Christian Ozera (lordozera) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-04-20 14:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !taaank!!!, christian ozera, lissa dragomir, rose hathaway |
Who: Christian and Rose and Lissa (both npc'd by writer's permission)
What: Pissing the Tank off with his fire
When: the day of Taaaaaaaaank
Where: Wilderness
Warnings: injuries and violence
It was an ugly son of a bitch. That was Christian's first thought. Big, ugly, dangerous as hell, but mostly it was ugly. He'd seen some crazy shit in his time, but this was completely different. Even when people talked about Glory, they said she could pass for a human. This thing? It could barely pass for a zombie. It looked like a mutated sasquatch without all the body hair.
Christian hadn't asked to go out and fight it. He knew his guardian would be staying back as first string in case it got close enough to the prison. No, Christian hadn't asked if he wanted to come along. He didn't need to. He had Rose.
They were an unbeatable team after all. Rose and Christian had fought and killed zombies together. They fought and killed Strigoi together. So maybe this was a bigger zombie, and maybe it was more dangerous than a strigoi, but they knew what they were doing. He'd attack it with fire and she would shoot the hell out of it. If she needed to distract it, she would and he would have her back with the fire. They seamlessly alternated watching each other's back. They were a team.
People were attacking it from all sides, but some were getting hurt. Everyone was getting frustrated. How many fucking times did you have to shoot it before it would fall? What was it going to take to slow this thing down until it was no longer a threat anymore.
"Stay back," Rose warned him. She might be his friend, but she was also a Guardian. It was her duty to put herself between them. He got it. He may not completely agree with it, but he got it. So he stayed back and he unleashed the fire. Fire everywhere. It singed the zombie and it was not amused. Christian wasn't amused that it wasn't completely on fire. Why wouldn't it just burn to death?
Fire was a good element to control. Most threats, no matter what they were, couldn't handle fire. This thing seemed to be too big for Christian's flames to do any major damage. That only made the young Ozera more pissed off. So he upped the blasts. Careful only to not catch any of the fighters in the crossfire. Rose shot it several times and when she reloaded, he increased the fire again to keep it's attention on him and not her.
Apparently even ugly sons of bitches grew impatient and frustrated when something smaller kept shooting flames at it. Christian never saw the hand coming as it knocked him off his place and then yanked him up into the air. He let out a cry as he heard bones begin to crack beneath the pressure of the grip. The flames shot out again, trying to force it to drop him. He could hear Rose screaming.
"DROP HIM YOU DEAD MOTHERFUCKER."
She was always so eloquent. He closed his eyes as he struggled to breathe. It was nearly impossible beneath the monster's grasp. Then he saw it. Saw Rose shoot it right in the eye and it let out a roar. He fell and someone broke his fall. He couldn't even tell who because he was seeing dark circles swirling in front of his eyes. Coughing, he felt the blood come up.
This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
Rose was there within seconds. A rebel cry from her lips like an avenging angel as she grabbed hold of him, dragging him away from the fight with one hand while unloading her weapon into the zombie's face with the other.
"Hang on, Christian. Fucking hang on. Lissa will fix it. Just hang on."
He heard her on the radio. Lissa would be there. She'd unlikely be alone.
Christian tried to stay awake. Not that it was too hard with Rose being willing to smack him if he looked ready to pass out. "Don't worry. You'll get..." he couldn't finish the joke. He was coughing again.
Then he saw her. The young queen with the beauty of an actual angel. The panic on her features as she placed her hands on him. He could hear others talking. Anger. They wanted to make it pay. They needed him to not die. Who said that? Jill?
"Don't die."
He wasn't going to die.
He knew that as soon as the spirit flared up around him and he was covered in her beautiful miracle of a gift. "Lissa," he murmured, but she shushed him.
It was just as well.
He was succumbing to sleep anyway.