shadowsworn

OOC: do you Americans have Shopper's Drug mart? Also, there's a comma in the word "curs,e" because for some weird reason, that word is being censored.

also, Catherine and Helena are on the street outside of where Ruben and Logain are. I'm assuming there are still quite a few zombies inside, also that you guys are in the back of the house, whereas Helena and her friends are at the front.

IC:Helena stood next to the window, peering around its frame at the street below. If there had still been a way to do so, she would've closed the window (winter was coming, and it was getting colder) but it had been broken when they got here. There were only a few jagged shards of glass left in the warped wooden frame.

Adam entered the room and greeted her with a cheerful "Hi!" Helena ignored him for a moment. It wasn't that she actually disliked Adam, they just didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things. If it had been up to her, they would've gone separate ways a while ago. But Catherine liked him, and so Helena had to put up with what she saw as his naive stupidity in silence. She gripped her Desert Eagle tightly in one hand, and focused her attention outside.

"Tell Catherine there's only one or two xombies out there right now. I'll get the shopping list and some of the boxes. I'll cover Catherine while she brings the car out front."

Adam stayed around for a few moments more. "Didn't we just go shopping the other day? Seems a bit risky to go again so soon..."

Helena finally turned around, brushing a purple strand of her away from her eyes with an irritated gesture. "It was your idea that we needed a barricade by the door. All that furniture and shit takes up a lot of space. And if you and Dustin didn't eat so much..."

Adam waved his hands placatingly. "Ok, ok! I'm just saying, that's all."

Helena watched him turn away and leave, then turned back to the window.

"Also, we're almost out of makeup," she murmured.

******

Helena swung down the ladder separating the second floor from the first (the stairs in here having collapsed), bumping her knee on one of the rungs, and once on the ground she began dancing around in silent agony, whispering profanity between clenched teeth.

She waited until Dustin (who was staying behind) hauled the ladder back up, and then ran, limping, after Catherine and Adam to the back door.

"Still clear?"

"I think so," said Catherine.

"Ok, Adam, you take the Baretta and go with her while she starts the car. I'll cover you both from here."

They both nodded, and, with a deep breath, Catherine ran out into the parking lot, followed closely by Adam.

Catherine stepped out just beyond the door, holding the Desert Eagle ready in one hand.

Everything seemed to be going well so far. Catherine and Adam had reached the car (an ugly blue stationwagon whose owner had been kind enough to have left the keys in the ignition when he had been eaten by zombies), and Catherine was rummaging in her coat for her keys. Helena shivered in the cold, and pulled her trench coat tighter around herself.

Suddenly she saw someone appear in the gap between two houses twenty feet or so from Catherine and Adam, a little boy, his face transformed into a frightful mask by dried lines of blood, and wearing a baseball shirt. One of his hands still wore what remained of a baseball mitt.

She opened her mouth to shout, then decided against it. The zombie boy was still a good way away, and hadn't seemed to notice Adam or Catherine yet. Besides, Adam would inevitably try to shoot the thing, and probably attract more of them, which would not be good, especially so late in the day.

She thrust the Desert Eagle deep into one of her coat pockets, and drew the short sword from it's scabbard on her back. Then, after checking around her for signs of more zombies, she began to run, as silently as it is possible to do in massive boots, across the parking lot, sword raised.

Catherine saw her, and then the zombie, when Helena was about ten feet away. Adam looked up, and, predictably, raised his weapon to shoot, but Catherine glared at him, and punched his arm. She saw him glare at Catherine, and yell something, and she yelled something back, and then Helena wasn't paying attention anymore.

The zombie Little Leaguer had finally noticed her, and with a rattling groan, turned and took a slow swing at her with one arm, trying to grab her. She ducked out of range, and then, taking the sword in both hands, swiung it as hard as she could at the thing's head. There was an explosion of gore and blood as the blunt edge connected, blowing the zombie's rotting head to pieces.

Oh fuck yeah!

She stood panting for a moment, and then, holding the sword in one hand, walkked back to the car, which Catherine had finally got running.

Adam looked at her sullenly. "Why'd you do that? I could've shot it from here."

Helena rolled her eyes, too tired to be tactful. "And give us away? Idiot."

Adam opened his mouth to reply, but Catherine interrupted.

"Shut up you two. Helena, get the shopping list. Where do we have to go first?"

"Um, the corner store, then the Shopper's Drug Mart, then the gun shop."

"mm, you've got red on you, by the way. Take this." Catherine passed Helena a handkerchief with a repulsive teddy bear pattern on it. Helena wiped it across her face, and it came away stained with blood and white foundation. With a curs,e she turned the handkerchief over, and spat on it, and began wiping again.

"You look like shit," Catherine grinned.

*******

It was night by the time they reached the gun shop.

"Zombies ahead," said Adam, who had been watching the road ahead. Helena looked up, pulling her gun from her pocket as she did so.

"How many?"

"Uh, five or so, near the gun shop."

"Fuck , are they blocking the road?"

"There's two cars stalled up there, no other way through, unless if we want to try running them down."

"In this old thing? We'd probably stall. Try and back up."

"Uh, there are a few zombies behind us now too," Catherine said, looking in the rear view mirror. At that moment, they all heard the sound of muffled shooting, and a human voice, shouting.

"There are people here!" Adam said, grabbing Catherine, whose eyes had opened wide in surprise.

"They must be in one of the houses here," said Helena, looking around, "Maybe the zombies got them."

"That didn't sound like someone in pain," argued Catherine. "If they're alive, we need to find them."

Helena shrugged. It would be nice to be able to hang around with other people, at least for a while. As much as she liked Catherine, hanging around with her and her idiot boy all the time for much longer was going to drive her mad.

"Fine, Adam, you guard the car, the two of us will go in."

Helena grabbed the glove box, and pulled out a revolver, one of two that they had stored there, and tossed it to Catherine, who caught it awkwardly.

"It's loaded right?"

"Um let me check... yeah."

At that moment there was a booming sound from nearby, and more shooting.

"C'mon, we'd better go."

__________________