[ log ] zombie apoc au

[danzan]

IT'S THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. in the early 2010's, a dramatic rise in stillborn babies with the X-Gene swept the world. five years later, these stillborn babies rose from their graves looking the exact age they should be -- only they were braindead and after fresh meat. and even more followed. details 1. the original "virus" is a mutation of the X-Gene. there is no cure. 2. exchanging fluids with an infected person will cause you to turn (whether being bitten and having their saliva enter your bloodstream, having their blood splashed into your mouth and accidentally swallowing, etc.). 3. within 6 hours of infection, you turn feverish. within 24 hours, you lose control of bowel movements. within 48, you lose all motor functions. within 72, you die, and are "brought back" five minutes after your heart stops. 4. the infection started with mutants, but anyone can turn (including animals). 5. turned mutants not originally born with the condition have sporadic bursts of the power they possessed when they were living. 6. zombies die when their brains are destroyed.

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I am weeeeeak

[speed_of_snark]

[He laughs acidly but says nothing. He watches the entire serving operation with some amusement, and when the tin is offeted to him he smirks and holds up a finger.

He goes into his bag and produces a spork.]

Et vòila.

[He accepts the tin and helps himself to some of the beans, then passes it back - spork included - to Logan.]

I ran into a group of Americans. They figured there were no undead in Canada because it's too cold. Pity for them it was only September on the West Coast and therefore fifteen fucking degrees.

Still. It's not the dumbest idea in principle. I'm going to try the Northwest Territories.

its ok me too i mean i... made this fucking open post in the first place

[danzan]

[ Logan almost says something stupid along the lines of I grew up there.

Instead, he scoffs. ] Doesn't account for the mutant infected.

[ He eats a few mouthfuls before handing the tin back. He's not quite as concerned with eating; plants and fruit, at least, don't get mutated like animals do, and Logan's good at finding those.

Jean-Paul owns a fucking spork. Maybe canned stuff's what he's used to. ]

You're-- what, stupid fast? You can just go wherever the hell you want.

Mistake to settle down anywhere, anyway.

[speed_of_snark]

I know. But it cuts the numbers down.

[Of course he has a spork. Three world has gone to hell but he's not a savage.]

Stupid fast, ouais. That doesn't always matter. [He studies the fire, resolutely not crying.]

You get tired of running.

[danzan]

World like this don't give much of a choice.

[ Jean-Paul's not taking the tin, so Logan's going to eat a bit more before holding it out again. He's more or less relinquishing what's left to him.

He sees the appeal of having a place to settle in, but he's also fairly certain there isn't a point to it. Maybe if the undead couldn't use their powers, but... ]

You get a couple months tops before something finds you, and you'll have to run again. [ His expression sours. ] ...by then you'll be attached to home. And you'll have to lose it all over again.

[speed_of_snark]

[He doesn't want to eat, not really, but hi s metabolism is demanding. He takes the tin and eats. When he hands it back he looks at Logan with furious grief.]

I've already lost everyt'ing. What's one house in comparison?

You're as clueless as anyone about what comes next. So do me a favour and don't treat me like I'm some idiot child.