#dc group

Yuri doesn’t have a weapon. Where would he have possibly gotten a weapon from? So he’s reduced to slinging his backpack around as a type of makeshift barrier, which only have a pair of ice skates in them. (He’s afraid to use the blades of the skates because he’d have to be pretty close to the monsters to be able to do any damage, and he’d really only be able to use the toe pick anyway because the blades aren’t that sharp.) But if he can’t fight, he can at least run-- which is why he’s darting down the street, away from the zombie things that’d crawled out of the fountain. He runs smack into something’s chest and shrieks at the top of his lungs before looking up to see that it’s not a zombie at all. “Are you evil?” is the first thing that tumbles out of his mouth as he backs up and, panicked, tries to gauge if this is someone he needs to start swinging his backpack at. 

Yuri barrels towards Lizzie as soon as he catches sight of her, torn between shrieking her name and keeping quiet so as to avoid any unwanted attention from the giant fucking monsters that are literally all over the city. He lost his ice skates somewhere around the fourth zombie hoard, and his clothes are a mess-- ripped and stained with who-knows-what-- but at least he’s still got all of his limbs in one piece. Mostly due to the fact that he’s a very fast runner; thank you, dry land training. “Are you alright?” he asks with urgency, despite being nervous that something terrible might appear over their shoulders at any minute. 

Martin risks opening the door to snag the familiar figure’s elbow and tug him firmly back inside before dead-bolting the door once more. “Don’t wander around out there!” he scolds him as he drags him in. “People’ll think you’re one of the evil vampires, because they’re definitely out there.” He’s not sure he’d categorize Chi Woo as a ‘friend,’ but he doesn’t want him to get stabbed or his head chopped off or anything, and tensions are certainly running high in the non-monster portion of current D.C. residents. Martin continues farther into the room-- the table of this storage room is covered in papers filled with scribbled notes, with half-open books lying haphazardly across most flat surfaces as well. “I’ve been sneaking around the library down the block,” he continues without a breath, diving back into his notes without bothering to look at Chi Woo for any longer. “I was trying to do some-- some very basic research, you know, cross-referencing some images and mythology and such to figure out what all’s out there and what the hell is going on.”

Yu Ri’s hair flies behind her as she dashes through one of the city’s biggest parks, a flock of reanimated corpses following close behind. That’s what they must be, based on the rank smell-- and while they don’t seem like they can see very well, from what she’s gathered, they can apparently be fairly fast when they smell prey. In any given circumstance, Ki Yu Ri would refuse being prey. However, since some other evil, spider-limbed creature jumped out of the shadows of a building and bit her in leg a few hours ago, she’s not as quick on her feet as she’d normally be, to her great annoyance. And the blood dripping from her leg surely isn’t helping her avoid any zombies.