Zombie Apocolypse! (Open to all!)

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Eric was no hero. He was just trying to survive as the living dead popped up out of nowhere, and if he encountered anyone who was struggling, he was more than happy to help them run for their very lives. So far, oddly enough, the only other "people" he had encountered were more interested in his brains than they were in being rescued. Right now, he was desperately hoping that one of them wasn't Max...that was, until he heard a feminine scream that sounded distinctly human.

The first thing he saw was Humperdinck while the resident psychotic jackhole emitted said scream while a zombie seemed to be lunging at...and that was when his blood froze. It was her...

Now, there was a part of his brain, however small (the boy was nauseatingly nice, after all) that was looking out for number one. That part of him was asking why should he help either one of them. It wasn't like anyone would miss Humperdickwad. He was renowned for being rude, demanding, sexist, pompous, and a generally unpleasant person to be around. The Florinese would probably give whatever zombie ate him a medal, and Nessa...Ursula...she was just as bad, if not worse. A murderess, an evil sea witch who had played with his heart in her mad quest for power.

It would've served them right if the zombie got them, was what this side of him was saying. It just so happened that Eric raced over anyway.

It was pure adrenaline that drove him when he leaped in front of Vanessa just as she begged her fiancé to kill it, the same adrenaline that drove him to pulling out Humperdinck's sword and beheading the zombie. Sword still in hand and without much time to spare, he grabbed Vanessa's hand and shouted, "Run!" before he dragged her. God, he never thought he'd be trying to save her after everything.

(Protector.)

[maxine]

Max didn’t understand what was going on. She didn’t know what zombies were and she was scared. She was just a scared little dog that didn’t know where her Master was. They had gotten separated. And now there were people trying to catch her or something and Max didn’t understand why. She just knew that something had happened to the squirrels and then the people and now everybody smelled like death. And she shouldn’t go near the people that smelled like death.

But she had to find Master! He could be lost or eaten or smell like death and Max needed to know. She needed to find him. Master was Max’s best friend. He was nice to Max and took care of her. And he taught her tricks and gave her bones and he comforted her when Max was sad and he liked to play. Max loved Master and she needed to find him! It was important! Max didn’t know what she would do without Master.

Max wandered the streets, lonely and sad and looking for Master while trying to stay away from the bad people. She didn’t know where he went or if he was okay. And she didn’t know what was going on. She whimpered pitifully and hung her head. Where was Master?

[beckyab10]

She should have known her screeching at him was useless. It was him. He was useless for doing anything that might help, well, anyone. Even himself. Which didn't explain why he was screaming. She was the one being attacked! Why should he be so afraid?

And that was when she saw it out of the corner of her eye. Eric....was, saving her? She blinked to see if she saw that right. Yep. That was Eric swinging a sword and cutting the thing's head off.

"WOAH!" but she followed him. She could only hope Humperdinck was behind her. She actually needed him if she was going to get her crown. She looked at Eric though. "What was that?"

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What in the name of Zeus' green earth had her (for all intents and purposes, though she felt nothing but resentment for the god) grandfather done?? This was the kind of thing you wouldn't even expect in the Underworld! Yet there was Nancy, cornered by a horde of the undead, some with, horribly enough, faces she saw in the hallways, going about their lives. It was enough to make her want to crumble to the ground and cry. However, that wasn't going to keep her alive and while her body's natural defenses were making her look like one of the zombies, that wasn't quite good enough for her. They would still smell her brains underneath the disguise, after all.

She was going to have to fight through being so thoroughly terrified and fight for her life. She had to think fast. What sort of creature would be the best for fighting zombies? The problem was that claws and teeth weren't going to do her very much good, unless she managed to aim perfectly, and she was certain that eating them would only infect her as well, so that ruled out anything large and prehistoric enough to swallow them. Really, without any manmade weapons on her, stabbing them seemed like the best solution...

Next thing she knew, she was staring down at the former humans...and at hooves attached to pearly white legs...Really, natural instincts? At a time like this, you turn me into...something with a very long, better than a knife horn on my forehead! Well, as silly as she probably looked right now, she had to charge ahead while those things were still confused by her sudden change.

In the end, she was trampling the bodies under her hooves, all the while trying to not think of how critically gross this was. Then she looked over her shoulder...no zombies coming...could she risk changing back? The girl's dorm had been swarming with even more zombies than this, for some reason, so the lack of zombies was almost more unsettling...wait a minute...

Now that she was concentrating less on the smell of death, she realized that there was another person around...that way! As she raced to the door, she switched back to her human self, and then went to knock on the door. "Hello?" she asked, eyes shifting across the hall, hoping that she and whoever was in there could get out of this alive...while also severely doubting it.

((Will try her best to survive and help others, shapeshifter))

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Oh god, there were footsteps. Like real footsteps. Oh god, where were his parents at a time like this?! Shouldn’t they be here with him? Or he should be with them? And all three of them could huddle somewhere, just holding onto each other, all of them terrified. Yes, Todd could live with that. But no, he was stuck alone in his dorm room and there was someone knocking on the door and calling out to him.

There was someone talking to him! Oh thank the lord and everything good! He was saved! Oh thank goodness he was saved. Todd sprang up from where he was sitting, grabbed Jake and raced for the door, pulling it open to find Nancy. And he was relieved to see that she was alive and not one of the living dead. “Oh thank goodness it’s you,” he cried, wrapping his arms around her in the biggest hug he could possibly manage. “There are zombies all over the place and I have no idea what’s going on, or where anyone is, and I thought I was going to die alone. And that’s a really scary thought, you know? But now you’re here. And Jake and I might be okay because we’re not alone anymore.”

Taking a breath and letting Nancy go he looked down the hall nervously. “Do you know any place that might be a little bit safer than here?”

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Dear God, she was screaming too…you know, under normal circumstances, Humperdinck would have taken pleasure in her terror, but the fact of the matter was that if he didn’t try to run off soon, he was going to be next! He wasn’t entirely sure of what that meant, but seeing as the thing was apparently unable to be killed, there was no possible way any good could come of sticking around.

“And just what do you suggest I do?” he snapped back at Vanessa. “That stupid thing stole my--!”

The next thing he knew, another figure jumped in front of Vanessa and before Humperdinck could even blink, that thing’s head was rolling on the floor…and its body crumpled to the ground. Almost like it was actually dead. He blinked a couple of times, trying to absorb that. “…I could’ve done that…” he muttered before he realized that their rescuer…wait, wasn’t that the boy that for some reason, Vanessa thought she had any chance of getting power through? Good Lord, he really did look as pathetic as she had said….then again, he seemed to know how to kill those things. And had said to run…plus, he had his sword.

Well, this was sort of a sadistic choice, wasn’t it? Follow orders from anyone else, least of all an anyone else who had stolen his sword or—and that was when he heard more of those moans. Blanching, he turned around. “Wait a moment, I need my sword back!” he shouted as he raced on after them, actually catching up to them rather easily. Please, he didn’t train tirelessly to be slow! “You, sir, have some severe explaining to do! And give me back my damn sword!”

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Eric really didn’t have time to obsess over the fact that he was holding the hand of the woman he loathed, especially when he realized that there were definitely more moans coming along. Good God, what was he supposed to do? I mean, sure, he had Humperdinck’s sword, but could he really work against all the zombies that were undoubtedly planning on surrounding them?

But of course, the two royal pains decided that they just had to demand some answers from the guy who had, you know, saved their lives. This seriously wasn’t helping to shut up the more cynical part of his brain that suggested just throwing them to the zombies and running…oh God, no, that was too horrible, what was wrong with him today? Just because they weren’t nice, didn’t mean they deserved to go down that way, no one did…not even Humperdickwad.

With a sigh, he said, “Look, those are zombies. They are basically reanimated corpses who mean to eat or change all of the humans into zombies until there’s none of us left…and for the record, I just saved you all, I owe you no explanations!” He shot a glare at Humperdinck. Sure, just because he wasn’t gonna throw him to the zombies didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give him what for. “Look, you shut up right now, or mark my words, we are gonna die! Understand?”

Not even bothering to see if his words had taken any effect, he surveyed their situation. Yep…zombies were coming from both sides, and he had two choices. Run into one of the classrooms or try to kill some of them and run…because he still had to find Max…and of course, the thought of his dog out there all alone, possibly being trailed by zombies as well…dammit, he couldn’t just hole up in a classroom when she could be in trouble!

It was just a good thing that princes in general, even in peaceful nations like Casturini, learned to use swords, otherwise this would have been even worse. Managing to take some heads off, he kept running. “Come on! I’m pretty sure it started here, we can probably manage to avoid most of ‘em if we get out of the school!” Because why tell them that this was actually a sort of rescue mission, huh? There was no way that those two would go for it.

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Beowulf was following a trail of zombies. Well, more accurately the zombies were coming towards him and he was following where they were coming from. He had lost his spear by now because that was not at all helpful in dispatching these undead creatures. His sword was much better for cutting off the heads of these creatures. He was a fierce warrior and these creatures were not as fierce as the Anglo-Saxons, which said something about the Anglo-Saxons.

So it was follow the trail of zombies for him. And he seemed to be following them, and cutting them down in his wake. The strange thing was that the trail seemed to be leading to a tower, and consequently, more zombies. It made sense to think that perhaps this was where all the trouble started as it seemed as if there was an infinite number of zombies coming from that tower. Perhaps the person who was responsible for this whole thing was there and if they were, well Beowulf had a few choice words he’d like to say to that person.

So he started battling his way toward the tower.

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Plum was turning. She could feel everything starting to change. She knew it was happening to her, but there was nothing she could do about it. It was in her blood stream now. Not even wish magic could help her now. Instead she would slowly succumb to this terrible thing.

She could feel the effects of it already. Her skin had taken on a deathly pale and lost all of its sparkle at a rather alarming rate, which could only mean that fairies were much more susceptible to this zombie infection than most people. And she was starting to think about brains in more than just the normal way one would think about brains. She was beginning to think about how brains would feel mushed under her teeth. Things of that nature and so on. It was quite alarming. And that was why she had taken to the streets. She would have a good chance of someone either taking pity on her and killing her, or having zombies come and eat what was left of her brain.

The fairy passed someone on the street, and turning to them and trying not to drool while she thought about the delicious brain in their head, she pressed her palms together in a pleading gesture. “Please,” she begged. “Please. You have to kill me. You have to. I’m infected. Quick, please cut my head off and let’s be done with everything. Please.”