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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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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.

Upstairs, Turtle seemed to have better luck with doors, easily finding a bedroom, ducking into it and shutting the door behind her. She looked for a lock, found one, threw it, and then immediately took to dragging a nearby dresser in front of it.

Since leaning on the first door had worked so well, the zombies tried leaning on this one as well. A plaintive 'braaaaaaaaains' came out as the door refused to budge.

Breathing for the first time since she got in the house, really, Turtle sighed with relief and shook her head, feeling incredibly grateful that zombies were so darn stupid. It was time for the next order of business. She switched her two-by-four from hand to hand to wipe the sweat from her palms and get a better grip, and then carefully edged toward the closet of the room, just to make sure there weren't any zombies in there that would come out at the worst time possible later.

Only someone with a sometimes cruel and ironic sense of humour would have programmed something like that into the simulation.

So naturally there was indeed a zombie in the closet, groaning softly to itself as it dreamed of spicy brains and waited for its cue to spring out.

Gah, she knew it! There was always a zombie in the closet.

Turtle swung back quickly and then forward, hoping to get the nail sticking out of the two-by-four right in the zombie's head.

And, if that (and her aim) failed, she was going to kick it in the shins and try again.

The nail did connect quite solidly with the zombie's head, however it wasn't quite enough to destroy its brain, so now there was a zombie stagger around with a plank nailed to its head.

"Oh, for crying out--" Turtle staggered back a few steps, pulling out her gun, undoing the safety, and just getting right to it by shooting out its brains. She wanted to save ammo, but, alas.

And that was the end of Planky the zombie. Woe.

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