The Universe's Mixer

Being undead had it's moments.

The reaper's feelings on the current undead predicament was decidedly mixed. On one hand, there was a part of George that couldn't help but think that zombies were really cool. But this feeling of childhood glee at being involved in a real life George Romero flick was undercut by guilt. Not too much guilt. Just maybe a little. George's low income apartment complex was one of the first areas hit by the new zombie plague. Being undead herself she blended in well. No one bothered her. Literally. Gone were the noisy neighbors upstairs that threw parties at three in the morning once the bars closed, gone were the neighbors to the right of her that insisted on having loud sex competitions for who could scream the loudest.

Her zombie infested apartment was peaceful and George unrealistically hoped it would stay that way without spilling out into The City and causing larger problems. Perhaps it was better to take a look at the rest of The City. George no longer needed to lock the door to her apartment, not particularly worried that A, one of her newly undead neighbors would try to steal her crappy stereo or that B, someone would be dumb enough to walk into a zombie infested apartment complex to steal her crappy stereo.

In the hall George came across one of her neighbors.

"Hi Thomas."

"Mmmrrrrrrrrr..."

"Yeah? That's cool."

"Mnnnrrrrrr..."

"Well, just stay here and don't eat people, okay?"

"Nnnerrrrrr.."

George didn't know if her neighbor was actually named Thomas but not having anything else to actually call him, Thomas seemed pretty cool. Yesterday Thomas had a detached arm he happily chewed on which George felt necessary to confiscate from him. She was fairly certain that no one else would ever have the privilege of seeing a zombie pout before, but the reaper had. It wasn't until she met who the arm belonged to and saw the victim was not dead, just undead like the rest of her fellow tenants, that she was okay if a bit of limb swapping so long that it was each other's. She hoped it was a sign that they could be a peaceful zombie commune, until she spotted that once a zombie they seemed uninterested in chewing on each other.

George, Queen of the Zombies, took the stairs and encountered other walking corpse-like neighbors who were equally uninterested in her before stepping out onto the street. So far it was mostly quiet. Quiet was a good sign, wasn't it?

Billy was busy setting up his webcam for a new installment of his blog when he heard a knock on the door. He perked up hopefully, thinking that the only people who really came over were Moist and the Pink Pulverizer. Billy could really use a friend right now and so he immediately stopped working on his current set up to answer the door.

Only to find out that zombies were in fact capable of knocking.

Billy immediately slammed his door shut. A synthesized beat he was only subconsciously aware of began to play in the background and as the card carrying member of the Evil League of Evil began to ponder his predicament, he also began to sing: "You hear the door slam, and realize there's nowhere left to run. You feel the cold hold, and wonder if you'll ever see the sun. You close your eyes! And hope that this is just imagination, boy. But all the while, you hear the creature creepin' up behind-- You're Out Of Time!"

Billy could hear the moans of not just one zombie behind his door, but a chorus. He needed to find an escape and spotted his small basement window. Billy, without skipping a beat -- literally, ran to the small window and managed to squeeze out of it. In his excitement he left behind his transmatter ray gun and his freeze ray, either would have been particularly useful in this situation.

There were more zombies outside his home but Billy did his best to sneak past them. While singing. Quietly. "They're out to get you, theres demons closing in on every side. They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial. Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together," but as Doctor Horrible looked down at his arms which were cradling the ray gun he should have had in his arms, realizing that it was not there he knew he had made a grave error, "All through the night, I'll save you from the terror on the screen, Ill make you see."

Billy bravely tried to think his way out of this situation. He began to sneak away in rhythm only to be followed by zombies matching him beat for beat. What started as sneaking slowly developed into skipping past a graveyard and then into a large, but deserted street. The synth pop melody which had kept him alive so far was replaced by screeching violins. The zombies forgot their cues and more came out from allies and around corners until Billy was surrounded. And bitten.

But only once. The bite mark on his arm looked like an enthusiastic hicky and confused the super villain for a moment until the synth beat started back up again before he could fully ponder the anticlimacticness of the attack. The zombies took their places behind Billy. And they began to dance.

Step, beat! Step, beat! Shoulder, step! Beat beat! Shoulder, step! Beat beat! Big arms, step! Arms! Arms! Step, step! Head pop! Dip down! Arm swing! Arm swing! Mouth pop! Mouth pop! Clap slide! Shoulders, arms, clap, slide! Shoulder, pop! Skip! Skip! Skip! Skip! Scary swing! Scary swing! Leg, hips! Out, in! Leg, hips! Out, in! Step, step, arms, arms! Step, step, arms, arms! And so on...

The dance was interrupted in parts by Billy's song, which as he began to turn would be his last words. "Cause this is thriller, thriller night! And no ones gonna save you from the beast about strike. You know its thriller, thriller night. You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight. Cause this is thriller, thriller night! Girl I can thrill you more than any ghoul who's ever danced right. Woo hoo! So let me hold you tight and share a-- killer! chiller! thriller night! Cause this is thriller!"

With Billy in the lead, the zombies began to skip down the street musically in search of their next victims.

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His new neighbor had been kind enough to inform him that there were dead people walking around outside, eating other people. He wasn't sure if he would have noticed it before, as there hadn't seemed to be many of them when he'd first left the Manchester, but the longer he stayed out, the more they seemed to multiply. It seemed to him that every few minutes a dozen more of the things were shambling around in large groups looking for meat.

Jesse spent some time collecting what he could in the way of supplies, but he couldn't do very much he found. He got the very basics from about a dozen stores around the city. Everybody seemed to be collecting what they could, however they could. And he wasn't about to punch out a little old lady just to get his hands on one extra gallon of water.

It was all locked away in one of the only churches the City had. It was the biggest, and had actual pews instead of seats, which none of the others did. Big, heavy wooden doors, and no windows low down where they could be broken into easy. There was the added bonus of the choral balcony, where anybody could look out onto the rest of the city below. Perhaps a sniper could be set up there. The unfortunate thing would be the breaking of the stained glass. It wasn't the religious loss for Jesse, but the aesthetic one. As much as he might have disliked God and the church, he couldn't deny the beauty of the stained glass. But it would have to be done.

There was room enough for a lot of people there. Plus a basement they could hide in if it all came to that. There was a confessional for extra hiding, as well as the sacristy just in case. And a small hallway leading to the priest's quarters which had a kitchen, and an additional bathroom.

He could take care of people here. And hopefully they'd show up with additional supplies. There was just enough butcher's paper and paint in the supply closet for him to make a sign that he hung over the front doors.

It read, simply

"SAFETY"

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!*

The zombies had taken over quickly.

So quickly in fact that she had had to protect herself using fire to make it to her work.

She knew that her boss, Dr. Venkman would be there. And she wanted to try and help any other innocents along the way. She'd found a couple of people cowering in an alleyway. They had made it through only by luck. But they weren't safe, so she brought them along.

There was a basement in the Ghostbuster building where there was only one entrance. It would be safe enough to hide out.

Her flame came in very handy when it came to flaming zombies.

It was amazing how quickly they went up in flames.

She opened the door to quickly, yelling, "Where are you Dr. Venkman? I have some people who need a place to hide out. Hello?? Dr. Venkman?"

After a whole huge messy brawl occurring between Tabs, Dick, and some ugly guys which messed up half of the pizza parlor (by the way, TOTES not their fault), the two of them were strolling innocently on their way out of the place and out on the sidewalk. Okay, Tabs was running out, Dick, hobbling. Same thing.

Unfortunately for them both, it was raining, and their victory inside is dampened by a lack of umbrella for either of them. "Aw man!" she whined, holding a hand up to shield her eyes from the rain as best she could. Across the street, some guy was slowly moving across the way, sluggish and...odd. At the same time, a car was driving way too fast especially when the roads where this slick.

Eyes bugging out at the soon to be horrific disaster, Tabitha began moving towards the guy, waving and yelling "WATCH OUT," trying to get his attention any way she could, not realizing how close she herself was to danger. From the car of course.