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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.

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

...I'm having fun.

[There's the hint of unease.]

You need to get out more.

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

What's your name?

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.

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.

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

Bela.

What do you do?

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.

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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?

[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.]

[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.

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.

[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]

I think you can believe a lot of things when you're younger.

[A trailer? From that to a lawyer. Interesting path to take.]

Still, we're lucky that you did practice. Need me to help?

...You're a better shot then I am. [Lindsey continues to work quickly, hands deft.] Cover us.

[The rope's getting longer and longer]

...How many feet do you think til the grasS?

Not exactly sure about that.

[The noise at the door gets louder with each passing second.]

Just keep on adding more to the rope until you've got nothing else to add to it.

[He continues to braid.]

Feel free to be impressed at any time now.

Get us out of here and then I will be impressed.

[With that he's out of sheets. It's all braided together into a reasonably sturdy rope.

Surprisingly.]

You all right?

As all right as one can be when they're under siege from the undead.

[Bela walks over to him, taking a hold of the rope.]

Come on. The sooner we do this, the better.

[Lindsey ties off the rope with a shrug before he drops it...There's a good two to three feet from the end. They'll have to drop onto the lawn.]

I'm going first.

By all means.

[She gestures forward with a hand, then glances behind her to check the door. The barricade was still holding for now.]

[swinging over the window, he starts moving down the sheet. If it can hold him, it ought to hold her easy - never mind how the rope is apparently fraying slightly, ever so lightly where it's tied to the bed post.

Finally he lets himself drop, landing on the ground with a loud whump]

Drop's a little longer then I thought. Come down and I'll catch you!

What makes you think I can't land on the ground myself?

[She doesn't waste any time in going to the window and taking a hold of the makeshift rope, shimmying down it until she reaches the end of it. Bela glances at the ground over her shoulder to assess the drop, realising that he was probably right.]

Just give me a moment.

I'll catch you!

[He inhales] I know trust is probably a bad idea in a place like this but let's suspend mutual disbelief for five minutes. [He is completely and utterly sincere]

I honestly would never hurt or take advantage of a woman. Especially one I'm fleeing for my life with.

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I don't have much of a choice. [She only has his word at the moment but he did help her not so long ago.] Trust is hard to come by these days.

[Bela lets go of the rope, preparing to land on the ground in case he wasn't successful in catching her like he said he would.]

[He braces himself, ready to catch her as best as he can. Having never done this before there's a chance he might not succeed.]

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