who| Heidi Petrelli and Noah Bennet. what| Heidi vs Horror Movie. where| A Grocery Store near the Hyperion. when| The begining of the worst of the madness. rating| PG-13, for bodies and scantily clad zombie women. status| Thread; Incomplete. notes| I blame whoever it was that brought up Frying Pans as weapons.
Heidi had been keeping track on the boards with her phone as she waited for the cashier to hand her the receit when, quite suddenly, a noise that sounded like an air raid siren throttling a sack full of geese swallowed the usual grocery-store cacanophy whole. There was no longer a cheerful cashier on the other side of the counter, but there was a rather preturbed looking corpse bent over the register approximately where the cashier had been several seconds prior. The circumstances gave her what she believed to be an exceptionally justified start. The rest of her metamorphosed surroundings didn't provide much comfort; and there was a distinct reek begining to come from the front entrance of the supermarket, along with the fog; which had become significantly thicker since she'd arrived.
She'd promised herself that she wouldn't be one of those recently de-deaded people; the ones that allowed their brains to dribble out their ears simply because they hadn't put oxygen through it for a short while. Look at her now. Alone in a grocery store that was suffering from a severe case of the B Movies. At least she'd written down where she'd gone in three seperate places; all glaringly obvious and not near the edges of any tables.
Alright, she thought to the Universe at large, I know how to count to two. She'd also seen her share of horror movies; and there were several places one should never be in the middle of a horror movie. A building with automatic doors was high on that list. Reaching into one of the plastic bags which, in a true testament to petrolium byproducts and their time-resistant properties, showed no sign of the decay around it, and extracted the portable fog light she'd purchased. As many batteries as she could fit in her jacket followed. Taking a care to keep her compact mirror open to use keep her back from going unguarded, she nicked a can of hairspray from a nearby Suave display, and a package of disposable lighters from another bag of abandoned shopping. With a pair of kitchen knives, and a broom handle added to the usual assortment of anti-paranormal items in her purse, and a great deal of careful avoidance of the Halloween Isle, she was prepared.
The plan was to call the Hyperion, then make it next door to the small residential building (The Hyperion itself wasn't far, but she wasn't risking her health by trying to make it alone.), and with the essentials she had narrowed down to one sack full of supplies, barricade herself in until either someone arrived, or the weirdness dissipated.
The plan was derailed when, on the second ring, Heidi's impromptu rear-view mirror reflected the sudden arrival of company. She turned, slowly and cautiously, preparing herself for a second Gentleman-esque encounter as it limped and jerked into better veiw. On the bright side, it wasn't smiling like they had been. On the opposite, overpoweringly dim side, it may have only been prevented by it's lack of mouth. And eyes. And everything else.
Wonderful, she thought to herself, knowing better than to participate in any outward dialouge, She was going to die again, this time at the hands of faceless, scantily clad fetish zombies. That was going to be a fun argument to have with Nathan. The phone continued ringing as she backed up. Her calves eventually came into contact with another bagging station, and while she readied the broom handle to keep the oncoming evil at a distance, she felt her hand come down on something cold and metal. Cold and metal was promising. She found a handle, and lifted it, sparing it once glance that turned into two.
A frying pan.
Well, it was better than a box of Twinkies, she reasoned, and when the Nurse had hacked her broomhande soundly in two in retribution for having it shoved into it's impractically endowed chest, smacked the faceless fetish fiend soundly in the head with it. With a clang and small amount of brain matter--Not enough calcium left for a sturdy skull. She made a note to drink more milk from that moment foward.--Heidi was alone again. For the moment.
She counted the sixth ring as she readjusted her grip on the frying pan as she headed to look out the doors. The other end of the line finally picked up as she peered around the glass barrier without triggering the opening sensor. Two things struck her as odd, all current circumstances considered, and she found herself inquiring about them to the person on the receiving end of her call before she could stop herself.
"I'm sorry, is it snowing and is the ground on fire where you are?" She didn't see anything stirring in the sudden-onset dark, but that would be a test of her light.