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Practical Weaponry [Wednesday, Period Four]

Bond waited outside of the Danger Shop until all of his class had arrived. When they went inside, the room had taken on the appearance of a city devoid of life and eerily silent.

"I do hope you all remembered your zombie plans from our first class," Bond said from the doorway, checking his watch. "Since the zombie apocalypse and your final are both scheduled to start in about five minutes. Anyone who's still alive at the end of the class passes. That is unless you managed to cause the undeath of a classmate in the process, in which case you fail. Have fun."

With that he locked the door of the Danger Shop behind them. A faint groaning could be heard in the distance.

[ooc: ~~wait for~~ ocd up and craving spicy brains.]

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Some of the buildings didn't have very secure locks, and some didn't have locks (or doors) at all.

As well as the usual things you might expect to find in the average household, thanks to the Second Amendment you'll be able to find pistols and shotguns, as well as ammo for them both.

Of course, if you can get in, other...people might be able to as well.

Having decided to skip the alleyways, Karla headed towards the buildings. After all, she had a duty to save as many civilians as she could--and certainly wasn't averse to a bit of scavenging.

She did use Craft to pass through walls and doors though. It wasn't an offensive use of her powers (yet) and it wouldn't deny people shelter if there were still civilians inside.

She scoured the the downstairs first, looking for weapons before calling a tentative "Hello? Any survivors here?" Thank the Darkness her training with Triela meant that she could load the pistol easily enough and probably not shoot herself when she used it. She kept her finger on the safety so she could slide it off as needed.

Something moved in the shadows in response.

The shuffling gait suggested it wasn't a survivor.

Sooooo. That was a zombie. Karla cautiously backed up a pace or two. It didn't appear to be anything like the demon-dead of her world. Still, she had to try. "I bring you greeting from the High Lord," she said carefully. "If you are lost and looking for a way back to Hell, I can guide you."

Which would make a pretty good threat if she hadn't been working from a completely different frame of reference. As it was, she was being quite sincere and polite.

"Though I must warn you, I won't hesitate to send you back to the Darkness if you prove to be a threat."

That was a little better.

Either the zombie didn't understand what Karla was saying, or it didn't care. It ambled into the light, sniffing the air. It gave a low groan.

It hadn't worked. Karla really hadn't thought it would, but there was always the possibility.

Of course, now that Karla thought about it, this was all magic made by Professor Bond, who knew nothing of the demon-dead, so really it hadn't been a possibility anyway. Well, Hell's fire.

Karla shifted into the stance Triela had taught her, shifted the safety off and fired. She wasn't an expert marksman, but she was patient and fairly calm. It helped that she didn't really understand what zombies did. It likely took several rounds, but she wasn't going to stop firing until the zombie dropped or she was all out of ~~bubblegum~~ bullets.

With a sound that was likely to put Karla off eating melons for life, the zombie's head exploded, its body swaying in place for several seconds before falling.

Okay. That had been incredibly unpleasant. And, as a Healer, Karla had dealt with some really gross things in her life, but...just wow. And eew.

The moment of revulsion passed--aided by Karla searching the house rather than hanging around in the same room as the creature. She still had a job to do, and that was find any remaining civilians.

Once this house was scoured, she moved onto the next.

Turtle's main focus was to find somewhere high up, a perch from which she could create a barricade to hopefully prevent or at least slow zombies up from getting where she was, and keeping an eye on the place as a whole. Shooting from above, easier to get brains, with a pistol and some extra ammo, but she had a two-by-four with a nail in it in case she needed to break and run or pursue one up close.

First, though, she had to get in. She carefully stuck close to the edge of the building, looking for an open window or hole that she could slip into; busting down the door would draw too much attention.

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Turtle might have wanted to work quickly though, as there were a couple of zombies slowly shuffling down the road.

And none to soon! It was just when they started their shuffling that Turtle did, in fact, notice a nice window that looked like it hadn't been as fortunate for someone else, but was very lucky for her, assuming she could get into it. Carefully, she put the safety on her gun before tucking it into the waistband of her jeans, and she tried to be quiet as she slipped her two-by-four through the window first. She jumped up, grabbed a hold of the ledge and started to pull herself in.

The low groan might have been an indication to Turtle that the zombies had seen her and were headed towards her. Good thing they weren't in any hurry, but it would be cutting it close.

Oh, crap.

Turtle knew there wasn't much time to be glad that she got in before the zombies got to her if they were headed her way, and she took a quick look around the room to see what was in it. She looked for anything that could barricade the window, but saw little that could help her. There was a door to a hallway down the way, though, it looked like, so she got up and hurried as quick as she could without making noise to get behind that door.

As Turtle got to the door, the first hand reached into the room. A low groan could be heard as the zombie tried to clamber its way in as best it could with only minimal brain activity. The other zombie was nowhere to be seen. Wasn't that worrying?

Almost as worrying as the fact that the door wasn't actually closing. Whoever was in here before had broken the hinges just enough that it wasn't in the least bit useful. Turtle breathed a bad word that will not be repeated, but then she found the staircase leading up and, taking out her gun, and then changing her mind and taking up her two-by-four with the nail in it, she started to ascend the stairs.

The fact that zombies couldn't handle doorknobs meant that Turtle gained some time as the zombies slowly pushed the door open through leaning on it. But they were still following her.

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Leda took a fire escape up to the roof of a building. There were only two ways up, and she had plenty of views for the exploding of heads.

Several zombies had started to gather at the bottom of the fire escape, thankfully not coordinated enough to climb a ladder. They were attracting attention of other zombies though, and a low grumbling and groaning had started to echo out from the horde. There was no turning back now, unless you wanted to have a death-long cranial craving.

Well no one had said it was a perfect plan. If there was a way to keep them there, while she went another way? This class was good it was making her improvise with her magic.

"Gotta get Triela to give me some more lessons with a gun." She muttered a spell in Elvish that created an illusion of herself on the second to the bottom most level of the fire escape. She had no idea if it would fool the living dead.

The illusion worked at first until the zombies realized that the smell wasn't quite right. Still, it lasted them a good few minutes. In the meantime, there was a quiet thudding coming from the door to the inside of the building, as if someone was banging their head softly against the other side. There didn't seem to be any action coming from that way yet though.

Leda took a deep breath to try to calm herself. This time, she created the illusion on the other side of the street, in full view of the alley. She was realizing coming up here was a mistake and she needed to work on her escape.

The illusion saw the zombies, screamed, and ran.

Now that was more like it! The zombies loved a screamer. The horde turned and went to follow the illusion. It was downwind, so it would take them a while to figure out it wasn't real.

The thudding on the other side of the door kept happening. Slowly.

Leda wanted whoever was banging on that door to stay there. So she cast a phantom noise to knock back. It should last for about half a minute after she left.

Then she descended the fire escape quickly.

The thumper on the other side seemed content with having someone to talk to and kept on thumping. The alleyway below remained clear.

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From his perch on the roof, Kyle could see around pretty well. Zombies were scattered and he was sure he couldn't see all of them. He could see his classmates that were out in the open too. He looked down at the alleyway where he'd just come from to see there was no going back down that way. There were zombies down there.

Unfortunately, he hadn't picked the right building. There were no discarded weapons up here. He was about to try the door leading into the building when he saw the roof of the next building over. It was flat, and lower than this one, and had a tarp as a roof over a table littered with equipment. Someone had been there before. The only catch was he was going to have to risk jumping across the alleyway between the buildings to get there.

Not real, Reese assured himself, and he gave himself a running start before making the jump. He landed, tucked into a roll and looked back at where he'd been once he came to a stop. "I hate doing that." He made his way over to the equipment table. Someone had definitely set up shop here. He helped himself to their stash, taking a shotgun with a strap to sling over his back and stuffed his pockets with ammo. The semi-automatic rifle came next and the bag of ammo went over the other shoulder.

Then he made his way to the edge of the roof, crouched down and started taking potshots at zombies from there. He really should have thought to make sure the roof door was secure first.

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