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Zombiefield - Should have stayed home
Sep. 18th, 2011 10:33 pm[A] - Phonecall home for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
welljustwatchme and/or backinblackcity
Canada? Hilda? If one of you are there you should say so.
[B] - Phonecall
Hello? I need-- I need someone. It's strange . . .this is Netherlands and I'm at the pharmacy; there's--
[And he's no longer on the line.]
[C] - The Pharmacy
[Yes, he went to work this morning. He went to work most mornings, though not as often as he had when he first got here. It wasn't rare for him to take two days off in a row . . . but this wasn't one of those times. Too bad. What he first notices are customers coming into the store . . . but not leaving. They weren't lining up at the counter either, the drones were simply there.
Of course, it was hard to miss when a few started attacking the others as well; definitely impossible not to notice when a moment later one of the drone co-workers got bit on the arm. Bit?
Yes, bit.
And tried to bite another drone. Okay. After hauling the drone co-workers over the pharmacy counter, Holland slammed the glass windows shut and locked them, locking the door that led behind the counter as well. He had just enough time to make a few phone calls before he heard glass breaking; there were drones in the hallway and the only place he could go was the broom closet, locking the door. It didn't seem like anything would get to him any time soon; the drones seemed weak and more brainless than usual. It wasn't as if he'd never seen a zombie film, he just hadn't quite connected things in his mind. . .hopefully somebody would come. He had his handgun on him, but only a few spare bullets.]
welljustwatchme and/or backinblackcityCanada? Hilda? If one of you are there you should say so.
[B] - Phonecall
Hello? I need-- I need someone. It's strange . . .this is Netherlands and I'm at the pharmacy; there's--
[And he's no longer on the line.]
[C] - The Pharmacy
[Yes, he went to work this morning. He went to work most mornings, though not as often as he had when he first got here. It wasn't rare for him to take two days off in a row . . . but this wasn't one of those times. Too bad. What he first notices are customers coming into the store . . . but not leaving. They weren't lining up at the counter either, the drones were simply there.
Of course, it was hard to miss when a few started attacking the others as well; definitely impossible not to notice when a moment later one of the drone co-workers got bit on the arm. Bit?
Yes, bit.
And tried to bite another drone. Okay. After hauling the drone co-workers over the pharmacy counter, Holland slammed the glass windows shut and locked them, locking the door that led behind the counter as well. He had just enough time to make a few phone calls before he heard glass breaking; there were drones in the hallway and the only place he could go was the broom closet, locking the door. It didn't seem like anything would get to him any time soon; the drones seemed weak and more brainless than usual. It wasn't as if he'd never seen a zombie film, he just hadn't quite connected things in his mind. . .hopefully somebody would come. He had his handgun on him, but only a few spare bullets.]
