23. It's A Nice Machete
- Location
- USA
[X]Take the time to explain that the zombies are dead, and just need to be put down.
[X]One of the soldiers has a machete. That's close enough to a sword for now.
Saturday 12 May 2001
6:30 AM (Day)
Willpower: 4/4 (in control)
Hunger: 11/30 (very hungry)
Power: 4.1
[X]One of the soldiers has a machete. That's close enough to a sword for now.
Saturday 12 May 2001
6:30 AM (Day)
Willpower: 4/4 (in control)
Hunger: 11/30 (very hungry)
Power: 4.1
Assess your resources, but quickly, before that dead grandpa bites the nice young man's face off.
"They're dead. Very dead. Deader than I am. Bruce, explain to the nice young-" men is actually inaccurate, hm, "People. Finn, please go fetch that fire axe from the corridor, there's a good man."
The zombie is stronger than the young man, and it's clawing at him with its free hand. He's bleeding.
You wish you'd worn better shoes as you kick it squarely in the face. That dislodges it, but now it has hold of your leg, and you're between the other two and the soldiers. One of the zombies grabs at you from behind. On the plus side, it seems somewhat confused by you. Are you food? Audiences are unsure.
"Machete, please," you order the young woman who brought it.
She fumbles, tossing it to you sheath and all. You don't wait for the zombie grabbing at you from behind to decide if you're food. You punch it in the nose with the hilt of your sword, take a moment to unsheathe the thing, and cut its grabbing arm off.
That decides it, and it lunges at you. Normally, you could just meet the hit and have it bounce off. It's daylight. You misjudge the weight and it knocks you to the ground, bleeding blackly all over you.
That's when the guns start firing. In an enclosed space, the only thing you can think is loud. Loud, loud, loud. Ow.
You're not sure where your own feet are, let alone anyone else or any zombies, except the one trying to bite your face off. He appears to be an EMT, how depressing. You stab him firmly in the back and use the leverage to get him off you so you can lop his head off.
Time to reassess. Still have machete, good. Two – three zombies on the ground, good. Dr. Finn clutching fire axe like a particularly martial teddy bear. Good.
"We're supposed to be keeping them for the CDC, not executing them," an older man is telling Bruce. An officer? Who the hell knows. "Stand down."
"They're magical reanimated corpses, not plague victims," you inform him, pushing yourself to your feet and kicking your zombie head into a corner for later. You are covered in zombie ichor, but at least your new machete is a comforting and familiar weight in your hand. It's a solid black blade, about as long as your forearm, with a single sharp edge and a bit of a curve at the tip. Aside from a lack of bucket handle, it reminds you firmly of a cutlass. You actually know how to use a cutlass, more or less.
"By your reckoning, so are you, whoever the hell you are. Should I start by shooting you?"
You double check the other two zombies in this room – the five in the other room are standing quietly, not yet shuffling your way. Both are missing significant portions of their heads, good. That's three out of the way. The man on the ground is shaking, but no longer blocking the door, the woman you borrowed the machete from having dragged him out of the way.
"No, because I'm helping. Now, are you going to put these nice people out of their misery?"
"I have my orders."
"Bruce?"
"Sorry. Orders."
That would be why he was happy to see you, then. He doesn't want to disobey, but he knows you can't just leave people's corpses wandering around. It would be almost enough to make you like him, if his existence wasn't horrible.
The officer points his gun at you.
"Actually, it's a good point. You'd better wait in there with the rest of them. Seems like you've had a different reaction than the rest, could be useful."
"This is a mistake," you say quietly, but you don't move. You do not think you are currently fast enough to dodge bullets.
"Either they're alive and I'm avoiding a murder charge, or they're dead, and what do I care? They can wait a while."
You are a spirit of the restless and forgotten dead, unburied and unloved. This man is disrespectful of the dead. Would he want to wander the earth, killing his colleagues and friends, held to a mockery of life by a necromancer's spell?
You should not kill a man in front of a vampire hunter.
[]Kill him anyway.
[]Toss him in with the zombies and see how he likes it.
[]Go quietly. You can kill five zombies with a machete. Probably.
[]Write-in
Last edited:
