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i_amgentle (i_amgentle) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-11-05 18:10:00

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harleen quinzel, susan pevensie, zombies

Newly Arrived Queen Seeking Shelter (attn: good guys and non zombies)
Susan Pevensie had found herself in a dark alley with only her bow and arrows, but she knew something had to be amiss. "Feels like the White Witch" as she slung the quiver onto one shoulder and ventured beyond the safety of the alley (which she saw was behind some sort of place selling food). She only knew this place was not her native England or even Narnia but she would not let anyone see how scared she actually was. The young queen moved with a sense of purpose as she slipped one arrow into her bow, having a weird feeling she would be back in battle.

Her feeling was correct.

Within a few short minutes Susan was ankle deep in a battle against zombies, something she had never seen before. But something in her knew one thing, she had to find someplace safe and fast! But anyone could see the young woman was a crack shot, abet with a semi unusual choice of weapons of course. As she dove into a doorway to fire off another shot she found herself in a sporting goods store. "Well I do need to restock the arrow supply" finding just enough cash to restock her quiver with her choice of arrows (complete with red feather tips). As she restocked she sent a few more arrows flying right into various zombies and dove into another entryway. This was kinda fun but getting very old very fast. But the music blaring from a nearby radio gave her just enough time to slip away and send a few more arrows flying in the process.

The whole time she was thinking of one thing,*Oh Aslan! Point me to a haven of some sort! Point me to the local version of the How!*

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i_lovemrj
2008-11-06 03:59 pm UTC (link)

Harley had fought a lot of people, in a lot of different ways, but nothing she’d done up to this point had been anything like this. These guys just kept coming! Decapitate one here, bash a head in there, turn around and there were ten more of the damn things. And they all kept trying to bite her!

“I am not lunch!” she growled at the latest attacker. He growled back. Or maybe it was a moan. Whatever. Either way it was just noise. A noise they all made, and it was starting to grate on her nerves.

“If yer not gonna use your mouth for talkin’,” Harley informed him, “then you don’t need it!”

Somewhere along the way, as she tried to make her way back to the botanical gardens, she’d picked up a shovel. And she’d been using it with good effect, to the point that it was not only bloodied but actually dented in. Once again, she swung the garden implement, connecting hard with the jaw of the creep that was trying to bite her. But this time, her shovel failed her and she heard a loud crack as the handle gave way.

“Shit!” She took out that one, but there were three more coming, and now she had nothing to hit them with. She’d run out of ammo a while ago, and now she was down to her wits. Good thing she was brilliant.

Backing up three steps, Harley took a running start and used the first zombie as a springboard, doing a series of flips and spins that took her over the heads of the rest of the small mob until she landed on her feet on the other side of them. Her reprieve would only last a few minutes before more of them found her, but in the mean time, she really needed to find another weapon. For the moment, the two by four she saw leaning near a dumpster would work until she could find something better. Something more effective.

As she reached for the board though, a hand, cold and clammy, reached out to grasp her arm. Very quickly, Harley snatched up the two by four with the other hand, turning it into a back handed swing that connected with a sickening thud against the zombie’s temple. “Back off, pal!”

Her spin continued, bringing her around in a full circle, looking nearly like a pirouette. And when she stopped, she saw that there was another person nearby. This one not a shambling wreck. Firing off arrows, for crying out loud. Not that she was all that generous, but she wasn’t heartless either, and the kid was gonna get bitten if she didn’t watch it.

Running toward the girl, Harley raised the board like a baseball bat. Oooh, a baseball bat. She should find one of those. An aluminum one. Yeah. As she drew nearer, she hollered, “Heads up!”

A moment later looking at the smashed in skull of the creep she’d just bashed, she muttered, “Or not. You know. Sort of ironic.” Then she grabbed the kid’s shoulder, hauling her up the street. “We gotta get outta here. C’mon!”

Five steps later, she came to a shuddering halt as she realized the end of the street was now blocked off by a much larger mob. “Where’s a hyena when you need one.”

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	i_amgentle 2008-11-06 06:18 pm UTC (link)
	Susan was able to get off a few more shots when the older woman grabbed her shoulder. "Good question! I landed in the midst of all this and just have my arrows" as she was able to grab several from now dead zombies and slung them back into her quiver. "Just dump me somewhere that looks safe, I can fight when I have to" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_lovemrj
2008-11-07 01:02 am UTC (link)

“Yeah, well you have to,” Harley informed the girl matter-of-factly. “’Cause there ain’t no place that’s safe right now. Fight or die.”

Glancing over her shoulder, she commented, “Arrows are good, but you’re gonna run out. Blunt objects. Use ‘em. Aim for the head. You damage it or get rid of it, and then they don’t get up again. Here.”

Shoving the two by four at the girl, Harley turned her attention again toward the ends of the streets, both now blocked. No way out. Dammit, where was as caped crusader when you needed one? Steal a couple little things, and they were all over you. Zombies everywhere, people in peril, and where were they? Nowhere to be found. The lack of work ethic was staggering, it really was. Harley intended to give the first bat-costumed freak she found a good talking to once this was over.

The creepy bastards were moving in, slowly, but moving in, and Harley was running out of options. Not a place she liked to be. She considered leaving the kid on her own, self preservation and all. But if she really could fight, then the two of them would fare better if they stuck together. Then she spotted what she hoped was a way out. Except it was damn close to the mob of zombies.

“Hey kid, see that?” She pointed at the ladder that led to a fire escape. A ladder that was unfortunately currently in the up position. If Harley could just get that down, they could climb up and pull the ladder up with them. Rooftops. They should get to the rooftops. “We gotta get there and go up. Get it?”

They were going to have to fight to get there, and once there, Harley was going to have to figure out a way to pull that down for both of them, but it should work. If everything went well. “Let’s go.”

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i_amgentle
2008-11-08 01:38 am UTC (link)

Susan easily kicked herself onto the stairwell and pulled it down at the same time,"Long story but I knew that trick would come in handy!" as she fired off a few more shots with non red feather arrows and also grabbed a few more from various misfires. Of course she was not going to spill the beans about being battle trained after all. She grabbed a board that was perched nearby and shot it into a nearby zombie.

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i_lovemrj
2008-11-10 01:21 am UTC (link)

Well lookit that, she wasn’t gonna have to haul the kid around. Girl had some skills of her own, which was good because Harley couldn’t really spare much attention for her. The undead creepos were closing in and they had to go now.

“Yeah, yeah, congratulations, now move!” Unceremoniously, Harley shoved the girl towards the ladder. “Up. We have to go up.”

Maybe the zombies wouldn’t be able to climb. She searched her memory but she couldn’t recall a single instance in any of the movies where a zombie had climbed a ladder. It was like garlic and vampires or something.

“Let’s go, girlie!”

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	i_amgentle 2008-11-10 01:33 am UTC (link)
	Susan hopped onto the ladder and pulled Harley up as she used her foot to pull the ladder up at the same time. She was battle trained but nobody would know that part of the story anytime soon. "Next stop the rooftop and between us we should easily hold these things off" having only heard of zombies via various books of Edmund's. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_lovemrj
2008-11-11 12:48 am UTC (link)

Harley didn’t waste her breath as she climbed, she only took enough time to make sure they weren’t being followed up. They weren’t, and that was a vast relief. Maybe from the top of the building they could make their way toward somewhere with food or water. Because it looked like this was one of those sorts of things where it would be good to hole up for a while.

Once her feet hit the rooftop, she took in a deep breath and looked around. That way looked like the jump between buildings might be too far, but a ninety degree turn showed another building that seemed closer. A little low though. They might have to go up to get off that rooftop and that could be problematic. Maybe a different direction.

When Harley turned to the left, however, she got a rude shock. They were not alone. Several figures ambled somewhat aimlessly, and it only took a minute to figure out they musta come up from the building below. Well. They could just go back down. The hard way.

With a running leap, Harley kicked the nearest one in the small of his back, sending him tumbling over the edge. It was very, very creepy to watch somebody fall without screaming. But Harley didn’t let it bother her. Too much. There were more of them waiting to be taken care of. “C’mon, kid, let’s clean up the neighborhood.”

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	i_amgentle 2008-11-14 06:33 pm UTC (link)
	"Between both of us we have weapons which is a starting point" Susan was scanning the crowd as she shot off a few shots with items she found on the rooftop. She then used her bow to fire off a trash can lid, sending another one off the roof. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_lovemrj
2008-11-16 03:23 pm UTC (link)

Harley didn’t answer. She couldn’t, she was far too busy fighting off a sudden surge of a trio of zombies. Where had the third one come from? She hadn’t seen him approach at all. A solid kick to the midsection of the one on the left sent him staggering back, but she knew he’d return shortly. They were annoyingly persistant.

Taking a step backward, she considered her options as she faced the other two. The 2 x 4 was no longer in her grasp, and she was lacking something else hard and heavy to hit the zombies in the head with. So she’d just have to kick them. Not a problem. She could kick that high, she just needed a little space to pull it off. So she took another step backward.

Right off the rooftop.

It wasn’t the first time Harley had fallen off the top of a building. Or been pushed, more precisely. She’d survived that one, she was determined to survive this one too. Almost instinctually, she reached out for something, anything, to slow her fall. What her hand found was a clothesline that had been stretched across the alley. People still used those? Thankfully, apparently these people did.

The weight of her descending body was too much for the line to take, however, which may have been a good thing. Such a sudden jerk to a stop likely would have yanked Harley’s arm clean out of the socket. Instead, the thin rope snapped, sending her swinging toward a hard brick wall like some inept Tarzan. She just barely managed to tuck her knees up so that her feet hit the wall first, her legs taking the brunt of the impact. Still, it was a hard hit, and she lost her grip on the line, falling to the ground without further impediment.

Fortunately, it was only a fifteen foot drop at that point.

Unfortunately, it landed her smack in the middle of a mob of zombies.

There was only a second to choose, and in that second she also had to fight to get her breath and her equilibrium back. So she could only do one thing, really. Harley looked out for number one. “Sorry, kid, you’re on your own! Keep fightin’!”

That was the best she could do. Or was willing to do. She wasn’t gonna be able to get back on top of the building now anyway. She was going to have a hard enough time just remaning unbitten. Damn irritating things, zombies, Harley thought to herself as she fought her way free. As soon as there was a gap, she was making a run for it, as far and as fast as she could go.

Harleen Quinzel wasn’t gonna be anybody’s zombie chow.

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	i_amgentle 2008-11-28 07:39 pm UTC (link)
	Susan was safe atop the roof but she decided she had to keep fighting. So she grabbed anything that could be shot and started shooting into the zombie hordes. She aimed away from Harleen of course but made sure the other woman could see she was holding up if things did get worse and maybe having to make a break for it. (Reply to this) (Parent)