- Samhain Objective:
- Night Of The Living Dead (4x Pumpkin Pops )
The user has done a topic with 2 others outside of Samhain in which they have to deal with a zombie attack. Each participant must write at least 2000 words. This must be done in at least 4 posts.
No sooner had the last dying rays of sunlight passed beneath the horizon did the rotting carcass of a ship violently breach the once calm surface of the ocean. The ship's bow had pierced through the water at a forty-five degree angle until most of the vessel was exposed, and then its forward momentum ceased, only to thunderously drop the belly of its hull back down onto the sea. Wood stained green from algae and black from rot composed the ship's uncanny bulk, and damp and ragged sails swelled eerily on their own accord to propel the large bulk forward across the windless sea. For such a damaged ship its speed was unnatural, and its pace only quickened as it cut a straight line through the waves towards shore. The ship didn't slow down as it closed the distance to its prey. Frantic spectators were sent running from the pier as the vessel eventually collided with it, cleaving the wooden structure just as easily as it did the ocean until the large boat beached itself.
Serafina had been inside a tea shop on the pier when the ship plowed into the boardwalk. The impact shook the building a little, and she had to carefully hold her cup in both hands to prevent the hot liquid from spilling onto herself. Large windows lined the front of the shop, but the wind mage had been too absorbed in her pleasant drink to concern herself with the outside world. Only when one of the other shop patrons seated next to the glass panes rose out of his seat to exclaim: 'oh my god,' did the former nun shift her gaze.Outside she couldn't see what had caused the commotion, but she could see onlookers gawking at something out of sight further down the pier.
"To interrupt such a peaceful moment, it wouldn't surprise me at all if there was a god outside," spoke the woman softly before sipping at her tea to savor one final taste. Her enjoyment was cut short by the sound of screaming outside. Sera placed her cup down on the table as she again glanced at the windows. The people on the other side of the glass were running from something in a panic now. She half considered finishing her tea before investigating, but it sounded like people were being attacked what with all the noise. Begrudgingly, Serafina stood up from her seat and exited the tea shop and stepped into the cool night air.
When she saw the ship stuck in the pier her gaze was inevitably drawn up towards the black flag waving ominously from the top of its mast. Returning her gaze back down she noticed the ship's crew were jumping down to the pier with swords in hand. They were equally as rotted and decaying as their vessel was, both undead husks of their former selves.
"No gods, but a godly mess indeed," commented the woman as she started walking towards the zombified pirates. Perhaps if she hadn't grown up in such a terrible place she might not have seen this event as some tedious chore. Her expression remained lackluster as she raised a hand towards the nearest rotting buccaneer before blasting it off its feet with a burst of air.
WC: 544/2000