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Leah Stone (reapinghavok) wrote in immune_ic,
@ 2011-11-23 03:49:00

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# 2011 [11] november, leah

WHO: Leah & O'Brien
WHEN: November 26, 2018; around 6:00PM
WHERE: Out and about; Fancy Pharmacy (close to City Hall)
WHAT: Undead hookers! Oh, and raiding a pharmacy.
HOW: Foul language and possible nudity ~~because of the hookers, of course...~~
STATUS: Complete

Daylight Savings Time had become another pointless thing of the past; one of the few things Leah was glad to know it was no longer enforced. If it was, the hour would be dark by now and Brandon would no doubt be giving her hell for being out after dark on her own. As it was, she still had at least an hour of sunlight left to continue scavenging for medical supplies. That new dog of Lilah's would no doubt be needing flea medication, and Leah knew several doctors willing to trade useful items in exchange for whatever she found.

This particular pharmacy, the now ironically named Fancy Pharmacy, was located on a fairly quiet block, populated by what looked like the sickliest-looking group of shufflers she'd ever come across. Clothing hung in tattered strips over what was left of the body, skinny cadavers that looked more like walking skeletons and less like something that used to be alive. Their movements were even slower than normal shufflers (if that was possible), each step an enormous chore that looked beyond painful. Fortunately for them, thought Leah, they don't feel.

Pausing in the entrance-way of the pharmacy, Leah dug in her pocket for her flashlight, resisting the urge to snort when her eyes caught sight of what appeared to be her only major threat on this block. A group of three female shufflers, all of whom had more flesh on their bones than the others, stood more or less on the curb across the street. Judging by the remains of their already scanty wardrobe — short skirts, bosom-bearing tops, one six-inch high heel and the matching no-inch high heel (in one zombie's case; the other two were bare-footed) — it didn't take a rocket scientist to determine what they did when they were alive.

Lit flashlight in one hand, machete in the other, Leah ducked into the pharmacy, pushing the door closed behind her. It wouldn't do much to prevent the zombies outside from coming in — there was no lock, and the display windows were broken — but it would slow them down a little, and every second counted.

Light streaming in from the front windows illuminated the front of the store, the flashlight serving to help her see at the rear. She could hear grunts coming from somewhere beyond the shelves. Quietly, Leah walked along the store, keeping the wall at her side, her machete at the ready. Bottles, empty and not empty, were scattered about the floor, making her steps all the more treacherous.

She was nearly to the source of the noise when her foot nudged a full bottle of pills, sending it rattling down an aisle. Leah halted, her breath catching. The chomping that had gotten louder the closer she got, stopped. Leah felt her heart pounding. A hand appeared around the corner of a shelf, followed by a rotted face, its eye (one missing), staring at her. It was the anticipation that affected her the most. One zombie, a sight she had looked upon countless times, was barely worth the adrenaline rush anymore. As it reached for her, hands groping, she swung her arm back and sliced it through the forehead. It fell back onto the floor, and she finished the job.

After a full inspection of the rest of the store, making certain all the present corpses weren't going to get up, Leah commenced searching through what items were left in the pharmacy.

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detectiveobrien
2011-12-16 05:42 am UTC (link)

For the record, no, O'Brien had not made the connection, yet. Maybe later on that night, if he survived the trek to City Hall, it would all click into place. But for now, he had absolutely no clue that Miss Machete was the Leah that had actually commented back and forth with him on the forums. Especially over her whole dislike of the internet. She was the one he made that long list of reasons why the intranet was a good thing for? Who knew?

"Well, I'm not. You make me sound like an idiot-- and I may be loud," he'd attracted the zombies, after all, had he not? "--and I'm not perfect and all of that, but I definitely knew how to do my job, and I did it well. I miss it, actually. So whatever you've got in your head about what kind of cop I was, you should just forget it, because you have no idea." So there, damnit. He didn't appreciate her insulting him as a cop. Before the world went to shit, it was all he had. He took it very seriously, and so what if he was 'happy-go-lucky', like she'd said? He got shit done, and he got it done right.

He nodded, keeping his eyes on her, though his frustrated frown was definitely still present; That's right. She'd said he could call her 'Stone', but he opted for Miss Machete. So they were even. She knew his last name, and he knew hers. And apparently useful was all that he needed to know, according to her. Good to know. She hated his guts.

He blinked, staring at her with a bit of shocked when she snapped at him, "I just killed a fucking zombie for you, and I agreed to cover your ass-- and you're suggesting I'm not being useful? And I'd like to see your face if someone told you you had to make a run for City Hall, and you'd been shot less than three weeks ago, and been operated on and stitched up by fucking Jeepers Creepers with rusty medical tools," and he was fairly certain he still had a fever, but that was beside the point. It was his own damn fault he was out here.

O'Brien took note of the arching of Leah's brow, and he tilted his head to the side with an 'oh, c'mon, are you kidding' sort of look, "I'm not going to shoot you. I promise." He supposed he didn't blame her for not trusting him... but still.

And as soon as she told him to stop grinning, the happier expression on his face fell, but he didn't say a word. He let his eyes follow the jerk of her head, and he glanced up toward one of the fire escapes, and then back to her. Was she fucking kidding? No... No, she wasn't kidding, was she? He was definitely not in any sort of shape to be scaling tall buildings. "Hell," he grumbled, adjusting his backpack and turning to hurry over and reach up for the ladder to pull down. He only paused with what he was doing to shoot another Walker, that got too close, in the head.

Quickly and carefully climbing his way up onto the fire escape, he turned back to look to see where Leah was and what she was doing. He'd promised to cover her, after all.

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