Drink Count: 9 | Things have been OK for me except that I'm a zombie now

[eyesofaserpent]

Backdated to Sunday

A. [Action: Wherever the hell he finds Lyn]

[Crowley is heading into work in his Bentley when he sees... Well, a bunch of what looks like people staggering around. In the middle of the road, even. They don't really look to be in the best of shape. And then he sees a few clustered around a familiar blonde head. He frowns. This doesn't seem right at all and the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end. He rolls down the window.]

Lyn! Need a hand?


B. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[After having taken a bite to the neck, Crowley isn't feeling very well. At least the bleeding stopped...]


C. [Action: About town]

[OH HEY LOOK. It's a Crowley zombie. He doesn't looks terribly happy. And maybe a little hungry.]

There's seriously no cure for this bullshit?

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[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

So c'mon! [If Crowley doesn't get back in the car soon, Lyn is going to clamber into the driver's seat himself. Not that he'll leave without Crowley unless the demon gets completely buried in zombies, but he'll consider it faster than waiting for Crowley to get behind the wheel himself...

And, just as a personal note, Crowley, it would not be wise to trust Lyn behind the wheel of your beloved car. Or any car.

In the meantime, however, he actually reaches out and tries to grab Crowley's shirt to yank him back toward the car. HOW CAN HE INSTILL THE PROPER SENSE OF URGENCY INTO THIS MAN.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[It is just as he is tugged forward and about to get in the car that one of the zombies lunges at him from behind and bites his neck. Crowley lets out a shout of pain and shoves the zombie off him, turning to swing the tire iron into it's head.]

Fuck.

[He slips into the car and slams the door shut. It's only moments before the car roars to life and tears off down the streets. He's careful to avoid running over zombies, but that's because he knows he can't repair his car if it's damaged.]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn, unfortunately, was watching when this happened. And, for reasons Crowley may not immediately understand, he immediately scrambles from the front seat into the back, to put a bit more distance between himself and Crowley.

He's kind of torn here; on the one hand, he's seen what's happening in town, and he's pretty goddamn genre-savvy. He knows damn well what being bitten by a zombie means, and his first instinct is to get the hell away from the other demon before shit really starts going south. But on the other hand...it's his fault Crowley got bitten to begin with. It'd be him going zombified if Crowley hadn't stopped...

So what does he do? It doesn't feel right to just fucking abandon him, in light of that...]

...hey. You know that this zombie shit spreads, right? [If his voice is a bit uneven, it's just because he's out of breath. Right.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Oh, he is familiar with zombie lore. And he's none too pleased. But he drives them back to his own house and parks in the garage. Despite the door having been open, there are no zombies inside and he leaps out of the car to shut the garage door.]

As I recall, I have a couple hours before I turn. Plenty of time for you to secure yourself in the spare bedroom.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn slides out of the car, still watching Crowley. His expression is a strange mix of wariness and guilty discomfort.] I...guess there's nothing we can do about it, hunh? [Then, after a pause - ] Y'know, it'd make a hell of a lot more sense to lock you up.

[eyesofaserpent]

Not gonna happen, mate. Look, once I turn, I'm going to leave this house. I won't come back until after I'm fixed.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Why would you leave when you've got a victim locked in a larder right on hand? [Lyn is still on edge, and it shows.] Even if you do, though, then what am I supposed to do? I can't just stick around here until Mayfield finally gets sick of this newest shit they're pulling.

[eyesofaserpent]

There's plenty of food in the kitchen. You should be alright even if both Kyon and April are here with you. And April is a tough bird, alright?

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

I don't even know who those people are. Besides, what happens if they get infected? Or the zombies get in here? [Lyn is shifting his weight from foot to foot, obviously uneasy.] I'd rather be on the fucking move than trapped someplace.

[eyesofaserpent]

You're in more danger on the move, kid. I can't stop you, but I'm certain my house will be safe.