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[cactusy]

WHO: Sameen Shaw and OPEN
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Fite fite fite
WHEN: Throughout the zombie event
WARNINGS: Zombies/zombie-killing, violence, mild gore

For the umpteenth time since arriving here, Shaw really, really, really wishes she had her gun. Not just a gun, her gun. The tech-heavy energy-based doodads that the Agrii provide are pretty cool, but more as a novelty than anything else, and they're unreliable as hell when the energy storms hit. When she needs a weapon, she wants old-school dependability and familiarity. Which is why she's currently running around the city, fighting off zombies with a metal pipe.

The same people seem to crop up for her, over and over again: a tall brunette woman, a guy in a suit, another guy in a suit. A man in military tactical gear. A man with the same U.S.M.C. tattoo on his forearm that she has on her own. A Middle Eastern woman who shares her facial features. One after the other, she dispatches them all, knocking them down and bashing their heads in always without hesitation, and always with the same stony look on her face. Totally normal behavior! She's fine.

As she works her way through the city, she'll be on the lookout for anyone who might need help: particularly if they're young, scared, or come off as a non-combatant, but also if they're fellow fighters who look like they could use an extra hand. And if anyone seems to be hesitating to kill zombie versions of their own loved ones... welp. For better or for worse, she'll dive right in and do it herself. It needs to be done, as far as she's concerned - regardless of whether the reaction is relief and gratitude, or horror and anger.

[OOC: I'm down for pretty much anything here: co-fighting, getting cornered/overrun, rescuing/being rescued, the works! When it comes to bites, she'll be incorrectly assuming that these zombies are likely to follow traditional zombie rules, so she'll advocate heavily for restraint/isolation/observation for anyone who's bitten, including herself.]

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hahaha true

[thepurpleone]

"-I've got it," Donnie assures, giving his weapon a spin before he slams it into the side of a zombie head. Fighting these things doesn't take much finesse, but they also don't quite respond the same way as someone who's still alive, who knows when there's too much pain that they'll back off.

"Can't keep this up forever though. They'll just keep coming."

[cactusy]

"That's what assists are for," she says dryly - she won't force the issue if he really wants to go it alone, but it does seem to her to be an impractical decision. "Seriously, if you haven't even heard from him - two sets are eyes are better than one, yeah?"

[thepurpleone]

"I-"

He hesitates, mostly to step back from another zombie's wild swing. "Yeah, I know. Thought you meant the zombies-" Donnie sees his opening and rams a foot into the thing's chest, shoving it back. "I've been checking the places people usually go, leaving notes at our place and the university- I don't know if he trusts anyone enough to stick around anywhere with people though."

[cactusy]

"Either-or."

Split up and cover more ground looking for Leo, sticking together and watching each other's backs - either sounds viable to her. She cracks her pole across the knees of the same zombie that Donnie shoves, sending it sprawling to the ground.

"You been resting?"

[thepurpleone]

Donnie lets her take care of things, already making sure nothing else is moving in in the meantime. "I won't disagree to either. We need an escape route," he suggests.

His shoulders hunch slightly at the question. "Yeah," he said, maybe too quickly, but he had been taking breaks, although it wasn't quite the same as taking a nap. Not that the turtle was new to going without sleep, but under the current circumstances it just felt impossible to really do so, not without knowing where Leo was.

[cactusy]

Shaw's no stranger to running on fumes, but as it happens, she has slept recently - more recently than she bets Donnie has, anyway, if that guilty-sounding answer is any indication.

"Look-- if you wanna hunker down, you can do that. I'll look for your brother."

[thepurpleone]

"No- I can still look!" Donnie insists, jerking his head up as another groan sounds. "-but we really need an exit strategy if more are coming this way!"

[cactusy]

"Plowing through them is my exit strategy," Shaw says, with a confidence that might be reassuring, or might just be frustratingly nonchalant. She's on the alert, clearly taking this seriously as she turns to face the sound of the groan - but she's also just as clearly not scared, or even particularly concerned.

"Don't worry. I can take 'em."

[thepurpleone]

"You don't by any chance play football on your off-time back home, do you..." He isn't even going to guess at the correct term for those particular people on a team, he's only eighty percent sure he's even referencing the correct sport.

"Anyway if you're going to plow then I'll wait for your signal."