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Man, okay, when I made a zombie contingency plan back in Beacon Hills? I was really not expecting it to actually happen! [ Hello wonderland! Long time no see. Well, not really, but someone's been keeping to himself lately. Stiles appears on the video feed in what looks like one of the prison cells, armed with--is that a baseball bat? That is definitely a baseball bat. He’s not alone, either, and he pans the camera out a little to show Allison Argent sitting with him, a little closer to the door. ]

I'm gonna try to lay it down here as quick as I can, alright? Zombie apocalypse, three rules. [ Three fingers go up. ] I’m not saying I’m an expert or anything but, dude, if you want someone who’s like a walking bestiary? Not me. Walking zombie movie nerd? I so got you.

Stiles, I don’t think-

[ There's a hand wave off screen--he's so got this! ] Right, so, like I was saying, three rules. One, double tap. Like, make sure something's really dead before you go around touching it. In fact, they're freakin' infection riddled corpses, so, better yet, don't touch them at all. And if you have to use something to scatter their brains everywhere, go for a knife or a club or, as I've been reliably informed in past situations, a metal bat. Not a wooden one. Those shatter.

Or, you know, if you don’t have the choice-

[ Not that he would know that or anything. TRUCKING ON. ] But like, guns and shit take more time to reload, and then if you run out of ammo you're boned. Unless you’re Allison, because she could probably shoot out a zombie’s eye from a moving truck, Kate Bishop style. [ And throwing a grin at her, yep.

to which she is kind of just rolling her eyes. not that the video feed can see, of course, but she is. ]

Two, uh, don't stop moving if you get the chance--I mean, anything's safe, yeah, but it's not safe forever. It's ten times easier for the Night of the Living Dead to go all gungho in your body parts if you're making a camp where you sit around and sing kumbaya every now and then.

And three, you remember all those like really horrible ironic shirts about duct tape? It literally does fix anything, just--call me a knight in shining armor. [ He flashes a little bit of a grin to the screen and offers his arms, covered in silver tape up to just before his elbows. ] It's hard to get through duct tape with a knife, and it's not gonna be a perfect fix, but it might buy you some time. And I mean, it's kind of awkward and sticky at first? But you get used to it.

[ There's a two second pause, and he makes a face. ] I definitely didn't think I was going to actually have to go to the frickin' duct tape armor. When this event is over and I rip off all my arm hair it better be worth it.

[ There are a lot more rules than that, actually--things like, if your friend gets bitten you have to be ready to kill them--but Stiles doesn't think he can say that out loud, let alone instruct other people to do it, so he just tries for a lopsided grin and a voice that sounds like his dad's. ] Stick together, and hey, man, when this is over, we can all brag we survived the zombie apocalypse. Jussay--hey!

[ and it’s right then that the video feed gets ripped from stiles’ hands. there’s a lot of movement, and some muffled arguing, and when the feed does finally come to it looks like allison is arguing with someone (stiles) off-screen ]

No, Stiles, seriously- [ right, camera feed, allison gives an awkward smile to the video, a quick glance to stiles offscreen, and then she’s back. ] Not to, you know, discredit what Stiles said or anything-

[ but she is. kinda. just a little. ]

Because it was totally fine! [ He pipes up from the background, but more put out than angry. ]

Find something that doesn’t need ammo- like he was talking about the baseball bat. Honestly, a pipe or a stick that’s thick enough that it won’t break. Doesn’t have to be a bat. [ have another look, stiles. (To which she immediately receives one in return, because he and this bat have been through some trusty times that almost worked together, thank you very much!) ] Don’t let them bite you, and don’t ingest any kind of liquid from them. Cover as much of yourself as you can. I’m not sure exactly how these zombies- [ stiles your snicker isn’t appreciated thank you ] work, but whatever happens don’t let them bite you. Long sleeves, duct tape, whatever. Also- [ what allison holds up is a long-bow, and she carries it like she knows what she’s doing. she gives a look to the camera like yes okay I carry a bow around with me what are you going to do about it before she sets it done. ] Anything long-range will help, a lot. Stay as far away from them as you can but don’t be afraid to take them out. Go for the head, or the neck, and keep going.

If you need help, call out. The jail’s not that big and some of us- [ some, being a key word here ] -will be making rounds, just trying to take out as many of these things as we can. If you need help, just ping me or- [ okay so she’s not as happy about saying this but she goes with it anyway ] Stiles. Either way, we should be able to come help.

[ Stiles nods at her, then at the feed, waving two fingers at it, tone a little sarcastic. ] So basically, guys, just try not to act like your typical white-male-jock-horror-movie-protag, and you'll be ace. Keep your heads up. [ And with that, he cuts the feed. ]

private to: scott mccall, derek hale, isaac lahey, cora hale, jackson whittemore

if you guys have a super secret meeting place set up now would be an A+ time to divulge it
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where are you?

{feel free to specify if you'd like to get answers from one person in particular. ♥ network or action whatevah whatevah. }

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[ Isaac sounds beyond freaked out. Oh god, he's trying not to have a panic attack from being in the cell, trying really really hard. And he's human. He doesn't dare use video, but he's pretty sure he wouldn't be able to type up a coherent text without a million typos. Fingers are shaky as he grips the handle of the machete with one hand. When he speaks his voice is tight and quiet. ]

I - I might be a bit. I'm not - I'm human.

[ He glances over to the still gnashing head on the ground outside the door. He'd been trying to find Scott, Derek, or Allison, but he ran into that thing and it tried to take a bite out of him. For once he was glad that the mansion seemed to remember he was a resident and leave a couple of his things in the cell... But there was no way in hell he was gonna wear the scarf on the "bed." but it sure as shit was getting stuffed into one of his pockets. The machete on the other hand, the gift from Ellen... Yeah he'd snatched it up and used it for said decapitation. ]

Goin' for their neck doesn't work... [ If you listen hard enough you might be able to hear the snapping of teeth. ] At least they're walkers and not runners. [ He's seen enough horror and Syfy movies to know zombie stereotypes. He's trying to talk himself down, to get over the holy fuck Zombies and holy fuck tight confined spaces. ]

Isaac-

[ guess who is packing up and heading out, right this instant. just hearing that i'm human has her in chaos-mode. if he's human then he's vulnerable and that means she- well. she's ready to head out, some kind of pole in hand and her bow strung across her shoulders. ]

Are you okay? Where are you?

[ He pauses, thinking. ]

I don't know. It's a cell block. I'm in one of the cells - I ran into one of those things. I'm not - I didn't get bit if that's what you're asking.

[ There's a sickening crunch and a muttered "shut up" as Isaac slams his boot down on the thing's severed head, followed promptly by a hell of a lot of quiet gagging. He is gonna be sick there is brain matter and blood all over the floor and his shoe now. ]

I think there are more of them around here.

Listen- [ and her voice might be more than just a little forcibly calm. she can do this much, at least. ] When it's safe, can you get out of the cell? Is it locked? I'm going to come find you.

[ she hears the sound and her eyes close for just a moment before she gets back to work, cutting down a zombie or two that happens to be in the hallway in front of her. they're not alive. ]

There are a lot of them. More than I can count. Just- don't get bit.

Y-Yeah. It's not locked. I didn't close it all the way. [ For a moment he wonders what it'd be like if she were the alpha, she's a leader it's easy to tell, and easier to follow. ] Okay. Do you... Where do you want me to go? [ It bothers him a little how helpless he sounds, and also how he's asking her to lead him like he doesn't have a brain of his own. ]

If I wonder around looking for you, wouldn't it take longer?

[ He's actually half way in and half way out the cell at the moment, he'd wanted to shut the walker head up. ]

Allison - I really hate jail cells...

[ allison's not even thinking about that, worried more about finding isaac and getting him out of harm's way. if he's human, then scott's probably human. derek too. jackson- god. none of them know how to fight without their instincts. they're helpless.

she's got to find him. and scott. and everyone else. but first, isaac responded. isaac first. ]

No, don't- don't go anywhere. If you can stand out in the hall, maybe find a way to signal that you're there...don't make a lot of noise. That attracts them.

[ she moves a little faster at that last bit. god, if she could just find him- ]

If it's safe to stay outside of it, you don't have to be in there. But Isaac, you have to make sure you're safe.

[ He seems to have the same thing on his mind, or perhaps he gained some telepathy with the whole being human thing. ]

Scott. What about Scott. If I'm human - he's human, right? Allison, you've got to find him. [ Whatever semblance of getting it together he had goes out the window. His voice quiet, tight and shaky. ] There were inhalers in his room, he used to have asthma.

[ He might be terrified, but at least he has a weapon, he can defend himself. And even if he couldn't, he owes it to Scott that he finds safety first, or at least try to talk her into going after him first. ] He can't run from them.

[ wouldn't that be nice? ]

I'll find him. [ she says it all at once, before isaac's really even done talking. the bit about the asthma...god. she knew about it, sort of, but she didn't think about it. ] Once I've got you and we meet back up with Stiles maybe he'll see the post and let us know where he is.

[ because guess what, that text up there was private to stiles. so allison has no idea scott's even seen it. ] I'm looking for him while I'm on my way to you- he's going to be okay.

[ A lot nicer than this. ]

Find him first. [ The words are a bit louder than they probably should have been. He doesn't know how she should be able to if she hasn't contacted them, but she needs to. If he needs her help, and doesn't get it because she's helping him... Shuffling nearby makes him curse just loud enough for the feed to catch.

He could hide under the bed, stay and fight, or he could run. He sure as hell wasn't going to lock himself in the cell. His voice is a whisper again as he peeks out to see how many were down the hall. ] He's not going to be okay if he can't run or breathe. I'd rather get bit than him. [ The last words roll out without him really thinking about them, and they're kind of a kick in the gut. He's not even thinking about how she cannot find Scott since he hasn't really contacted her, he's got a lot on his mind. Like Scott, and Derek and Cora and Santana. Not to mention the claustrophobia and the noise he's hearing nearby. ]

[ the sound of his voice makes her freeze for a moment, just because she can't remember a time that he's every really snapped at her like that before. but rather than letting it get to her, allison's eyes harden as she looks at the camera. ]

You messaged me. I'm coming to find you. I can't find him until I have an idea of where he is. He could be outside for all I know.

[ the tone of her voice is cold, hard. isaac can try and argue if he wants to, but she's at the point where she is just about to shut the feed off on him and go find him without the video. ]

No one is getting bit. [ okay? is left silent at the end of that, as she ends up sliding the device into her pocket as she checks around the corner, taking down one before she picks it up again. ] Is there anything around you that could help me find you?

[ Isaac falls completely silent, both feeling bad for snapping at her immediately and wanting to listen to what she has to say. He'd apologize but at the moment she seems to think there's more important things to be done. He stays so silent it probably seems like he ended the feed himself, but then he speaks up. ] Okay. [ Okay, he'll listen to her, okay he'll follow her lead, okay he trusts her. ]

One sec, there's two'a those things... Let me... do somethin' and then I'll look.

[ He slips the device in his own pocket stepping outside the cell to face the creatures. He doesn't have any of the powers that actually made him any good at fighting, sure he still has muscle, but getting near the chompers kinda is a little too heavy for him, he's not about that life.

The sounds of a scuffle can be heard on his end, and of course the obvious throaty noises the walkers make before the noise of one of the cell doors being pulled closed is heard. Then things go a little too quiet. Yes he had just shoved them in the cell so he could stab them in the head easier through the bars. After a moment he fishes the communicator from his pocket. ]

There's - uh - there's a c on the wall? This place is sectioned alphabetically?

[ the okay makes her feel better, relaxes her back off that edge of defensiveness she'd been creeping up into. he's not going to fight her on this, that much is evident in his tone, so she can relax and get back to work. she stops out in one of the hallways as he goes to take care of the two on his side of the line - a little ball of stress tightening in her gut at the sound. is he okay? isaac? isaac hurry up

allison doesn't like the quiet, either, but she waits. keeps her breathing steady as she gets a better idea of where she is to start looking for him. when the rustle comes back up with him pulling the device out of his pocket, she starts moving again.

c block, wait... ]

If it's a prison, then it should. [ when she sees the letter b on the wall around a corner, she picks up speed, starting to run rather than walk. ] Does it have any numbers? Like a floor?

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