shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Outside the exclusion zone the infection is getting through Level A Hazmats. Most of my medical supplies- and my safety gear- come from the second quarantine hospital set up, the infection was behaving reasonably there and they still got overrun. I'm looking at the actual fucking apocalypse, I'm not handing over the means of that disaster to anyone no matter how secure you think your shit is. At least I've got supernatural bullshit on my side.

 

Oh, my, somebody else did their job wrong so of course I could never handle it. Let's throw out an entire avenue of potential discovery because it's dangerous. Apocalypses. Hah.

(...)

(bright smile and laugh) Mr. Johnson is rubbing off on me, clearly.

 

yeah i got a lil first aid knowledge and theres not much else you can do
disinfect it sew it shut if it needs shut
patch it up try not to fuck up and break it again
shes not downplaying it
i mean a proper medical degree doctor could probably stick it in a cast but ime a splint does the job bout as well as anything

 

-Ooooooh dear. Now she's pissed. She summons up a little bubble, showing images from the waking world, and thrusts it into Caroline's face at eye level- LOOK.

Spoiler: Apocalyptic shit

-A man hangs out of the bar's second floor window, picking off zombies with a hunting rifle but the sound only attracts the horde. They bash themselves against the windows and door on the floor below, and Cassie knows he'll run out of bullets before he runs out of zombies. For every one that falls twenty more take interest. She writes the bar and the man off, turning down a different street.-

-A small prefab suburban house has been hastily barricaded shut- all the doors and windows covered in boards sloppily nailed in place. A few lie on the ground with bent nails beside them. Inside is thick with the sounds of zombies, and when she peeks between the boards she comes face-to-face with no less than ten zombies, shattered glass stuck in their face. They broke the window long ago, now working on beating down the barricades. The whole house that she can see is packed, and she doesn't want to know how whoever sealed the house managed to get that many inside. Was it intentional or...? No, nevermind, she's getting the fuck out of dodge before they break out-

-as soon as she passes the entrance to the first quarantine the bodies thicken on the ground. Many of them show the signs of Dead Of Zombie- gaping scratches that would have bled out, massive bruising from being bludgeoned to death, the few who died of bites without being infected. But many have obvious bullet wounds, head and chest shots. Deeper inside it only gets worse. Finding a place to step that isn't occupied by a corpse is next to impossible. There are places where they're stacked 3, 4, 5 deep. She almost considers turning back, but where else is she going to get what she needs?-

-A boy in his late teens beats a corpse with a golf club, audibly choking back sobs. He's been at it for a minute- the impact site is practically hamburger. He doesn't hear her when she speaks, but drops the weapon when she touches his arm-

-three survivors, one with a shotgun, the others with melee weapons, approach the farm. Her axe is already in hand. She's standing by the time the shotgun is levelled at her. The demand is given: everything of worth she's got. If she weren't sick of this she'd laugh: she's got a stockpile they couldn't carry out between them. Instead she swings, willing force out from the axehead. They fire a half-second later but it's wild, a slug buries in her left hand and that's it. The marauders aren't so lucky- the one with the gun's chest is carved open and is dead before they hit the ground. Another is hit fatally, but will take a minute to die. They gurgle unsettlingly and the last marauder backs away, their arm crippled but otherwise undamaged- they were at the edge of the strike. Cassie jerks her head towards, an unspoken command: get the fuck out, and moves to stand over the dying. The survivor watches for a moment more as she brings the axe down one last time, then runs like their ass was on fire before decides they're still a threat-

Yeah a cast would be best, don't want the bone to move too much while it's healing, but I'm back at the farm and not planning on taking any hikes until it heals. Just gotta go easy on it for now.

 

(Staaaaares. Raises her eyebrows at Cassie. REFUSES TO SHOW ANY WEAKNESS)

 

No.

 

right on right on
hopefully shit stays chill for a while before satans asshole pinches off a fresh new load of bs for you to deal with
sounds all kinds of chaotic

 

(She glares for a second longer, then shrugs.) Whatever you say; it's purely hypothetical anyway. Waste of effort to get worked up about it, don't you think?

(The most dazzling and insincere smile yet! Then she goes back to making sketches of the robots.)

 

It's fine as long as I don't go into town. The farm is quiet except for the occasional asshole who'd decided guns and scared people means profit. I just had to make another run because it's getting cold and I wanted to be sure I'm prepped for winter.

I have a sweater pile now, at least.

 

Yikes. I'm suddenly very, very glad for the mutagen resin's low infectivity.

 

Zombie apocalypse: not near as fun as the video games make it look.

 

What are you drawing?

 

(Tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration, she puts the finishing touches on a sketch of one of the nearby mechs' hip joint and holds it up to show to Archive, at least as well as she can given the size difference.)

I thought my boss might be interested in how you all are put together. I've never seen anything like you!

(She's interested too, but shh.)

 

I highly doubt that your sketches would be of any help for that.

 

Believe me, I'd love to get up close and personal! (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

But you seemed a little busy.

 

Yeah, no. Doesn't sound like it.

 

That's lovely art! Somewhat risque, however.

 

Err... thank you, I am flattered but I don't think that would be advisable, let alone possible.

 

(...?)

OH.

Nooooo.

 

-Archive shrinks herself down to just a few feet taller than Caroline.-

Um. Greetings!