entranceway | [Video] Entry #2

[The camera's pointed at Jay's shoes. Wherever he is, it's carpeted, and it's at least somewhat well-lit. When he finally speaks, it's at a whisper and oddly flat.]

If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...

[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]

...Don't.

[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]

Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.

[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]

Last warning.

[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.

He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.

Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.

There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]

[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.

Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]

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[Shifting to rest the crossbow in her lap so that she can text, watching the street, gaze moving between the screen and keeping an eye around her.]

What about one of those bottle things, or something like it? Something you can throw?

[Because getting back down there doesn't seem safe in her book.]

Good idea in retrospect. Too late now, though.

[Great. Great. If he'd just taken five more seconds to think this plan through, then he might not have to climb down there. He could've just taken a rag and a bottle from the house, poured some leftover gasoline inside. Poor man's remote detonator.

But here he is. With a plan to walk straight into danger. Story of his short, useless life.]

[Wendy looks to the house, back to the tree, frowning as she starts texting again.]

youre going to get dead. I mean, I know everyone says youll come back, but that's not a way anyone wants to die. Like i really dont want towatch you die.

dont go down ther and die.

[Jay looks down. The crowd of walkers has gotten bigger, enough so that if Jay tried to climb down, he'd be climbing right onto a carpet of hungry zombie faces.

He shifts into a more stable position.]

Not going down there now.

good. it was a good idea. i mean if you blow them up, they should die right? and means more come down here. basically i can pick them off from up there. OH! you should get something from the closet and pick them off as they move in. if you want to kill them.

[That's totally helpful, right?]

[Jay just almost died and does not have the presence of mind for capitalization or punctuation right now.]

good news i think we killed a few

also good news if you saw what happened tim and i are still alive

[Wendy wasn't on the rooftop anymore. Instead, when things started going crazy, she had ducked back behind the chimney and then slunk inside, staying by the upper window to take shots at any zombies that got too close to the house she was in.]

GOOD! I saw! What even were you thinking? I mean that was awesome but what were you thinking?!

i was thinking i'd be able to make a decent zombie trap
or at least stay up in the tree until they got bored

did not anticipate tim
doing

what he did

or clementine. anything about clementine.

indoors now though

did you get some of them? thats what matters right?

[At least in her mind it was.]

[That is what matters, isn't it?]

some i think
disoriented a lot but that's temporary
hoping the building will come down on more of them

is it still standing

[Please let at least this part of his plan work.]

[It's a while before she texts back, and obviously went up to the roof to go check.]

Not all of it. Parts may be wiggling though and that's not at all creepy. [Nope, that's entirely creepy.]

wiggling?

[Jay's trying to picture it, and all he's coming up with is a grotesque, wobbling rubber house. After today, it's enough to make his stomach churn.]

because it's coming down or because the zombies inside?

you know, like moving. its hard to tell from here since theres still smoke. lets go with coming down.

let's go with that

[It's a while before Jay's next message, and by now he's calmed down enough to manage some capitalization.]

Good you didn't caught up in any of this. Vantage point up there is useful, but still too close.

yeah well i'm not leaving this place. safer up here than it is down there. least for now. i've got supplies to hold out for another day or two.

Good.

[She's safe for now. Jay hasn't put anyone else in danger. She's safe.]

The event should be over by then, but if it isn't, maybe we can get someone to run you some supplies.

cool. thanks for that. two events in and im over this. which yeah, i know. everyone is.

Same number here. Must have shown up around the same time.

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