Close Encounters [with the Angel of Death]

[didorothy]

[--FROM THE HORRORS HE HAS SEEN! THERE IS NOTHING THAT WILL LET SAM TYLER FORGET THIS NIGHT!]

[But Sam himself is much quieter, still carrying a shotgun, now bleeding in darkness and starlight from his left leg]

I think I found the cause. Part of it, anyway.

[a brief, cynical smile at Josef Mengele, Zombie Overlord]

I could do with one of the healers around here first.

Comments

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[it takes a lot for Gene to stay away from Sam, seeing as there's blood and such involved, but he does so with extreme effort]

I need more details than that, Tyler.

[didorothy]

No, you don't.

[madamemoiselle]

...Josef?

{With an eerily cold tone,} Did Josef hurt Sam?

[didorothy]

[he knows what that means]

Diva, no. It's really not a good idea.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Have a Juni hovering]

[didorothy]

[slightly awkward wave] Hullo.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[she gives the blood a horrified look before turning away and putting her hands on her hips] Y-You're supposed to be careful and not get hurt. We might have a first aid kit at home...

[didorothy]

[well crap]

It doesn't hurt, Fumie. There are plenty of people here who can fix it up in a moment. I've been careful, promise.

[sifud.livejournal.com]

[W...wtfsparkleblood. But that's not important right now.] Lay down.

[didorothy]

...What?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Nancylocks?

[didorothy]

[smiles weakly and crouches down, shifting his leg so as to not hurt it]

Don't worry, Cy. I just had a run in with someone very unpleasant.

[contract_star]

[What the shit.]

[didorothy]

[oh like your reality hasn't been on crack]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[O HAI RUNNING OVER TO SUPPORT BIG BROTHER NOW.] Sam! What happened?

[didorothy]

Nazi zombie overlords. Could be worse, though. Brian Blessed there has been telling me I should die due to genre savviness. I'll get someone here to clear it up.

[muttered]

It's always a leg wound.

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

[OMG BLOOD.] O-oh my gosh...Sam-san! You're hurt!

[didorothy]

[why the kids??]

I'm fine! Really, fine. Don't worry. How've you been?

[leans against conveniet tree]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

I take it you have gotten caught up in this mess as well, Sam Tyler?

Do sit down. I shall heal you.

[didorothy]

Just a zombie apocalypse, that's all.

[sits down obediently]

Ta.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[AND JUST BECAUSE HE THOUGHT WHY THE KIDS--have a Henrietta.]

S-signore! What happened... why is your blood like that?

[didorothy]

[GOD DAMN YOU]

It's nothing. The blood is... it happens. After... it happens to some of the people here.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

A shotgun? Really? That's, oh, every zombie movie ever, isn't it?

[didorothy]

It works. And when Chris tried to fire with it he nearly shot his head of, so I thought I should take it from him.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

It didn't bite you, did it? Cos you know what happens when they bite you. I saw this one film with my mate, Richard, it was sort of a date but they used disinfectant on the wound after it bit them and they were all right.

[didorothy]

No, actually, it wasn't a zombie. It was more Harrison Ford territory. Nazis.

[aimania.livejournal.com]

[she looks over this scene for a minute, then pounds her hand into her palm in an 'a-ha' moment]

Do humans keep zombies as pets now too?

[didorothy]

...you what?

[elementsteel.livejournal.com]

[Steel is doing that 'social' thing Sapphire tells him to do.

Not that he's doing it well. He's sort of standing off to the side.]

Having difficulties at home?

[didorothy]

A bit, yeah.

[lamb_of_gold]

[I really need to pay attention.]

Sam?

[didorothy]

[attention is for wusses]

Hei said you'd appear. It wasn't Gene this time, I promise.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{Hey Sam! Dero approved the pseudo-Nazi boy, so have a Dietrich, even in uniform (http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g272/Kajuni/Trinity%20Blood/dietrich.jpg) and looking on in relative (though faked) surprise}

My, that's quite the wound. And blood, for that matter.

[didorothy]

[you know who Sam doesn't like so much right now? Yeah. Nazis. Sam will be taking one step back, thank you, even if it hurts a bit]

Happens to the best of us, I'm sure.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[Hi Sam, you have another kid finding you. MINATO SEES THE WRECK OF A MAN AND RETRIEVES HIS TRUSTY GUN--oh no, wait, it seems he has returned with some sort of UNIDENTIFIED WHITE POWDER INSTEAD. A VERY GOOD THING TO PRESENT TO A COP, I MUST SAY.]

... It's medical pow--

[ GOOD EXCUSE! Exactly how do you partake in this MEDICAL POWDER?]

... You put it on the wound and--

[OH YOU'RE SURE ABOUT THAT? I'M PRETTY SURE THAT'S NOT HOW MOST PEOPLE LEARN TO USE WHITE POWDER.]

..... Want some, Sam?

[didorothy]

[....]

No, I'm fine.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master, having survived his adventure with Gene, appears, scrutinizing Sam] You're not infected, I hope, Mr. Tyler. [he sniffs] No. I think I'd smell it in the blood...

[didorothy]

[resists a reflexive snarl]

I'm not. I've found the person leading the zombie attacks. Josef Mengele, Angel of Death, and, somehow, zombie overlord. By convention, if we take him out, we should put an end to the whole bloody affair. ['I hope']

Are you going to come with me, or am I on my own?