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Trouble Underground

Don't go into the Hole!

Dramatis Personae

Akhlut, Conni, Joachim, Keha, Mila, and Lola (Cause). Kilauea as GM.

25 October, 2007


A disturbing night with a work site accident and Zombies

Location

Waikiki, Honolulu

Plot(s)

Plot:Beyond Zebra


Late evening and this area of Waikiki is relatively busy, tourists heading up and down the main thoroughfare towards the lights of the inner city. This section of Waikiki is bordered on both sides by a selection of coffee shops and restaurants, mainly shop fronts hoping to catch the passing trade as people head elsewhere. There are a variety of buildings here, both old and new with some that have been clearly abandoned and two plots that have been recently demolished. Harsh work lights cut through the neon glare of the shop lights, an all night building crew shifting debris from a recent demolition, the occasional ringing 'thud' as lumps of masonry land in the skip an unwanted distraction from the otherwise tranquil evening.

Road that this is, there are no vehicles in this pedestrian zone and apart from occasional thuds from the workers nearby, the air is heavy with the noise of conversation and from the various stores calling out to the passing trade. Bordered as this area is, the wind is more biting than usual, the cloudless sky making those out in just t-shirts start to regret their choice of clothing.


The tide is high and rising.


Lola is light shirted, but she seems focused more on her mean face than a chill coming down from the mountains. She's making her way down the middle of the sidewalk. Her straight, steady path brooks no obstruction and most people are perfectly happy to give way and let their days wind down without her particular kind of trouble. Her hands are sunk deep into the pockets of her corduroy bellbottoms. The sound of construction draws her attention, the woman eyeing the noise of the place with a speculative look.


Joachim moved lightly through the crowds, hands stuffed into the pockets of a pair of light, faded jeans as he bounced his way down the street. Slightly scruffy sneakers made a soft thwiping noise as his feet hit the sidewalk, shoes that needed a good throwing out. The man was olive skinned and dark haired, a pair of simple black frame glasses highlighting dark brown eyes that looked about with open interest at the world around him. Fit without being bulky, he wore a simple gray t-shirt with a picture of a spaceship, the messenger bag at his hip swaying slightly as he did.


Why Waikiki in the middle of the night? Well, there are a million reasons, it's a 24 hour a day kind of place, after all. So, when Mila and Keha showed up to the beachy area, dressed for the beach, it might not have seemed so strange. Mila grinned at Keha, her lips curved devilishly as she did so. They were moving somewhat quietly, really, not talking. Heading towards the shoreline past the area of demolitions as if they had full intention of getting in the water. Mila had dressed in a pair of brief, dark blue biki bottoms with a matching top that tied behind her neck. Over that, she wore a black, long sleeved rash guard that had a hemline stopping about 3 inches above the waistband of her bottoms. Her feet were bare, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, then braided, to keep it out of her face.


Keha dodges construction debris as she flip-flops down the sidewalk beside her all-but-identical companion, Keha the ever so slightly less muscular and shorter of the sun-bronzed pair. She gathers her blonde-tipped brown hair into a messy bun on top of her head and returns a wry grin to Mila. Keha wears a pair of neon pink bikini bottoms beneath a turquoise rash guard, and that noisy pair of flip flops that make more noise than the pair of them combined. She squints her dark, almondine eyes up at the construction lights and scowls. "Going to upset the turtles nesting. Bet the 'Okole in charge didn't even ask about Turtle season."


Conni is out walking off dinner, the long road providing enough exercise without getting her too far away from home. She sets a steady pace with no real destination in mind, stopping occasionally to look at the various shop fronts before moving on again. She's dressed warmly this evening, a black leather jacket covers her top, mostly obscuring the black t-shirt with a picture of Athena on the front. Her black jeans are a snug fit but thick enough to keep out the cold, her black leather boots are likewise helping to keep out the chill. She has a brown leather artist tube slung over her left shoulder, the strap being held by her left hand, keeping it close to her body.

Seeing Mila and Keha nearby, Conni calls out and waves, a genuine smile creeping across her face as she spots some friendly faces. "Hey guys, nice to see you both again. How are you doing?"


From the deeps of the water, a man-shaped head bobbed up. Then, it was followed by the massive torso it was attached to as the man walked out of the bay at Waikiki. Akhlut arrived as if he'd been just out in the middle of nowhere, and had seemed to come from nowhere. But now he was here, making his way up to the shore. As he came above the waistline of the water, he was luckily clothed in a pair of ragged old swim-trunks that looked like they were from years before, weather worn and battered beyond any recognizable color. He didn't even bother to push the long, unruly mass of his soaked hair back out of his face for now, as he made his way to the soft, dry sand of the beach.

The night stills and there is a buzz in the air mixed with a brief taste of ozone. Nearby at the building site, there is a cry of alarm which is quickly stifledor cut off. Masonry cracks and there are a few thuds followed by a much louder crash as a five foot wall teeters over and then crashes down, sending up a cloud of plaster and masonry dust that the building lights illuminate, helping to obscure the view. Nearby, tourists scream while others rush into action, getting out their smartphones and checking the settings so that they can be absolutely sure that their selfies will be perfect. Flashes fill the air as people take pictures while other locals actually head towards the site, fumbling around in the fog of dust and trying to find the workmen who were on the site.

Lola tenses slightly as the wall falls, having been distracted before by watching the construction itself. Interested in it in a sense. Now, something new catches her interest. She prowls forward slowly, though unlike the locals who think first to seek out trapped workers, she walks right past them to investigate the area around the wall. More interested in the cause of the collapse. Her nostrils flaring lightly as she sniffs the air reflexively.


As the thick dust came up into the air, Joachim's eyes squinting against the cloud, a hand coming to his face to keep from choking. The other instinctively went for his phone as well, but as others were alreadly clearly calling emergency services he instead settled his bag and started moving forwards towards the disaster area. His steps were cautious and careful, eyeing the rest of the damaged structure as he stepped carefully. A hand came up to try and wave away the worst of it as he called out in a manner instantly recognizable as coming from a lecturer. "Hey! Can anyone in there here me? Help is coming so just hold tight." He looked about, frowning again as he tried to determine just how badly damaged the rest of it was. He looked around, noting those moving forwards. "The other walls should hold but be careful where you step! The foundations are likely damaged."


Mila scrunched her nose and nodded. "Thair Aloha 'aina is completely devoid. They suck. But can we.... Shit!" Mila jumped as the wall came down, her attention immediately grabbed by the catastrophic event that had obviously unfolded within the construction site. "Damn kuleana... Hey! Everyone alright?" Mila called the words loudly towards the construction zone, and then started walking that way while waving her hand in front of her face, as if to dispell the dust and plaster now causing a makeshift mist around the area. Bare feet carried her cautiously, and Mila picked her way closer to where she'd heard the muffled cry of alarm. "Everyone e ola ana? Everyone Alive?" Her words were clear and loud, and she scanned the area, attempting to see through the dusty cloud. She heeded Joachim's words and was cautious of where she put her weight, staying more to the sturdier ground and heavier slabs of detritous she could find while checking for people that needed help.


Keha is abruptly shaken from her righteous indignation by the collapse. "MILA!" she calls to her twin, but Mila's already off, looking for survivors, and Keha is right at her heels, taking care to mark her steps. "Mila, be careful," the older-by-two-minutes sister chides. "Is anyone stuck?" She's about to say more but she inhales a poof of dust and breaks into a coughing fit. "Dammit, I just wanted to dive tonight. In water. Not rubble."


Conni rushes forward as she hears a cry of pain, wincing as the wall comes down which only adds to the confusion. Glancing at the folks nearby with phones, she mentions something about calling for an ambulance before darting forward towards the building site, one arm clinging onto the strap of her artist tube as she dashed into the dust laden air. Slipping her tube off her shoulder, she pops the latch from the top with her thumb and then rummages inside for a moment, eventually pulling out a length of wood which she holds in one hand. Looking around she notices Mila and Keha as they enter the site and offers them a nod, using her staff to test her footing as she tries to seek out those trapped inside.


Aklut bend at the waist to plunge his head in the water and straightened again as he strode up onto the beach. Rather than wipe the sea water running down his face, his breath hissed out of pursed lips, the droplets of the water misting in the cathartic art. The man was idle, his step quickly to punt a beach, full belly laughter rumbling as a child watched his ball sail away. "You're young, you can get it, unless I get to it first." And just as the man was going to give chase with a wide grin on his features, it melted away. He clicked his tongue a couple times as if called a dog as he dug at an ear with a pinky finger. The wall of man started moving again towards the sound he'd heard even as masonry start collapsing and people started screaming. Scooping an abandoned beach towel, he loop it in his hand as he twisted with the only. "The world something offers no respect for the plans we make," the man's bass voice rumbled in offering to Keha as he strode into the building, clicking his tongue at the dust in the air.


There are a few prone bodies visible as the smoke and dust starts to settle, a deep crack in the foundations of the building a likely reason for why the last wall came down unaided. The ground is slick her, water and other liquids now a mottled white after absorbing the clinging dust. The one thing that is very noticeable is the blood, the fallen body of one of the workman laying on his front near the hole in the foundations, all hope for revival lost when is head was removed. A blood handprint is near the body but something else grabs the attention as yet more debris starts to fall in the crack, the whole widening visibly now, going from body sized to more a size for a car to fall into. As the gap increases, a sub-basement can be seen, very old brick work and then a smell that practically assaults the nose as it starts to waft out, there is something rotten down there.


Lola pauses as she makes it halfway around the remains of the wall that haven't fallen. Her eyes snap towards it, then towards the mess of people now trying to deal with the aftermath. Her cheek twitches slightly and her fingers flex just a little. The reactions brief, fleeting before she relaxes some. She stalks beside the wall, making to look around it as she had before. Nothing to be found, she pauses and turns, leaning a shoulder casually against a section of wall. Discreetly her feet set and she applies some leg muscle to 'accidentally' upset a weak section of wall. When she feels it shift suddenly with a crack, she reacts. Jerking back in a stumble, her mouth opened in a surprised 'o', the young woman affecting a stiff freeze in posture.


Joachim frowned, watching the building as people started to movie in to help. He gave a nod to the twins Mila and Keha, and to Conni, offering all three a grateful smile. When people started walking in he gave a nod, eyes sweeping the area to try to get a sense of it as best he could. His voice cut through the dust, as did the slight beam from his keyring flashlight, talking loudly for the others to hear, especially those that might be trapped. "You know... I heard construction is a lot like Christmas." He paused for a moment. "You do all the work and a fat guy in a suit gets all the credit" Then he stuck one ear out, listening for the signs of miserable groaning. He stopped joking around as he saw the headless corpse and frowned, peering about for signs of life. "This is... well shit." He turned his attention, starting. "Someone's alive here! But I'm going to need someone a lot stronger than me." He pointed to a still living body near the hole.


Mila turned to look at her sister, concern laced across her features. But then, she caught sight of all the tourists and other people gawking at the scene and her face actually took on a crimson glow about her cheeks as she flushed with anger. "Of all the lolo maha'oi hupo... HEY! Idiots! Get the hell back. You don't need to take pictures of this poor dead haole!" Mila's voice was vicious and loud as she waved her hands at the people standing around and watching. "GET BACK. This place is obviously dangerous, and you're too busy taking pictures of yourself to move away? You're all going to get crushed. Or FALL INTO A HOLE!" She growled out the last and started moving towards the people gathered with her arms outstretched. A woman in nothing but a bikini and rashguard, looking like she might rush some people, line some sort of insane, bikini-clad lineman.


Keha stops straight in her tracks and plants her hands on her hips. She's covered in dust, picking her way through rubble, and for all of that, she might be walking on the very people she's trying to help. The very people who caused this whole mess. "You know what? NO." She backs her way to the outskirts of the heap. "Conni, Mila...listen, you do not have to risk your neck for these greedy corporate bastards. They don't even care enough about our island to find out if they're destroying the nature that everybody's here to see!" She folds her arms and shakes her head, emphatically lecturing as she calls out to Joachim. "Listen. You could be walking all over the very people you're trying to help right now. The gold-digging construction companies have to hire safety people for just this purpose, right? In case their cut-rate materials go kaput. They're only looking out for themselves. So let them do it. And look out for YOURselves in the mean time." The wall crashes around Lola, and she sweeps her arm towards it as evidence. "Don't get yourselves killed for this. This is their own problem." She turns her back. "I'm going to the ocean where it's safe," she says as she passes Akhlut. "You guys should come! And bring my naaupo SISTER before she kills herself!" And with that, the lithe little woman irascibly storms off to, presumably, go boil a small part of the ocean with her hot temper.


Conni surveys the site for a few moments, seeing the bodies and more importantly the headless corpse. With a look of grim determination on her face, she reaches into her artist tube and takes out another shaft of wood which she slots onto the first, this length complete with a foot and a half of well polished steel. Taking another look at the site and seeing what, to her can only be the result of some nefarious beast, she charges forward with a yell and then leaps headfirst through the hole in the ground, disappearing from sight and only a thud of impact giving any clue as to her location.


With the masonry dust sticks to his wet body, Akhlut started looking like he was the victim of run-by talcum attack. The man twisted the towel stretched between his hands, cording the material as she stared at the hole in the ground. Listening, he clicked his tongue at the hole when his eyebrow arched and his lips drew into a wide grin, his teeth gleaming as he dropped the towel at his feet and reached out to grab the handle. His chest shook with laughter echoed through the structure. There was the metallic grind of a 10 pound sledgehammer pulled across the concrete. Wielding the hammer in both hammer, he held it at eye level. "I love these tool users!" He sent a sharp whistle toward the hole as he strode toward it and leap into it, his bass laughter echoing.


There is the sound of clashing steel and then a grunt of pain from within the hole, quickly followed by another thud from deep below. Jaochim while scouting for survivors is jumped by a plaster covered creature, apparently once human but clearly well beyond his 'best by' date. Covered in rotting fabric, the humaniod is clearly dead but being animated by unknown means, the undead horror taking a liking to one of Jaochim's legs and settling down for a snack after the long sleep. Mila is likewise attacked, one of the creatures raising from the dust and lunging for her torso, ending up with a forearm to nibble on after Mila tries to fend it off.


Lola is pleased with herself, though she saves that expression for when she turns away. Hard to make trouble if people expect it, after all. But her head cocks when she hears ruckus coming from below. She turns her head, then the rest of herself to step up to the hole. Peering down for a moment before she drops in herself, a curl of her lip developing. Fun!


Joachim's eyebrows went up in surprise as Mila began to yell at the surrounding people. He nodded his head in agreement as she started to lambast them for snapping pictures and tweeting instead of helping or getting the hell out of the way. They fairly shot up into his hairline as she turned to them and chastised them for trying to help. He frowned, looking down and shaking his head. "I'm well aware. But that doesn't make them any less human or worth saving. Besides..." He shrugged. "I like to watch humans make things. The physics are always so interesting. You might say I find it... riveting." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. Then he felt the pain in his leg

Letting out a cry of pain he looke down to see what had latched on to him and started in surprise and revulsion. "She really dumped me into the shit didn't she?!" His fist came crashing down into it's head, a brief flash as the sweat on his skin seemed to leap in front of his hand, the blow crashing down into the zombie's skull as entropic energies rushed through, disrupting molecular cohesion. "Get off me you late night horror movie reject!"


Mila was shaken from her screaming at the crowd by the tightening of arms around her torso. She turned, and then a horrified expression came over her face. Doing what could only have amounted to a springing spin (would have looked great on a surf board) got her most of the way she needed to get out of its grasp. But on the way, the nasty thing bit into her arm. Letting out a horrific cry, she looked at her arm, and started to boild inside with rage. "YOU HEWA NASTY THING! You better not have made me a zombie!" And then Mila's skin went from her nice, cocoa brown to something different, rough like coral and pale orange. Spikes erupted from her all over, starting at a deep, crimson red and going to black at the tips. For lack of a better analogy, she looked like a sea urchin. Swinging at the zombie with an arm to try to catch it, it easily evaded her rage-filled, rather clumsy attempt to swat at it.


When Alkhut enters the hole after Conni, he finds that the Dane has already been set upon by a pair of rather touchy feely creatures. Rather than alarm, the nordic Blonde seems to be rather enjoying herself, swinging her spear this way and that to bat away their unwanted attentions. One of the creatures does manage to get a grip on her but he is quickly distracted by the spear that Conni inserts between what is left of his floating ribs, the awful smell that is released when the flesh is further disturbed almost making her wish that she hadn't done it. Finally having a moment to herself, she looks over to the maniacal looking Akhlut who has enter the hole with a sledgehammer in hand. "Akhlut! There may be more, we must kill these creatures quickly!" She blinks as Lola enters the hole a short while later, grinning to the newcomer and nodding towards the zombies. "Smite all creatures that you find!"


Hitting the bottom of the hit, Akhlut turned to see Conni and her zombie escorts get into melee. The massive man's grip tightened on the sledgehammer, his grin joyously wicked. Rather than go full bore in the tight space, the man looped the handle over the collarbone of the zombie and diagonally across its chest in other hand grabbing the end to start manhandling the zombie to the wall of the hole when the handle slipped out of his grasp. His brow knitted together as he glanced from the zombie to the hammer to his hand, and with a sneer he spit on his hand, grinding his fingers over his palm until it was tacky again.


Within the basement, it is less of a party and more of a butcher's shop, at least going by the smell if not the surroundings. This is an old cellar, the mortar and brickwork possibly centuries old and quite possibly forgotten by those who built over head. Other details are lost in the action, the two zombies down here doing their best to fight off the intruders. The first of the two, rather put off from the Nordic snack it was sampling first, heads over to Lola and does it's best to take a chunk out of her before the nimble young lass manages to get out of the way. Akhlut is less lucky, he's a big chap and a walking buffet for the flesh hungry fiends, the second of the zombies jumping him from behind and doing it's best to take a chunk out of his shoulder. Up above, Joachim and Mila are likewise engaged, Joachim nimbly dodging away as he is attacked, the young man having a sense for their attacks now it seems. Mila gets bitten again, the fourth of the zombies looking almost rabid, it's teeth snapping together rapidly as its taste for flesh almost maddening the creature now.


Lola lands lithely, with just a little stumble. And is right in the mix, with one of those shamblers coming right at her. The young woman snaps an arm up, purely on instinct, smacking to the side that flailing arm before it might dig into her. But she answers that aggression with her own. And a broad, feral grin. The situation she takes stock of in a glance and an idea snaps into her head. And she follows it without hesitation. "Come on, dead heads! Let's play!" Her hard, gruff voice rising as she hops back a bit, obviously looking to draw the attention of the creatures towards her, rather than the others. Fading back a bit to give her some maneuvering room. "Come get a bite, fuckers!" Hopping, waving. Lots of movement and noise.


His last attack having freed his leg, Joachim hopped away, swearing quietly as the Zombie tried another strike. This time he was able to get back in time and frowned, giving it a look before his eyes narrowed. "Well... when am I going to get another chance like this? I mean... I really hope I'm never going to get a chance like this..." He started muttering, numbers and letters and formulae tripping off his tongue. Around the zombie the air began to distort, light bending as gravity seemed to suddenly press in from all sides. The zombie's atempts to move were brought to a grinding halt as it found itself suddenly crushed beneath the gravity field.

With the zombie contained for the moment, he took a moment to wipe the dusty sweat from his brow and breath. His hand slipped into a pocket to fiddle with his phone, grinning as music filled the space and he looked down at the struggling form. "So... two clowns are eating a cannibal. One turns to the other and says 'I think we got this joke wrong.'" He spread his hands, stepping back slightly. "Eh?"


Yes, there was a zombie right in front of Mila. Sure, it had bit her. But then, the rage went through her like some sort of arcing lighning and her vision went red. Seeing just the zombie that attacked her wasn't even in the cards. Like some sort of hellish vision from a 'Hulk Gone Mad' edition comic book, Mila flung herself up into the air with a roar. Her arms came up over her head, and as she came down to the ground, her leap had landed her right above Zombie3, the one Joachim was so intently attempting to study the effects of Gravity on. Those arms of hers, covered in spikes and rough, coral like skin, swung down like an anvil with her hands clasped together. They hit into the zombie between its shoulder blades, the spikes sticking deep with a disgusting squelch as the rage-filled Scion screamed like a banshee.


Conni, getting a little winded now, backs up and uses the length of her spear to her advantage, batting away the approaching Zombies and doing her best to skewer them when they get close. She has a few close calls and almost manages it but then is thwarted by the gloom and her footing.


Akhlut growled in pain as the zombie grabbed onto him and started chewing on him. The man twisted his shoulders to get it off of him, the flesh of his shoulder torn and bleeding. Stepping across the hole, he lounged with the hammer at the other zombie's head, the head of the sledge sinking into the mudding wall. Howling in frustration at the hammer, the man dropped the hammer and scream like it was all its fault. The volume of the scream grew into a warcry ending in two clicks on his tongue as the mosh pit continued.


The pinned zombie lets out a roar of triumph as it manages to untangle itself from the cunningly wrought spell that was trapping it against the ground. Shuffling to its feet, it looks around the building site with milky white eyes until it spots Joachim, what is left of its upper lip raising in a snarl as it focuses its attentions. Mila is doing slightly less well, the rabid zombie she was keeping at arms length before now maddened by the tastes of flesh it has taken it doing its best to maul the plucky fighter, its snapping teeth tearing at any exposed flesh as it seeks to overwhelm her. In the hole below, the melee is continuing, Lola's gambit paying off and the young woman fully able to attract the attention of the two zombies, whether this is a sound tactic is yet to be seen but she most certainly has their attention, the two zombie chewing at her as their hunger for flesh threatens to overwhelm them.


Lola doesn't act like someone being torn at by the living dead. Because as the two turn to come after her and she jinks back and forth, she's cackling madly. Even as the blood, she grins a feral grin and goes forward, rather than back. Her shoulder tucked in tight and driven up into the first of the creatures. On a normal man a hard hit to the midsection might wind, but the best she can do with the undead is to knock that one firmly off balance. Sending it reeling. And that gets her laughing again. Because obviously she has the advantage now!


Joachim jumped as the spines blasted through the back of the zombie, even as it continued to struggle under the effects of the gravity field. Gingerly reaching over after wrapping his hand in a hankerchief, he grunted and pulled one of the spines free, his attention going from it, to the zombie, to the raging Mila. He blinked, grinning like a loon before looking down to the zombie. "Thorny problem huh?" He walked around it, nudging it in the side with a shoe and nodding, head tilting as he studied it, this time from a different perspective. When it started to rise he stepped back and sighed, the music still going. "Oh but I wasn't done yet. Dammit Toby." He looked about, scrambling for higher ground to try to avoid the zombie a bit. "Well... holy fuck!" He looked about wildly, sighing as he wiped the blood away from his lip and nose. Breathing hard he looked again to Mila and winced. "Her sister's gonna kill me..." With that he put both hands on the ground, gritting his teeth as the air turned thick. "No point in trying to poke you full of holes. You guys are both eating too much.... you'll put on... mass!" He grunted as objects and people began to float, the zombies and unfortunately others feeling the sudden pressure as they were slammed into the ground. His own eyes widened as he started up to, and had just enough time to give out a strangled "No!" as he too was slammed to the ground under massive gravities.


Mila had been going after the one on the ground, and then there was the searing pain of something attempting, and quite solidly almost succeeding, at gutting her through the back of her body. She'd still been mid-scream during the attack when suddenly, like the world had elected to upend, she was dropped to the ground, face first. The side of her head hit with the sound of a fracturing watermelon, her cheek split open, and the bone itself cracked like it was threatening to become a compound fracture of the worst sort. Pushing up with shaking arms, she wheeled around behind Zombie4, the one with all of her blood staining its face. Her arms, spiked and angry, locked around his torso, pinning his arms in, and then she tightened them so that the Zombie couldn't hope to move. Standing behind him as she was, his Face would have serious trouble reaching her now as well.


It was all going well until a chunk of masonry the size of a football hit the back of Conni's head, then she started to finally get irritated. Okay, more irritated. Giving up with the close combat for the moment, Conni points her spear at the back of one of the zombies and then with her other hand draws out a glyph in the air. Ozone fills the air as sparks of electricity trickle up from Conni's hand until they reach the tip of her spear, the steel glowing white as it soaks up the charge. With a muttered word, Conni unleashes the bolt, a wrist thick bolt of solid white that arcs across the room and smites the zombie to ash, here one second...gone the next.


The spike in gravity caused Akhlut's feet to sink inched into the mud and sand under feet, veins bulging as his muscles fought to maintain his balance. The man started laughing joyful and mad, "Pathetic. I used to far more of mother earth's embrace." The telltale smell of ozone in his nostril had him step back to let Conni scorch one zombie as he whirled on the second in the hole with them. Palming its skull with his meat hand, he pressed the zombie's head into that wall. His voice offered in a rumbling purr, "I seem to have misplaced my hammer, brah. Will you aid me in its retrieval?" Laughter bellowed from the man as he drug the zombies skull across the wall of the pit towards the hammer he had embedded in the wall.


The zombie that was trapped has only one thing left in what remains of its mind, vengeance. Flecks of foam drip from the mouth of the third zombie as it bull-rushes Joachim, lifting him of his feet and sending him to the floor in a pile of limbs and dust. Ripping at his chest and stomach, it nips in with its teeth and claws, shredding his cloths and working through the exposed flesh. Screams and blood fill the air as the zombie gets to work, pale, sausage like bits of flesh coming into view as claws and teeth move with blinding speed.


Mila had her arms around the zombie, was holding him tight. Of course, her vantage point, despite the tears of pain veritably cascading from the eye over her broken cheekbone, leant to her seeing the other zombie tear appart Joachim. Horror overtook her, as he'd at least been fighting on her side. "NO! No more!" She flung the zombie she was holding to the left of her, towards rubble, various dangerous debris, and ultimately, tumbling right down the hold to the sub-basement where Akhlut, Conni, and Lola were roasting zombies for dinner. Since her arms were now free, Mila retracted her spines before she put them to good use, rushing over to link them under Joachim's armpits. She dragged him away, towards the crowd of people that were still rubber necking and taking pictures and live-streaming videos of the terrible carnage. Along the way, she disloged the zombie from Joachim's abdomen, dropping it into a cluster of humans that went into a screaming bout of terrible proportions, but she just kept moving. Getting Joachim out of there was more important than the people that hadn't even stopped to help piss on the fire. Her ultimate destination was a safe distance away from the zombie attack, to flag down an oncoming ambulance ASAP.


Lola is sometimes easily distracted. Especially when she's in red. So when a fresh target drops in, she's instantly at it. Turning to leap over and smash her boot down on it. Hasty.. messy and not very refined. And not that effective, but that doesn't seem to factor to the wild young woman, slamming her foot down a few times on its midsection. More annoying the thing than damaging it, but she does keep it busy for a moment.


With the addition of a new zombie, Conni doesn't feel she has time to take it easy, turning to where Akhlut is slowly grinding another zombie against the wall. Trying to lead with her shot and very much aware that hitting a friendly would be bad, she waits until there is enough exposed undead flesh before unleashing another bolt of lightening from the tip of her spear and she is rather gratified when she realises she can see the wall through the hole that she just made.


The sun climbs into a brilliant blue sky.


Even as Conni unleashed lightning into his grapple prey, it was still moving. With a roar, Akhlut grabbed the embedded hammer and speared it into the back of zombie's skull, the bone crushing and deforming under the blow. When Akhlut pulled the hammer back, the zombie stayed upright as he whirled to focus on his next victim. His grin showed too many teeth as his cackle echoed about the structure. "We aren't done yet, brah. We stood go out to sea so you can experience new heights of fun!"


While it can't be seen, the screams of a crowd of people can easily be heard down the hole. Blood curdling, begging, horrified screams.


The air is dry and heavy with the smell of ozone down in the basement, the zombie that was thrown down struggling to get its bearing until it saw a likely target in the rather tasty looking Akhlut. Getting to his feet and lurching at best speed, the zombie lands a glancing blow on the hammer wielding hawaiian, knocking him into the wall but unable to really get a good nibble on. Up above, it sounds like the other zombie is having far more luck, at least if the screams that can be heard are anything to go by.


Lola growls when the zombie she's trying to stomp into paste decides to go play with someone else. Despite the slight and her own bleeding, Lola is hot on his heels, kicking out a foot to try and knock one of the zombie's behind the other as it's moving. An easy way to trip up a foe, but she doesn't quite get the hit she wants, ending up with just a tap he is unlikely to feel. That doesn't dim her enthusiasm, however.


Akhlut arched a brow at Conni, "May I?" The man didn't wait for an answer as he leapt on the zombie, rolling back with all his weight and handle of the hammer across the arms and chest of the zombie. With a growl, Akhlut pressed his bare feet into the zombie as he did a leg press to raise the zombie like a plate to be beat on.


Proving that he is a lover and not a fighter, Akhlut's hug of death on the last zombie in the basement is an advantage that Conni will not pass up, although she does so her best not to stick the spear through the zombie and ito the chap holding him. Going for slicing blows rather than thrusts, she uses the length of the spear for leverage as she swing it over head, hacking at the captured beast until broken bones are showing through its flesh and it is most certainly on its last legs.


The sounds of screaming outside have started to slow down to sobs and whimpers, someone begging under their breath, and a couple of beleaguered moans of pain.


The ever present screams from above not outstanding, it is far quieter in the basement than it has been for a while. Akhlut has managed to maintain his grip on the last of the zombies here, sinewy arms refusing to let go and sucessfully pinning the creature. The creature itself is visibly wounded, possibly mortally so but then it is rather hard to tell with something that was dead to start with.


Lola is mad. And with the other two giving the last dead one down here the business, she decides she's due. After Connie gets in her slices with the spear, Lola bulls in, not even thinking that Connie might not be done. Headstrong, reckless. And vicious. She doesn't bother with weapons. With the deep cuts, she firms her hands and drive her fingers straight into those holes and cuts. A manic look on her face as she goes writ deep, grabbing handfuls of what's inside before she yanks backward. She's not big, but you don't have to be to exploit the weakness of savaged, dead flesh. A growl rolling in her throat, almost canine as she yanks back, arms wide. Blood and gore everywhere. But she's not done, going right back at it for second helpings. It can't do much with nothing inside of it to move it, can it? She cackles, tearing at the thing gleefully.


The sound of sirens approaching came up fast. Along with the befuddled sound of cops calling at someone to back away from the man. Stand up, arms up. And then a surprised scream, rushing feet... and three gunshots. Loud, echoing gunshots. A few moments later mentions of "Suspect Down." were reported loudly, then "Request multiple ambulances to <give address> in Waikiki. We have multiple severe injuries, possible multiple fatalities." More sirens were incoming, varied by sound to indicate aid cars, Ambulance, police cars, as well as a fire engine for the additional EMT staff. It was getting cleaned up in the world above the dank sub-basement filled with gore.


"Very well done." Conni nods in approval as Lola decimates the last of the zombies, the tall blonde finally sagging a little as the combat adrenaline starts to wear off. She is not completely without her senses though, reaching for her artist tube so that she can take out a cloth to clean the blade of her spear. Buffing the blade to a shine, she then disassembles her spear, carefully stacking it together and then putting it back into her artist tube. Looking to Akhlut she nods once more, a wide grin showing on her face now. "You remind me very much of fighters I have back home. You are fierce and I like it!" Putting her bundle back together, Conni frowns and then reaches for the back of her head with her hand, frowning once more when looking to her fingers she notices the blood. "Well, I wanted to get to the hospital anyway and I think I hear ambulances coming. It would certainly beat walking. Is anyone else injured?" She looks from Lola to Akhlut and then shakes her head. "Apparently I need to dodge more."


The tide is high and ebbing.


Akhlut laughed as Conni and Lola opened the gore pinata, coughing and gaggling when some feel into his mouth. Rolling and dumping the twice dead creature into the hole beside him. He rose up, dusted, bloodied, muddy and befouled. "The dead don't enjoy their rests on this island, do they?" He looked at Conni's head for a moment, "You should have your medicine men tend to you. You're medicine men should help." With a groan, he grabbed Conni by the hips and lifted her out of the hole to set her on the side. "The women are more fierce where I came from." The man's chest shook as he laughed as he turned to Lola. "Fly from this hole with or without my aid."


Lola had her fun. Got a few extra cuts and lacerations that would bandage up easily. And ruined her clothing. Not that she worried about that so much. With the last zombie savaged, she shakes her hands out to the side, clearing off the worst of the mess that clings to her hands. She then glances between Connie and Akhlut, offering a feral grin. "Ain't no one like me," she notes to Connie. And the big guy? "Later," she offers him gruffly before turning to climb her way out. And the climb is like her. Wild, undisciplined, but effective enough. She's roughed up, but has enough left in her to get herself out and make off into the night. The night will help her get away without making too much more a scene, the young woman showing some talent in stealth as she disappears.