Darcy had risked going outside. It was stupid, but things were needed from the store. So, she chose the closest shop to the house, grabbed her keys and her phaser, and left. She'd made it to the store, did her shopping. The clerk looked as if he hadn't slept in days, but he didn't give her a second look when he saw her bare wrists. Thank god for Tony Stark and Clara Oswald. On her way back, she fought the urge to take the back streets. The main roads were risky, but they were a straight shot. With her groceries in one hand, phaser set to stun in the other, she walked as quickly as she could. It may have taken less time to get home, but the sound of the engine would travel.
She was maybe a block from home when she heard it. A strange clicking noise. Not just one, but several, as if from multiple sources. Around the corner of a nearby home, a-- the best word would be flock-- of strangely mutated...people (at least they had human bodies) came stumbling forward. Darcy quickly flipped the phaser to kill, tightening her grip on the handle. She started towards the opposite side of the street, but the shifting of her plastic bags must have alerted the people, and the clicking sound increased in volume and how frequently it was being made. And it just brought them closer. "Stay back. I mean it. I'm--" And at the sound of her voice, Darcy realized she'd made a horrible mistake. The clicking stopped as the people with the strange mushroom-y faces turned to focus on her and took off at a run.
"Oh, shit!" Darcy dropped her bag, its contents making loud thudding sounds as it hit the ground, along with a nice, glass shattering sound, thanks to the jar of alfredo sauce. She took off down a side street, against her better judgement. She needed to lose them, fast. She made a sharp left, cutting through some stranger's backyard. The garage was separate, and her feet hit concrete and she took another left, racing down the driveway. Her lungs burned and blood roared in her ears but she kept going. With a brief glance, she saw that they were still coming, and fast. Darcy wasn't sure she could make it to the house, and if she did, if the door would keep them out. She did what she could, and made it to the driveway, at least, before she turned on her heels, aimed, and fired.
The first clicker was hit square in the chest and it stumbled, went sprawling, then stilled. Darcy squeezed the trigger several more times, but they moved so fast and almost awkwardly, she couldn't get off a good hit like the first one. Lucky shot. She should have been paying attention and one came rushing in from her right, knocking the wind out of her and sending her to the pavement. Her skin tore like tissue paper, and her hands and knees were shredded. The blood soaked into the knees of her jeans, what was left of them. What was she thinking wearing jeans with busted out knees. The pain was excruciating as the clickers bit and clawed at her. She screamed in pain and fear and gripped her phaser like her life depended on it. And it did. With the clickers so close, she was able to shoot them in the...face. They'd drop immediately after that. Once the last one was dead, Darcy moved to climb to her feet, bleeding from several places on her torso, in addition to her hands and knees. She turned towards the house, only to find herself face to doesn't-have-a-face with a dude with no head. She reached into her pocket to grab her phone and call for help as she was going to buy herself some time.
"Oh, fuck no." Darcy's eyes widened at the axe in his hand and she was quick, but he was quicker. As Darcy moved to lift her phaser and aim for his chest, his arm came down at an angle, and he buried the axe into her torso, by way of her left shoulder. A small sound bubbled up as Darcy's eyes went glassy. The Headless Horseman jerked the axe free and Darcy fell to her knees, then to her face.
After her muffled comment, and the small sound, the phone clattered to the ground, at an awkward angle, and filmed Darcy's body as a pool of crimson began to spread out, pouring profusely from the wound.