Cherry Darling is just cherry. (my_gunleg) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-05-10 22:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | cherry darling, columbus |
WHO: Cherry Darling & NPC!zombies & OPEN!
WHAT: Exploring her new surroundings and kicking some zombie ass.
WHERE: Near the grocery store.
WHEN: This evening.
RATING: R for language and gore.
STATUS: In progress, open to anyone!
To be quite frank (not dick, thank you very much), Cherry Darling was sick and tired of zombies. She left rural Texas in hopes of getting away from zombies, only to be thrust into a "resort" filled with them. Of course, if she gave up zombie shooting, her gunleg would be a bit pointless, but nonetheless, zombie killing wasn't a talent she wanted to be known for - useless talent number 163 - though, in this case, it was pretty useful. After the zombie apocalypse it was safe to say the woman became a bit numb to the idea of zombies. They didn't scare her like they did originally, and now they were more of a nuisance than a fear, like those annoying birds who like to chirp at the ass crack of dawn right outside the window. That sort of nuisance. One that you can't technically be rid of, but can throw your shoe at them to scare them away just long enough to crawl back under the covers until they start up again. That sort of nuisance. Zombies annoyed the fuck out of Cherry, and any chance she could be given to destroy their existence, she was going to take it.
Stopping on the pathway, dark gaze glanced around at her surroundings. "Where the fuck am I?" Ripping off her aviators, she looked down at the map she grabbed before leaving the main lodge. Turning it upside down, and then sideways and then trying to see if there was another side to it, she tossed it to the ground, "I should take up map reading, or whatever the fuck it's called..." Muttering to herself, she looked up only to be greeted with seven drooling, sagging, blood splattered faces. "You have got to be kidding me..." They weren't moving fast, in fact, they looked like they were dragging their feet, but they were still coming straight for her.
"That's just great, you know, ladies and gentlemen... or whatever the hell you guys are... you really know how to make a girl feel welcome." One of the zombies groaned as it attempted to pick up it's pace only to stagger forward a few steps and then hobble on uneasy steps. Shaking her head, crimson painted lips curled into a smirk as she replaced those aviators over her eyes.
"Easy targets."
Fixing her black leather skirt over the flare of her hips, left calf high boot planted firmly on the ground as her weight shifted to that leg. Kicking up her right leg, that beautiful machine of a leg was revealed and caught the dying sunlight. Bullets rattled as it only took one swift kick to cock the gun and aim. The zombies were about twenty feet away and closing in as she popped the collar of her leather jacket and waited for them to hobble a little closer.
"You make this too easy." A series of shots rang out as each hit their mark, the bullets piercing flesh and leaving wounds. A few shots more left all seven zombies riddled with bullets and most of them severed in half either from the waist up or the neck up. The brief zombie killing left the pavement splattered with body parts and clothing, blood and brain matter - or what was left of their brains. A satisfied smirk curled on her lips, as she waited for the next swarm to come. Zombies always came in hoards, there was never just a single loner zombie... there were always a group of them. It was just a matter of time before the next swarm would hit.