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fandomhigh2013-03-06 08:59 am
bitten_notshy) wrote in fandomhigh2013-03-06 08:59 am
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Supernatural Studies, Wednesday, Period 1
Class met in the danger shop today, which was programmed to look like a deserted urban streetscene of chain-link fences and dilapidated brick buildings. It might look slightly familiar to some of the more pop culture-savvy students, but only some distant moans revealed anything was amiss.
The only slightly off notes were the shack in one corner of the lot, helpfully labelled COFFEE HUT, in which students might find an array of hot beverages, and one equally helpfully labeled ARMORY that held an array of handguns, flamethrowers, and some more ... esoteric weapons. (The Danger Shop kept popping a box of records in there, and Jack left it.)
"Welcome," he said, after the students were gathered but before they could get too creeped out. "This is our session on zombies. In historical terms, the antecedents are stories about magic users animating corpses for their own purposes. But in many worlds, that's -- let us say evolved -- into the concept or even the reality of zombiehood as a communicable disease, spread by biting or contact with the body fluids of the undead. Those are the ones you see at Caritas and in whatever horrible movie Syfy is showing this week. Most move very slowly but some are fast. They eat human flesh and organs, especially brains, and can keep going until until their heads are destroyed no matter how rotted their bodies appear."
He glanced nervously to the side as he realized the moaning was getting louder. "And today, you'll fight them. I know normally this class is all about tolerance, but some things can't be tolerated. Weapons are in the armory, headshots and fire work best to kill them, and if you get bitten you'll be locked out of the simulation for the rest of the class." A beat as the first zombie lumbered into view and ... began a dance routine. "Good luck."
The only slightly off notes were the shack in one corner of the lot, helpfully labelled COFFEE HUT, in which students might find an array of hot beverages, and one equally helpfully labeled ARMORY that held an array of handguns, flamethrowers, and some more ... esoteric weapons. (The Danger Shop kept popping a box of records in there, and Jack left it.)
"Welcome," he said, after the students were gathered but before they could get too creeped out. "This is our session on zombies. In historical terms, the antecedents are stories about magic users animating corpses for their own purposes. But in many worlds, that's -- let us say evolved -- into the concept or even the reality of zombiehood as a communicable disease, spread by biting or contact with the body fluids of the undead. Those are the ones you see at Caritas and in whatever horrible movie Syfy is showing this week. Most move very slowly but some are fast. They eat human flesh and organs, especially brains, and can keep going until until their heads are destroyed no matter how rotted their bodies appear."
He glanced nervously to the side as he realized the moaning was getting louder. "And today, you'll fight them. I know normally this class is all about tolerance, but some things can't be tolerated. Weapons are in the armory, headshots and fire work best to kill them, and if you get bitten you'll be locked out of the simulation for the rest of the class." A beat as the first zombie lumbered into view and ... began a dance routine. "Good luck."
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