?

[onsilksheets]

Search for another way first then we'll work something out as an escape plan. [They might have to fight their way out of this but they will come to that whenever it happens.]

We'll be all right.

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey grins at her, his expression amused. Happy.]

...I'm having fun.

[There's the hint of unease.]

[onsilksheets]

You need to get out more.

[She's clearly teasing him but humour seems to help her in some way.]

What's your name?

[evilhandissues]

Maybe you need to re-identify with fun. [The zombies continue to make noise behind the closet. Lindsey grins.] I never got to run for my life before. It's kind of exhilarating.

[beat. Then, he offers her his hand. There's a very faint scar on his wrist.]

Lindsey McDonald.

[onsilksheets]

Except that we're not doing much running at the moment. [She could easily find other exhilarating things to do.

Bela took the offered hand and shakes it, glancing at the scar before looking back at him.]

Nice to meet you, Lindsey. My name is Bela. Bela Talbot.

[evilhandissues]

You must do a lot of running. [Lindsey was that a flirty remark? He looks away.]

Bela.

What do you do?

[onsilksheets]

A little now and again. [Flirting in the midst of a zombie attack. Stranger things have happened.]

Didn't we cover that already? [Not entirely sure if they did or not.] I'm a professional thief for hire.

[evilhandissues]

You're good at it. which explains why you'd do that. And I asked that didn't I-

[He gets no further as the closet shudders]

What's the layout of these rooms?

[onsilksheets]

[Definitely not a good sound as far as Bela was concerned.]

There's probably another door around here somewhere. This room isn't familiar to me.

[She crosses to the opposite side of the room, carefully checking every inch of it for another door. Even a window.]

[evilhandissues]

[There's a window that Lindsey spots - off in the corner] Out the window?

Are we on the first or second floor? I can never tell with this place.

[onsilksheets]

It may be our only option.

[Because they didn't have many currently.]

First I think. If it's high we'll need to find something to climb down with.

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey begins ripping sheets off the bed.]

Once I thought I'd actually escape my trailer when I was a kid. And I practiced making ladders like this.

[He's doing a good job of ripping and tying the sheets together]