Z O M B I E ♔ AU

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“Every Day, the world is Ending for Someone.”


☦ ☦ ☦ Pick A Muse
☦ ☦ ☦ Pick A Situation:

1. Fleeing or Hiding: You're surrounded, and things look grim. Now might be the time for deep, meaningful metaphors and that confession you've always wanted to make.
2. All-Out Ranbo: You have your gun, your sword, your golf club, and your iPod. Time to go take on the undead hoards.
3. Daily Survival: Whether you're set up in an abandoned hospital, an old school, or a derelict apartment building, it's just life as usual: eating tuna from the can and trying to communicate via radio while firing mini-marshmallows out the window at zombies.
4. C-c-changes: One of you got bitten. Well, this is awkward...
5. Cast Curaga!!!: Okay, but seriously, I think if we cross Nyquil and Green Tea, we'll have the cure! Time to work out the biggest medical miracle in history.
6. Choose Your Own Adventure: Or anything else you can think of!

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☦ ☦ ☦ Good Luck!

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3. Luke. PJO Au.

[ospreyed]

[kleptes]

"No offense, sis, but while lung cancer is no longer the number one killer of smokers across the united states, I don't think the smell is going to keep those suckers out."

Luke mentioned, waving a in front of his face as he padded into the room, the semi-permanent frown that had made away with more of the rest of his facial expressions flickering momentarily into a grim smirk, before fading just as fast. The cigarettes they'd found last group scavenge had been less of a blessing, more of a curse; but he'd allowed it, seeing as they'd lost someone on the raid.

Their last someone.

Now, it was just them. Two Hermes' Specials and a gas lamp, in a penthouse suite that probably meant something to someone, once upon a time.

[ospreyed]

"Fuck off," was the quick response from Eponine. She was sitting on the dusty couch, the cigarette dangling from between her fingers. The cherry didn't provide any extra light to the room, the storm raging outside.

It was just the two of them, here. Them, whatever they could find (which, to be fair, being Hermes kids, made it a whole lot easier), and this penthouse.

It was true. Once upon a time, it meant something to someone. Once upon a time, it would have been something Eponine dreamed of living in. Now, she was here, looking out on the abandoned New York City. Gods. This was miserable.

Pressing her lips together, she looked down at the cigarette, then closed her eyes against the sound of the rain. Emotions didn't do anyone any good right now. Not anymore.

[kleptes]

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Offered, as he took the chair across from her, kicked up his legs and reclined in the leather. Just as if this were a real home, and he was completely comfortable in the half-light, with tobacco clinging to the air and his clothes and his throat, and enough dirt under his nails to make a footballer jealous.

Totally Normal.

The offer was made, despite the fact that there wasn't much to talk about, here. With all this.

But, Ep's was pissy, and Luke felt mildly responsible. That, and it was better than listening to the rain come down in pelts, barely drowning out the groans outside. One big, collective mess.

[ospreyed]

Luke had to have known the answer before he even asked.

"No," she said, not bothering to look at him, just watching the rain pour down. With any luck, it would take out some of the zombies. New York was surprisingly deserted, and the winter had been hard on all of them. Zombies froze, and in the freezing cold, they'd made use of it, running around, stabbing them in the forehead, eliminating the problem before it reemerged.

"What's the point?" It had been Connor. One of their brothers, who had been the last to fall. Eponine had been the one to take him out, before any more damage could have been caused. His blood still remained on her dirty clothing.

[kleptes]

"What's the point of sitting here brooding?" Shot back, lifting brows at her and crossing his legs, conforming to a more laid back pose.

What was the point of anything, anymore?

The Titans were supposed to unleash something worse than Hades on earth, then rebuild. Even they couldn't have seen this coming. The greater of two evils.

[ospreyed]

"No," she said sharply, her frown deepening.

"The point of any of it. Of trying to survive. Of fighting them. They're going to win- they've survived the winter, most of fucking Manhattan has been taken- as far as we know, we're the only two living mortals in the world." She took another drag of her cigarette, turning to him now.

"I should just kill myself and get it over with."