luministi | [Audio, Video] S3-3

[When Flynn's CAT cuts in, it's just the audio. Presumably the scuffle that can be heard has had something to do with the device becoming active. The sounds of a struggle go on for a few more moments before the moans of the undead increase in volume and drown out all other sound, including the curious resounding CLANG that happens whenever one of the moans gets especially near the CAT.

Finally there's a sudden break from that and a new scrambling sound.]

Would you... stop---!

[Flynn sounds more strained than he normally tries to be over the CAT. A final CLANG sounds, and the moaning drops off considerably, though it's still in the background. There's a fumbling sound and -- ah-hah! Here's Flynn with the video function on looking considerably worse for the wear.

Earlier he'd enjoyed the hot water and newly available food just like he believes anyone would, but you wouldn't know it now. He's covered in dirt, his sleeve has been ripped off, and there somehow mud smudged on his nose. Not to mention the smattering of cuts and scrapes he seems to have picked up, but so far there are no visible bites.

Still, Flynn has a white-knuckled grip on a cast iron skillet and is frequently sparing a wide-eyed, thin-lipped glance over the side of...

Yes. That's a roof. Flynn's on top of his town home. Sheer determination and the need to not be eaten can drive a man to climb almost anything.]

Is anyone else seeing...?

I mean, come on! I thought we were over the worst of it! Look at these things!

[Flynn's quickly gaining indignation to ward off any fear from earlier. He swings the CAT video to show the unfortunate town denizens down below that are still trying to find a way up without much success. The video flips back over to Flynn, who can't seem to figure out how to continue.]

I don't... is everyone okay? I was on my way to check out the mayor's house some more when these new... people... jumped me. Just between you and me, I don't think they're as friendly as the rest of us have been.

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[If Flynn glances at Ichijou's surroundings, he'll see that Ichijou has accosted exactly one zombie, which he has somehow turned into a disgusting pudding that's splattered all over the floor and walls. And if he takes a good look at Ichijou, he may be able to tell that he accomplished this by knocking it over and stomping on the reanimated corpse repeatedly like an angry bull, as there is a high concentration of zombie pudding saturating his shoes and pants.

Those stains will never come out. This is terrible.

While physically unharmed, Ichijou is in a state of high emotional distress as evidenced from the tears, the shivering, the strained voice, and the being curled up in a little ball in a corner.]

There are that many of them?

[To be honest, Flynn is kind of impressed as he takes in the scene. He would have never pegged Ichijou to have it in him to take down anything bigger than a fly, but he supposes that there's always room to be proven wrong about someone!

Even if that someone looks like one strong breeze might do him in.

Flynn manages to look sympathetic as he answers because, yes. The undead. He's not taking being attacked by them so well himself.]

Out here? That'll be a giant, whopping yes.

...are the labs open? How'd that one get in?

[He surveys Ichijou again, then lifts his pan.]

If more got in, you might want to get you one of these. Frying pans pack more of a wallop than your shoes.

[Typically he wouldn't have it in him (or at least he would've handled it more elegantly), but a combination of someone behind the scenes angering him and the undead getting between him and a kitchen where he could eat to his heart's content sent him on a short-lived rampage, complete with a war-cry of "My name isn't Pachinko, you fucking asshole!"]

I don't know how he got here! I haven't checked the door - I couldn't even get to the kitchen without one of these things coming at me! I think there are more and one of them got Proctor and...

[He pulls his extremities in even closer to his body, as if curling into a tight enough ball will make him disappear entirely.]

I... I just wanted to get some food!

[Flynn nearly rolls his eyes.

There's the Red he knows and loves. Slowly turning into the usual quivering mass of jello.]

Okay, calm down already, Red. It's dead.

[He peers closer at the screen.]

I think. It's hard to tell. It's kinda... gooey.

Anyway. Why don't you wander on over to the kitchen and lock all the doors? We'll find Proctor later. I'm sure he's fine, so you just go make some kind of barricade and have a snack.

[Flynn's fairly sure Proctor is zombie bait, but there's no reason to throw that in Ichijou's face until after the danger is past and it's fair to start teasing him again.]

I know that. I crushed it under my heel inch by inch. But if one managed to get in here, there must be others. So many of them.

It doesn't matter how angry I become, I don't think I have the capacity for violence on such a large scale. Even if I did, I couldn't- Just- Just look at this horrible mess!

But I'm so hungry...

[There's a limit to how tense his muscles can get before they need to relax a little, and it looks like he's reached it. He shakily pulls a compact mirror out of his pocket and opens it to look at his tear-streaked face.]

Do you think I could trick them?

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