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?

Comments

[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.