Cosplayers vs. Zombies

By Static. 27/02/10, 04:16 am

I'M MOTHER physics FRANK WEST, MAN. AWESOME!!! And eerily appropriate Very Happy

I love the pole dancing line XD!

By Pyro. 27/02/10, 04:26 am

I was watching some Dead Rising stuff when I was writing this and I decided I had to stick you and JP in as action photographers~ xD

Besides, someone HAD to be cosplaying Frank West. Most badass journalist ever, bar none. <3

By **Admin**. 27/02/10, 06:10 am

Remind me never to let you near construction tools, by the way Pyro. >_>

Also, I'm going to pick Jess up from the airport soon. I need to find a belt sander. 8|

**Guest** Guest

well.. after reading this I had a dream about it 8D

By Rocky. 27/02/10, 06:23 am

.... Should I be worried about that tooth in my cheek?
Because I am.

Awesome stuff, Py <3

By Li-Bai. 27/02/10, 07:26 am

Your enthusiasm for construction tools is amazing, Pyro xD

Quote :: "JVCA’s blood was beginning to dry, and it was making her wig all sticky…"

Ewww xD Does JVCA get a reprieve?

omgyaywellingtonites<3

By **JVCA**. 27/02/10, 08:52 am

You guys should have harvested my organs to use as projectile weaponry.

By KotoneVersus. 28/02/10, 02:54 am

I want mooooooar.

By Pyro. 07/04/10, 10:20 am

Quote :: Walking through the zombies on the way to the second floor domestic arrivals area was to the cosplayers like walking through a field of flowers: joy filled their hearts and they skipped merrily on. Blood was everywhere, staining the carpet ten shades of crimson. Chainsaws and drills found themselves jammed into and swung through hordes of helpless zombies, staggering around the cosplayers for sweet, sweet flesh.
“Four hundred!” Rocky called out, as she drove a drill into the chest of the next attacker.
“One hundred and sixty!” Admin replied.
“Forty two!” Aura added.
“Twenty nine!” Pyro shot out a zombie standing a fair distance away.
“Over nine thousand!” Running into a nearby crowd, swinging about a set of swords they had found inside someone’s baggage, s-in-c dispatched a variety of zombies with incredible grace and speed.
“Alright, Pyro loses: you have to try and find the next boss zombie,” Rocky said with a smirk.
“We’re calling them boss zombies now?” Running over to a nearby wall, Pyro plugged in the belt sander and powered it up, before slamming it into the face of an advancing zombie. The flesh tore away with a satisfying noise.
“Well, yeah, ‘cause that’s what they are,” Admin rolled his eyes, and waved his chainsaw about, cutting up the zombie coming at him.
“This isn’t a video game, Admin,”
“So?” Deciding the zombie didn’t seem dead enough, he rammed the chainsaw into what little remained of its torso.
“So, we should call them something different. Like, I dunno…” Unplugging the belt sander, Pyro whipped out her rifle again, and fired a quick shot at the gooey mess that had once been the zombie’s head. “… BFZs?”
“BFZs?”
“Big effin’ zombies.”
“Too technical,” s-in-c interjected. “’Boss zombies’ works fine for me.”
“What she said,” The group reunited, the area around them cleared of the living dead.
“So, Pyro,” Rocky slapped a hand on the girl’s shoulder, making her jump a bit. “Now we’ve decided on what to call them, go and find some. ‘Kay?” Grumbling and scuffing her feet against the floor, Pyro stumbled off, rifle slung over her shoulder.
“While she’s doing that, who wants to loot the corpses?” Admin asked the remaining cosplayers.
“What?” Aura looked appalled.
“Well, like, cosplay’s a really expensive hobby, and I think it’d be a good opportunity to get some money to pay back Lost in Shangri-La for those wigs.”
“I see your point,” Rocky dove for an elderly man with a wallet hanging out of his pocket, and the theft only spiraled from there…

Meanwhile, Pyro was busy riding the escalator to the second floor. No zombies in sight: but was that good, or bad? Reloading her rifle, she readied herself for attack… but as she stepped off at the second story, there was nothing. Quiet—too quiet. Walking towards the Koru Club entrance, hoping to find something to hunt, she crept slowly through the doorway. Grabbing a mint from the bowl on the desk as she entered, she jammed it in her mouth, and glanced about. Blood, everywhere, but no zombies. Something had made short work of whatever was in here… and that ‘something’ had somehow gotten rid of the corpses, as well.

Looking around the main room, she frowned as she realized that there was a very faint sound coming from back in the main arrivals area. Exiting the Koru Club, leaving the blood behind, she breathed quietly, wondering what she’d find. The noise sounded like someone eating, crunching down loudly on some kind of particularly crunchy food. Turning a corner, Pyro closed her eyes and aimed her gun at the source of the noise, a chill running through her. Letting herself look for a moment, she saw a strange sight…

A woman—or, rather, a girl—with huge, drooping pieces of skin on her shoulder-blades. The girl was tearing into a dead man, and it was obvious from her bloated frame, he hadn’t been the first one she’d eaten that day. Pulling out her cell-phone from a pocket, Pyro sent a quick text to s-in-c telling her to bring the others upstairs—the next boss had been found. Once she had alerted the others, Pyro lined the rifle up for a shot, figuring that she may as well get the fight started quickly. Blasting the zombie in the back, Pyro shuddered as it turned around, revealing blank white eyes.

Letting out a bellow, the zombie began to climb to its feet. As she did so, all of the fat in her body seethed around her, shooting about under her skin like it was alive, racing to the skin on her back. Collecting inside it, it began to push the skin around and fill it, changing it from a draping, fabric like formation, into… wings. Cracks sounded out as something hard snapped together in the different sections of the wings, and then, in the blink of an eye, dappled brown feathers protruded from them. The girl spun to face Pyro properly, revealing webbed feet and hands, and a crusty orange formation around her mouth. She had bright ginger hair, and her ripped clothes barely covered her now-slender body, which had processed all the excess food into its new, inhuman appendages. Laughing as the identity of the zombie registered with her, Pyro aimed her gun once again, ready to fire.
“You’re an interesting one, aren’t you, Duckeh?”

The monster shrieked at the sound of its name, and went charging at Pyro, flapping its wings and baring its claws, just like an angered duck.

I am sick of things like Resident Evil where humans inexplicably grow wings and giant spikes when they turn into zombies, and there's no explanation of where the excess mass came from. Thus, we get cannabalistic zombie Duckeh who needs food to grow wings, thank you very much.

Also, I apologise for the lateness of the chapter. 8D I had a lot of work to do recently~

By KotoneVersus. 07/04/10, 10:25 am

MMMM HOT ZOMBIE DUCKEH~

Now write more. 8D

*applauds*

By Li-Bai. 07/04/10, 12:20 pm

You had me at the ginger hair, haha. Wink

Yaayy, you really did write more! Brava! Brava! Bravissima!

By collarander. 14/04/10, 05:46 am

LOL! @ the line "Hey guys I found a chainsaw" XD
Because it's just one of those things we find lying on the ground sometimes right? ...not to mention, on the ground at an airport XD

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