Kingsmouth: Zombies
Norma was an elderly woman with a shotgun. Lynn thought she’d enjoy having tea and cakes with her if it weren’t for the raging zombie infestation gnawing on her white picket fence. Such was the new reality that was Kingsmouth.
Lynn had never considered herself a zombie invasion survivor. Did she count as a survivor if she’d showed up late to the party? She definitely had been bit at least once by a member of the horde, but it’d healed right up like nothing had happened. The bees’ doing, Lynn suspected. Everything weird seemed related to magic, a bee, a secret society, or, now, this weird fog that surrounded Solomon Island.
Case in point, Lynn now stood in a forest surrounded by magic cultist zombies, collecting their parts to burn back at Norma’s. Not exactly the sanest line of work. It wasn't exactly hard, she acknowledged to herself as she spun, her claws raking through a zombie’s chest. It was just… weird.
As the cultist zombie fell over dead, Lynn heard her phone go off. “Local bounty detected.” Lynn checked the screen, identifying the area for the bounty. A cave full of zombies and guarded by draug. Great. She stepped towards the cave determinedly, covering herself in a blood shield preemptively.
And that is when she heard the laughter. Another bee came sweeping in from the other side and lay into the zombies with a hammer. Not wanting to miss out on the bounty, Lynn rushed in as well, her claws digging into draug just as well as zombies. Between the two of them they made quick work of the creatures.
As they stood in the middle of a crater catching their breath, Lynn looked over at the woman with the hammer. She had cotton candy blue and pink hair and wore dark colors. The woman looked at Lynn in return and grinned.
“Quite a party we have going here huh?” she said, still smiling. “I just wish these fights weren’t over so quickly. I was just getting warmed up.”
“You crazy?” Lynn wiped some sweat off her forehead with the back of her wrist, being careful not to poke her eyes out with her own weapon.
The woman cocked an eyebrow at her. “I wouldn’t say crazy, but you gotta enjoy what you do. Besides, nothing shows you how alive you still are quite like a good fight.”
Lynn just stared at the other woman for a moment, a look of incredulity on her face. A sudden flash of movement, though, caught her eye. “Watch out!” Lynn reached her hand out towards the ambushing draug. Blood magic welled up in her hand in the shape of a heart. Lynn crushed it, wincing at the texture.
The woman turned around to see the draug stumbling, clearly dazed. With a yell of laughter, she lunged forward with her hammer. It slammed into the draug, first once to the side, then again in a massive downwards swing that caved in the thing’s skull. Its body crumpled to the floor. After a few deep breaths, the woman turned back to Lynn and smiled. “Did you just crush a heart? That’s pretty metal.”
Lynn’s face was skewed into a look of mild nausea and disgust. “Thanks…” she replied, looking less than pleased as she wiped the blood off her hand. “Uhm… I’m Niirah? Nice to meet you?”
“Myu-Tan,” the woman said, still smiling. “Nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you around.” Myu-Tan began to walk off, casually slamming her hammer into the ground with a rhythmic thumping that created shockwaves of red energy as she went. “If you see anything that looks like it can put up a good fight, let me know!”
Lynn watched as zombies began to swarm Myu-Tan, summoned by the shockwaves. As Myu-Tan disappeared over a hill, that same laughter that had first caught Lynn’s attention echoed out, accompanied by the sounds of a shotgun and what sounded like a minor earthquake. Lynn thought she should go help, but before she could take more than a few steps the sounds from the other side of the hill grew quieter, leaving only the same rhythmic thumping of the hammer on the ground.