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November 14th, 2008

[info]i_howl in [info]we_coexist

Unhappy and undead. (Narrative, open.)

Two days ago. )

Today. )

[info]government in [info]we_coexist

Problems (Simon)

Hot.

She felt too hot. Impossibly hot. Like she might have been sitting in an oven on the surface of the sun. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Her organs felt like they were boiling. She wondered if she managed to find any water to splash on her face, if it would just go up in steam before it got to her skin.

The big green zombie had bitten her right on the back of her leg. Then it had tossed her aside like she was a sack of potatoes. Apparently sweeter treats had come along. It had taken Jennifer a while to be able to stand up. She hadn't wanted to move at all. It hurt so badly. But then a small army of those things had come around the corner a couple of blocks down, and it had motivated her. The only thing worse than being bitten was being eaten to death.

Sweat poured down her face, leaked out of all of her pores.

All she wanted to do was find Simon. Something in her knew that she wasn't going to last like this. And she felt like she needed to see him. Tell him that she had been interested, but work had gotten in the way. Work always got in the way. Jennifer had great regrets about letting her job take over her life. She would do that differently, if she had the chance to go back. Especially here, in this place, where people had an actual working police force. Where they didn't need to pay to have their crimes solved. There was no reason to be so personally involved here.

Jennifer didn't know where Simon would be. All she could do was walk around and call out his name occasionally and hope.

Hope.

[info]cowboy_god in [info]we_coexist

Safety in numbers (continued - OPEN)

continued from here

There were less people than he'd thought there would be. Which was good, he supposed, in the way that they didn't really have to worry about supplies. But it was bad, because it either meant that people hadn't seen his sign, or that they'd all been bitten and there wasn't anybody to come find shelter here.

It worried him.

It also worried him that he hadn't seen Buffy. She hadn't come back to check in, and she hadn't sent anybody in this direction. Nobody wandered in carrying her name on their lips to assure him that she was okay.

There were others he was worried about as well. He'd not seen hide nor hair of them, and he couldn't help but fear that they were monsters now too.

Aside from Zoe and the kids, a few of the City's regular residents had popped in for shelter. Those who didn't come from some place or time outside of this one. They had no special abilities. No extraordinary skills. It was easy to forget about them in day to day life, because they just tended to blend in with the background. These were the people who had no idea that their city was alive, because they'd always lived with it. These were the people who didn't think it was bizarre how the streets and buildings shifted. How people popped in and out of existence. They were the people that needed the most help in this.

Jesse sat, looking out one of the holes in the stained glass in the choral balcony. The streets seemed dead outside. In more ways than one.

[info]i_amwelsh in [info]we_coexist

We Never Saw Zombies Via the Rift! (attn Jack H, The Doctor and Ace. Otherwise Open)

As another round of shots blazed through the alley Gwen Cooper was not taking this very well. She had faced weevils, she had faced various Rift gift creatures and she had heard stories of the Daleks and the Cybermen but this was Cardiff brand weird times about ten. She had texted Jack and opened she would find him very soon (and in one piece).

But for now she was doing what any cop in her shoes would do. She was getting people to safe havens, going on food runs for various shelters and ducking zombies. "At least zombies are kinda like weevils" she observed as she ducked into a coffee shop to get some air. That was when she discovered the trap door that looks like the shop kitchen. Of course being the curious sort she had to take a look around and that was when she found what looked to be a dead ringer for the hub back in Cardiff. That sealed her decision so she called Jack and aimed for his wrist device.

"Jack its Gwen. Come to this address and trust me on this one. I think this place wants you and me back in business, will explain more then."