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fandomhigh2015-10-08 07:12 am
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Hunting 101, Thursday
Sam had sent a message to the students to meet him at the Danger Shop today. When they arrived, they'd find themselves in a city setting late at night, standing on a deserted street.
"Hey guys," Sam said, grinning excitedly. "Today, I thought we'd get in some practical practice." Before he could continue, a moaning noise came from a few blocks away, thankfully low and distant. "So, one of the things people like to joke about being prepared for is the zombie apocalypse, but really, zombies are no joking matter. Really, nothing in the 'undead and wants to chomp on you' category is a joking matter, but at least some creatures can be reasoned with. Zombies... well, in most lore, there's usually not much left of their human side, so trying to convince them not to eat you with reasons and facts isn't going to work."
He pointed to a table with a variety of knives, machetes, crossbows, aerosol cans, and lighters. "Unfortunately, the only way to protect yourself from a zombie is to take them out of the picture. This side is close range," he said, pointing to the sharp and pointys. "It can be easier to fight with these kinds of weapons, but you run the risk of getting close enough to bite. The other side is your long range. Crossbows and the like can be good if you know how to use them. Anyone can use an aerosol can and a lighter." Sam grabbed a can and a lighter and took a few steps back, showing off the makeshift flamethrower. "Effective and easy to use, but you run into the possibility of hitting your own friends or accidentally setting them on fire, and that's no kind of help."
"There are a pack of zombies about four blocks away who will shamble their way over here within a few minutes," Sam continued. "Pick your weapon of choice, and see how well you can defend yourself and your classmates. You can also choose not to fight, there's no shame in it. But you have to tell me what you'd do instead - be a lookout? Provide first aid? In an apocalypse, everyone's got to play their part." And if they were lucky, they'd never have to put that statement to the test.
"Hey guys," Sam said, grinning excitedly. "Today, I thought we'd get in some practical practice." Before he could continue, a moaning noise came from a few blocks away, thankfully low and distant. "So, one of the things people like to joke about being prepared for is the zombie apocalypse, but really, zombies are no joking matter. Really, nothing in the 'undead and wants to chomp on you' category is a joking matter, but at least some creatures can be reasoned with. Zombies... well, in most lore, there's usually not much left of their human side, so trying to convince them not to eat you with reasons and facts isn't going to work."
He pointed to a table with a variety of knives, machetes, crossbows, aerosol cans, and lighters. "Unfortunately, the only way to protect yourself from a zombie is to take them out of the picture. This side is close range," he said, pointing to the sharp and pointys. "It can be easier to fight with these kinds of weapons, but you run the risk of getting close enough to bite. The other side is your long range. Crossbows and the like can be good if you know how to use them. Anyone can use an aerosol can and a lighter." Sam grabbed a can and a lighter and took a few steps back, showing off the makeshift flamethrower. "Effective and easy to use, but you run into the possibility of hitting your own friends or accidentally setting them on fire, and that's no kind of help."
"There are a pack of zombies about four blocks away who will shamble their way over here within a few minutes," Sam continued. "Pick your weapon of choice, and see how well you can defend yourself and your classmates. You can also choose not to fight, there's no shame in it. But you have to tell me what you'd do instead - be a lookout? Provide first aid? In an apocalypse, everyone's got to play their part." And if they were lucky, they'd never have to put that statement to the test.
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Fire pretty!
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Probably just one of those things, like a half-remembered nightmare or a movie she'd seen late at night while distracted by schoolwork.
Still, she couldn't help but shudder as Sam kept talking.
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Instant lookout and long-range shot, and she could slide down fast enough if needed. And it didn't sound like these things were smart enough to look up in the first place.
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Her feet swung back-and-forth beneath her as she peered down at Four. "What'd you pick?"
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It would be really valuable back at the carnival, to have another skill that she could step-in with when they needed to shake-up the acts.
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The first zombie began shambling toward them and he hit it straight in the eye with his knife.
"Pretty good" was slightly underselling his skills.
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She waited until it was within 150 yards, and then fired. Her shot caught it square in the chest, and it staggered back a few steps but then kept coming. "Hey now! That was a perfectly respectable shot! Fall over already!"
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"Fair warning, there's about to be a real explosion," Frank called out. "This is not pretend, and that dirty martini bomb is extremely--" An explosion knocked the group of zombies over. Several were on fire, many more were in little bitty pieces that were also on fire. "--Well, you know." Frank sipped his drink, handled his machete, and started chopping the mostly whole zombies into little bitty pieces the slow way without any concern that he might be zombied.
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Instead, she'd grabbed a machete and got to work. If she was three times faster than any human, the multiplier compared to zombies was much higher. She could dart through an entire crowd of zombies, hacking and slashing, dancing out of the way before any of of them could touch her with rotting hands.
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