#ca undead

Going to Sector 005 was one of the worst ideas she’d ever had. Zombies as everywhere she could see, one bite would be all it took for her to join them. Their slow movements gave some form of relief, however large numbers kept blocking Tokoha’s route, forcing her to keep swinging her scythe.

It this kept up it wouldn’t be long until her strength left her. 

Bashing her way through another horde, a slashing noise behind her caught her curiosity. 

Clad in armor with a blue ahoge sticking out of his helmet revealed the boy she wasn’t sure how to feel about anymore. 

Of what Aichi had learned of him, Shion had a heart of gold to match his blond tresses - it had been his suggestion to help with aiding some NPCs escape the plague of zombies which occupied Sector 5. And Aichi had been more than happy to tag along; not to leave the boy fighting an overwhelming battle single-handedly.

            After managing to get Marron’s attire from himself, it hadn’t been long before another costume lured him to it, reclaiming Blaster Blade’s form yet again within the city’s borders - much more handy in assisting Shion. The both of them knights under the Royal Paladin banner, wielding blades with which they could cut through the swarm and open a path.

@leghero

Even in a calamity such as this, one should always try their best to make the best of things. Take what Sybil’s doing right now, for instance. Sure, Sector 5′s been overrun by shambling zombies, but that’s not going to stop her from using its facilities to broadcast the best Halloween contest this city’s ever seen! In the absence of an official, scientist-sanctioned one, the city’s felt a bit lacking in holiday spirit.

Of course, sneaking into a television studio surrounded by the walking dead and putting on a one-woman show is out of the question. Not only would it pose a terrible risk to her, creeping around alone, but it would make for dreadful television. No, she’s more than happy to have made the acquaintance of a suitably stylish robot who really couldn’t be a better pick to stage the show with. 

"Well, I think we’re ready to go! I’ve got everything.” She gestures to the bag slung over her shoulder, packed full of first aid supplies, a handful of cheap flashbangs (for stunning zombies, if need be) and, of course, the oh-so-shiny medals that’ll serve as the prizes in the contest.

In retrospect, Beauty should have wondered why the streets of Sector 5 were so empty.  He’d been stomping down the street as best as an oversized hamster could (not very effectively), ignorant of the sudden stillness around him.

Until it wasn’t still anymore.  Zombies were lurching out of storefronts and alleyways just slightly slower than he could go ‘of course’ in his head.

The numbers had been manageable at first, but the longer the fight drew on, the more they gathered. A swarm of undead descending upon the plaza until their numbers were overwhelming for one alone to compete with.

       Little option was left but to inch backwards, staring down the oncoming horde. Of course, he was afraid, of what might follow, what he might become and transpire afterwards. It would be a temporary thing, wouldn’t it? Worse could happen.

Though that reality did little to ease the ensuing panic beneath the surface, clutching Marron’s tome and projecting bolt after bolt, which might down a couple of zombies at a time. Though it was growing increasingly hopeless, he refused to go down without a fight.

                              Such a shame that an effort to drive the undead back from near the border to his home Sector had wound up such a grievous error.

He’d thought he hallucinated the movements of an aiding party, someone who had arrived at the bleakest moment. All the more surprising and difficult to believe when registering who it was that had come.

One boot brought down a zombie. A few more roamed the street looking for prey as he scurried off to the nearest living human he could find. 

       This was literally the best time for the Shinsengumi.

       There has been countless of complaints received in their headquarters; from all kind of sectors! With the new monsters & creatures roaming the city, many ( the powerless portion ) feel unsafe and trapped at home. It’s definitely the perfect chance, the best time for them to do what they were supposed to.

       Protect the powerless. 

Walking around sector five was really a blast. All these damn zombies he had to run away from, it was so annoying. Most of them really were those generic NPC zombies. They looked like a bunch of simple ¬assets, really. All looking like your ‘average, typical humans’. If Tomura had to call it anything, it’d be lazy. They looked lazy, at least. He knew the threat they posed was pretty real, though. He had seen some other people get swarmed and get turned. It wasn’t within his intentions to become part of that hive mind.

     No he’d like to keep his own self-control, thank you very much.

So he wandered, hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes and ears open. There was a certain pride within his step, why wouldn’t he feel proud. He had set a step closer to his personal goals just a little while ago. It felt good, really good. The sparkle in his eyes had not yet faded. Adding to that sparkle was a hint of curiosity. It seemed like the villain had found something worth his while.

    A zombie that didn’t look like your average NPC…

No, they seemed to be somewhat in control of themselves too: At least he didn’t hear the constant moaning emanating from them, nor was their body language particularly wonky… Perhaps they were an unfortunate who had only just turned, or something else entirely. Anyway, it was someone that Tomura dared to approach.

He was really trying his luck with this, if he was lashed out against and got turned into an undead against his will, that’d be a blow to his newfound pride in himself. Then again, he did feel extremely lucky at this moment. So he put some more bravado in his step, approaching the zombie. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and kept himself on high alert. Just in case, you know?

         “Hey, you okay? Still clear in the head? Still kind of alive?”