#sof zombie outbreak

[deceiving-opheliac-blog]

SECOND WHIP | motherfucking zombies.

Classes were going as smoothly as ever, so long as Minatsuki didn't bitch out the teachers for being completely idiotic in terms of offering homework. It was one huge disappointment after another, she found out. School was pretty much everything she'd envisioned it to be: boring, stupid, and pointless. Each class was enough to drain her out.

And so when she skipped out, using the infamous bathroom excuse, she didn't feel any regret. No remorse. Nothing of the sort. Rather, it felt good to get some fresh air.

"Fucking teachers just don't know when to shut up. One of these days, I'll slit all of their thro--"

But she was cut off when a hand gripped at her uniform -- her skirt, to be precise. It didn't take more than two seconds before her elbow went flying back, hand raising to yank out her earring as blood congregated at the ends of her hair. Swerving on her heel to properly face the privacy intruder, the blood extended and slashed at the opposing party with a ferocious whip. 

It convulsed and squirmed, stumbling and falling. That was when Hummingbird stepped up and pressed her heel against the zombie's head, staring down upon it with no remorse lingering in the depths of hazel.

"Good fucking riddance."

And she applied all of her weight down on her heel, letting the skull crack underneath the pressure. Bits and pieces of the brain along with a huge rush of contaminated blood flowed from underneath her foot and she kicked the corpse aside, backing away and brushing off some of the blood from her skirt, bracing herself for others.

"Bring it on, you bastards!"

[murder-narcissus-blog]

{death is mercy; zombie event}

Corpses made good enough barricades for Dorian to recover behind, he muses idly as he fished for more bullets. 

The attack had been sudden, and he'd fumbled for those first few moments-

{This is proving to be more trouble than I first imagined}

If not for the real Dorian Gray's finely honed survival instincts, he would have been short another vessel, and with the painting lying inconspicuously under a dead boy's bunk bed.

{Aim straighter, boy, I'll not have you expire here}

Responding with a barrage of gunfire and a quick dash to a hallway just about to be infested with zombies, Dorian the vessel holds his tongue and keeps his aim straight, shouting for the unsuspecting figure at the far end of the hall,

"Behind you!"

[averageone-blog]

✟ jewelry infantry.

Infested.

She tensed, her body deflecting any oncoming attacks by dodging, dodging, side stepping, pivoting-- simple but effective steps that would leave her to do anything but parry. They were fast, and did the most simple thing they could do in big numbers when they weren't otherwise preoccupied with hands scraping against the window, staring blankly until loud, loud, loud steps would ring in their ears. When their heads would turn and register through animalistic instinct: 

Food. 

Meat.

Prey.

"Ah----!"

She grunted in surprise, choosing to take a route clockwise to make maneuver the violent slash thrown towards her. Steps resounding through the halls despite the presence of so many flesh eaters, Rin ultimately decided that while this event was a mere mess on her otherwise untouched plate, she'd have to be one of the many to try and end this. Though the magus knew that they were students, and though barely recognizable, held some importance to those they knew.. her rational side convinced her that her main priority would be her own survival.

And second, came others. She was in a well populated area, with other survivors, she assumed, so the next thing came giving them a safe and secure route to exit. The third would be to acquire an antidote, because she definitely couldn't go visit her counselor nor go to her clubs with this ruckus. It simply wouldn't be tolerated, "This is a pain, after all ..!" she spoke aloud, distracting herself from the impeding danger around her. "Geez," she muttered, giving herself a push--

--it was a good thing she left Archer at home today. 

"Let's see how long this'll take!"

[thestrongfunandgorgeous-blog]

what's up with these weird guys!? {sof event/open}

Man, what was up with all that sudden silence in the school? It was usual for more people to go around the grounds at this time of the day, yet everything was... oddly calm. Bolin tried to check the halls inside through the window to see if anyone was around but no, nothing. Until--

"AAAAAA!!!", he screamed as a... zombiefied face appeared out of nowhere in front of him on the other side of the window. As he was caught off guard, he immediately raised a barried of rock to block the way between him and the zombie. What the hell was that!?

Slowly he moved his head behind, only to face a certain group of some of the same kind of guys going to his way. Ok, wasn't that school supposed to be normal!? So what was up with all those people? Probably the best thing he really could do was to run the hell out of there before those guys would cause him any harm. He immediately formed a some kind of board of rock and surfed the way out of there.

On his way out, he noticed someone walking around calmly, close to get inside one of the school's buildings. Bolin immediately panicked as he didn't want people to get themselves in danger and made his way to him.

"Hey, watch out! There are a bunch of... brain eaters going around the school!!", he said as adrenaline was taking over him. As he noticed a weird noise similar to those guys were making close to him, the earthbender saw there was another zombie about to get this person's neck, and so formed another block of rock and pushed the weird monster away. "We have to hide somewhere!"

[angrygingertrap-blog]

what do i dont even play video games [ event / open ]

Ritsu thought he was doing pretty well, all things considered.

The zombie outbreak had been the last thing he had expected out of everything, and he was completely unprepared -- I mean, what kind of person would bring weapons to school? It wasn't as if Ritsu knew how to use them or anything, anyway. He was just a part-time singer.

So he had improvised.

Not even wanting to think of how much they had cost him, he had taken off one of his platform boots and started using it as a club, holding it near the ankle and smacking anything that came near him with the heavy soles. It was a surprisingly effective strategy; most of the undead toppled to the ground after one hit, and that allowed Ritsu to continue clubbing them until they stopped moving. The blood was probably ruining his uniform -- all hope was lost for his poor boot -- but Ritsu was able to prioritize, and right now, saving his own skin was more important than his clothes. He would hold a proper funeral after all was said and done.

But in the meanwhile.

Ritsu had a plan in his head. For now, he'd try to get to his dorm. Board up the doors and windows, find something better to use as a weapon -- maybe he'd take apart the sink or something -- and hole up until everything blew over.

Right.

Movement out of the corner of his eye -- Ritsu was too drunk on adrenaline to distinguish friend from foe right now. He swung with his boot with a desperate sound, as hard as he could.

[drunken-oni-blog]

The Broken Moon - SoF Zombie Outbreak

It was kind of sad, honestly. Suika didn't expect anything like it, and being an oni it didn't really do MUCH to her, other than probably make her more insane than she already was and dematerialize her skin some- but it happened. She was a zombie, and at first she was more scared than anything.

"H-How did this happen!?" She managed to choke out the words, looking around for what could have caused this. Unfortunately she had wandered a decent distance away from the gas before she realized this. Her dull eyes looked at her broken appearance for a few minuted before she just began go grin. Fortunately for her, she could still use her pandemonium powers and such since she was still herself, but because she was a zombie she had the downside of basically wanting to eat everyone's brains, and probably dumping sake on them to make it more enjoyable. She didn't know this yet, though, since she hadn't interacted with anyone yet either. Looking around a bit, she noticed a lot of the other people were seemingly in the same state as her, and watched closely to what they were doing. Suika then took her gourd in her hands, and looked back ahead of her. "I understand now. . . ." She giggled, "Its a Feast! We're gonna have a Feast!" And with that, the little zombie-oni broke into a maniacal laughter, going off to find someone to attack.