Zombie Apocalypse

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Lately, everyone has been having bad dreams. They close their eyes with fear in their hearts, knowing they will awaken in just a few hours screaming. Why is this? No one knows.

Then one day, with the full moon beaming down over Hexasol, the undead rise from their graves.

Deceased dogs and cats crave one thing, and one thing only: brains.

It is up to the city of Hexasol to defend themselves against these evil beasts, or become zombie cats/dogs!

What will your characters do when everything they once knew has now been turned upside down? Will cats and dogs group together to fight them? Or will they be selfish and just try to save themselves?

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So, that's the basic plot of this thread. ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. Yeah baby, this is gonna be fuuuun. It's an open thread. It's going to be amazing. You can roleplay your dead characters as zombies if you like. You can turn your own character into a zombie (don't worry, this thread won't affect your characters in the rest of the site)

Just have fun with this one. It's gonna be aweesomee

Let the zombies commence!

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/2mhy7gp.jpg] "Speech." The ground trembled as the undead lioness dragged her bloody paws along the wet ground. Dawn was approaching as she breathed in the scent of the living. She let out a groan of satisfaction as Florence approached her first victims. They were a family of dogs, sleeping in a disused building. None of them had detected the flesh rotting lion as a smile curved on her broken lips. With a few snaps of her creaking jaws, she indulged herself in the dogs, ripping at their flesh as they awoke suddenly, silently screaming. She infected their blood with her death before she left, leaving a pile of corpses behind her. Satisfied, Florence trailed off for her next victim. The dead had begun to awoke this night. Florence had woken to intense hunger as she craved the taste of blood and flesh. She had seen dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of cats and dogs that had been long dead. Maggots writhed through their skin, eating away at their flesh. Florence's fur had all but been rinsed away, leaving her scarred, pale skin on show to the full moon. Cold blood dribbled from her open wounds, looking as fresh as the day Brooke had killed her. It had been over a year since Florence's death, but she still felt the agony of the torture Brooke had put her through. As much as her memory had faded in that year, she still remembered the past life. She remembered her children, her lover, her enemies. Although she felt little for any of them, Florence still remembered. If she came across Panja, or Alex, or any other lion she had once loved, Florence wouldn't hesitate to kill them. She longed to eat them. It became apparent as Florence walked that the zombie epidemic was suddenly being noticed. She watched as living canines and felines ran. Some were being pounced down by the undead, whilst others got a lucky escape. Florence pawed at a writhing cat beneath her. His eyes were full of fear as he stared up at her. Florence vaguely wondered whether he recognised the ex-leader of the Iris Pride, before she sank her teeth into his skin and ate him like a glutton. Even after her meal, she was starving. The dogs and cats she had swallowed seeped through the open wound in her stomach, leaving a trail of blood and flesh behind her. Bloody pawprints guided her to the more zombies, more cats, more dogs, more food. Licking her lips hungrily, Florence wondered who her next feast would be.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://oi50.tinypic.com/2hmzy2x.jpg] Jarko snarled to himself. "No such things as ghosts and zombies! It's just a normal night!", he spat in frustration. But his legs refused to walk any farther. He felt a bit wobbly too. Something was nagging at him in the back of his head "NO, DON'T GO!!!" But what could really be out there? A mouse? Wow, so scary. Well, rats were creepy. He didn't like them; they'll rip off your tail if they have too. But he still had a tail, so why was his stomach churning? Why was he so scared? The eerie darkness was hissing his name. Telling him to leave. But he refused. There was food over there and he knew it. His legs were like lead, but he trudged on into the night. The light was fading as darkness fell. The first star showed it's face. He wished he could be like that star; safe in the sky, laughing down at other terrified dogs. "But I am safe!", he growled. "There's nothing out here!! Then he saw it; something caught his eye; a lion. Well, not just an ordinary lion. A vile one, rotted and scarred. Again, he was frozen. But he couldn't even think now. Paralyzed, he could do nothing but take in her image. She was a zombie for sure. The voice in his head was now crying for him to run, begging with all it's might. And then he had a horrifying thought. His parents would be after him too. And Rokei...Unless she had survived. And his other siblings. He thought of all the death and for a moment, forgot about the undead lioness and was horrified by the picture in his head. His family, dressed in ripped flesh rather than fur. He blocked them out, and shot back into reality. It was probably too late, but his immovable legs began to move again and he was screaming as loud as he could, running in the opposite direction.

[Hunter]

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She’d had a whole lot of bad dreams lately. No, not just bad dreams, nightmares. And it was the same thing over and over again for so many nights in a row that Kira was losing count. She dreamt of her mother, Florence, coming up from her grave, finding her and hunting her down, eating her. It was such a silly dream because there was no way she was ever going to see her crazed mother again. She’d been torn apart by the Tempest canines, Brooke herself even, so how on earth should it be possible to stand in front of her mother again?

And this night’s dreams weren’t any different. She snarled and hissed in her sleep, but the nightmare wouldn’t let her go; not until screams cracked the silence of the night. Kira hurled her head up in chock and looked franticly around her in the dark room. Nothing there. Maybe she’d just imagined it. The moonlight shone down upon her in her room in the slaughterhouse, but as she lay her head down on her paws and peacefully closed her eyes to get some sleep, she heard the piercing sound again. And more screams followed the first. She raised her head again as she heard felines suddenly running in the corridors outside her room, commanders shouting orders to their subjects, and an icing feeling suddenly crept over her skin. When was the last time she’d felt nervous? Deciding not just to lay around and do nothing, Kira rose from her spot and went out in the corridor, looking over all the felines who ran to the doors to get outside. Were they under attack from the Tempest Pack? Kira snarled and decided that it had to be the reason for all this mess in the middle of the night and ran with the others to stand outside.

But as she shouldered the door open and stepped outside in the moonlight, a whole different sight met her and the other felines: it wasn’t the Tempest Pack attacking them… it was all kinds of canines and felines who charged the members of the Iris Pride. But they were all… dead? The living carcasses were only covered in thin skin and rotten flesh, but all too often chalky bones stuck out to be revealed in the moonlight. She couldn’t believe her own eyes, but as she saw the felines of the pride being consumed by the zombies, Kira decided that even if this was a dream, she couldn’t just stand by and watch. It was time to take action. ”Everyone gather in groups - no one should fight alone! I don’t know what caused this shit to happen, but let’s send them right back to hell where they come from!” she shouted and the chaotic scenery changed as the felines started to gather in groups, helping each other fight against the zombies. ”Don’t get bitten!” she snarled as a boiling corpse started to rise from the ground, clearly infected with a zombie’s bite. Backhanding the zombie cat with a massive paw, Kira roared and joined a group with two cats and a lynx against two zombie ocelots.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://oi50.tinypic.com/2hmzy2x.jpg] Jarko swerved to avoid slamming into Kira. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!!" He realized he was just getting mobbed by more zombies. They were everywhere. A wolf almost got him, nipping his back leg, but not piercing his flesh. He turned back, leaped on the wolf and ripped out a hunk of flesh from it. The awful taste of zombie blood filled his mouth. He was slammed onto the ground, nearly had his throat ripped out, but quickly slashed the zombie's eyes. The wolf roared in anger, pawing at it's face. Jarko seized his chance, tackled the wolf and ended it's pained life. A dead cat's eyes suddenly open, still bleeding from a bite. Another zombie. He caught the cat who suddenly flew at him in his jaws and crushed it's bones. The taste in his mouth was the worst he'd ever experienced. He needed to get out of here. Countless times he nearly been bitten. He decided to turn back. There were just more of them the further he went. Racing down the streets, kicking a fox in the face with his back legs, he was dodging snapping teeth every which way. Out of breath, covered in blood, he almost looked like a zombie himself. He saw the living lioness again, but ignored her and ran down an alleyway. This place contained nothing but a zombie preying on a carcass. He watched in horror as it split open a dog's skull and preyed on the brains. The zombie's cold, dead eyes stared at him. He felt this one was stronger than the others. It was a wolfdog. Jarko knew wolfdogs were rather powerful. With the strength and size of a dog, but the instinct and cleverness of a wolf. It was overwhelming. He was certain he couldn't avoid a bite. He felt he should run, but there were thousands outside. "Let's go you undead bastard!"

[♥Picasso]

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/30iyl1z.jpg,true] Denim twitched in his sleep, face contorting with fear, as he slept out another nightmare. He didn't understand why these bad dreams had suddenly appeared in his mind. He often saw his mother's sunken eyes and blood-stained muzzle, before she let out a deafening roar in his mind, startling Denim awake. Tonight was no different as he sat up, fur prickling with unease. He looked around his surroundings, spotting the slumbering Natiri and Take nearby. Chewing his lip, Denim stood from his sleeping place, knowing he would not be able to sleep for the rest of the night. Fatigued, he left the building to go for a short walk, perhaps even catch some breakfast for Iri and Take before they woke. Stretching his powerful muscles, Denim began to walk down the street, feeling the cool breeze rustle through his tawny fur. He didn't know what he felt, but there was something not quite right about tonight. His body was buzzing with anticipation, ready to leap on anything lurking in the shadows. He was on edge, eyes darting around his surroundings uneasily. As he walked closer to the city centre, Denim heard the screams and shouts. Pausing, Denim looked at the cloudless sky. The moon shone down brightly on the street, lighting up his way. What was the commotion about? His instincts told him to turn back, but Denim's curiosity was too great to miss this. He continued forward, heart pounding in his chest. He saw dogs and cats alike looking terrified, running the opposite direction. Many were covered in blood and scratches. A fight? At this time of night? It didn't seem logical. No one had heard anything about it. Besides, this was neutral territory and it looked as though the canines and felines were not only Iris and Tempest, but also loners. Surely the packs hadn't started attacking the neutrals? Worried, Denim hid down an alleyway, watching out for what these poor dogs and cats were running from. Then came the horror. His heart dropped and his mouth fell open at the sight that came before him. Undead animals, limbs hanging off their bodies, eyes unseeing as they stalked down the streets. They looked crazed. Their flesh were rotting away, some with their skeletons fully on show. Letting out a small, strangled gasp, Denim backed further into the alley as they got closer and closer. One pounced on a poor, defenceless cat, sinking its teeth into its neck. They then left the cat to squirm and shriek, writhing on the ground. Denim wished he could just put the feline out of its poor misery. It soon began to convulse, then still. Dead. Letting out a small sigh, Denim looked around for anymore of the undead animals, but saw none. He was just about to leave the alley when the 'dead' feline suddenly stirred. Denim froze, confused. That cat had clearly been dead. It had stopped breathing. With growing horror, Denim saw the feline rise from the dead, eyes unseeing like the other zombies, and begin to search for its next victim. Realisation flooded Denim. Those undead animals were infecting each other. The more they killed and sank their teeth into your skin, the more zombies there would be in Hexasol. Denim's body locked up, frozen with utter terror. He then turned on his heel and ran all the way back to where Natiri and Take would be slumbering. He was out of breath by the time he barraged into the building, hoping to the Gods that the zombies hadn't found his family. Relief flooded though him as he saw the two dogs still asleep, unharmed. Letting out a shaky, relieved breath, he began to lick Natiri's head, his rough tongue sliding across her fur in hope to wake her swiftly but calmly. ooc; feel free to powerplay Florence, anyone. Just don't, like, kill her. I want her infecting people Also, remember to use your own NCPs for zombies because zombies are fuuun

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[atrb=background,http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx34/Kitten_Lovour/sirimiddle-1.png] Siri walks. "Siri talks." 'Siri Thinks' She was wide awake now because of her sudden recurring nightmares. She had caught parts of conversations from other pride members; Siri wasn't the only one having the same nightmare over and over again. The panther's nightmare involved being back where she was before joining Iris: she was once again at the mercy of a pack of mangy cur's, being forced to hunt for the pack when she barely had the strength to hunt for herself, being demoralized, and any other act of cruelty you could think of. The black jaguar's pride wouldn't allow her to admit that she was afraid of something. It's not like she was close to anyone in the pride anyway. Slowly, she prowled the streets of the pride's territory. Tonight, she was awake not because of her nightmares, but because she could tell that something was very wrong. There was something unnatural about this particular night, but she couldn't tell what exactly it was. She leapt on top of a dumpster then onto the roof of a building close to the slaughterhouse. She sat on her haunches and wrapt her tail around her paws as she surveyed her surroundings, looking for anything that might seem out of place. A distant, but loud, yowl of pain caught her attention, as well as the felines around her. Siri stood back up and stared in the direction of of the now multiple sounds of pain. She jumped off of the roof when she saw two canines making a beeline for the slaughterhouse, 'Tempest dogs trying to rescue their friends? I expected better of them.' She thought with a smirk then stood in front of the door to the slaughterhouse. A confused expression appeared on her face when she saw more canines, but they were accompanied by felines also. Some of the felines suddenly ran toward the slaughterhouse, looking for shelter and Siri gave them all looks of contempt until she looked back at their attackers. The coats of the assailants were either thin or missing completely. What really caught her attention was the sight of bones that shouldn't be exposed. All of the cats and dogs attacking the pride were supposed to be dead. A growl was released from her muzzle. She was afraid, but she wasn't going to turn tail and run like some of the other felines. Siri's own life was at stake, all she would worry about at the moment was getting herself out of this alive. She backed up further into the slaughterhouse before swiping at and destroying any of the zombies that came her way.

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/15ydes6.jpg] "Speech." Honestly, the puppy would have preferred to sleep somewhere outside the city, but he wasn't one to complain either. He quickly fell asleep next to Natiri when the odd family found a place to sleep for the night. Like the other residence the city, Take was also a victim of frequent nightmares. He was only able to wake himself up half the time, this was one of the nights where the puppy couldn't escape from his nightmare. For some reason Denim and Natiri wouldn't be around, leaving Take to play and explore on his own. Then his grandfather would find him and drag him out of the city while the other cats and dogs would only watch, and his surrogate mother and father were nowhere to be found. Instead of taking the puppy back and training him for battle, he would be taken to a place where, most likely, no one would go or find him. Take would then be beaten, violently shaken, and had every bone in his body broken before being left for dead. Soft whining could be heard as the pup slept until he finally awoke to his 'father' trying to wake Natiri. Even though the odd couple had adopted Take, he wasn't quite used to calling them mom and dad just yet. Take yawned and sleepily looked up at the lion, who seemed afraid for some reason. Before he could ask what was wrong. The distant sounds of pain and panic caught his attention. "What's going on out there?" He asked before standing and slowly heading toward the door. He was smart enough to know, from the sounds he was hearing, that something was wrong, but he couldn't help but be curious. He could hear a feline's pained yowling as he peeked out the door. He could see a white dog tearing apart a caracal, there was obviously something wrong with that dog thought. Only his head was white, the rest of his body was exposed muscle and skin. He started to shake when he saw an exposed ribcage. Take ran back into the building when he saw that the dog didn't even have eyes. "What's going on!?" He shouted in fright and tried to hide under Denim. (the dog he saw is supposed to be my old character Blake)

[drsnakes]

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[atrb=background,http://i1291.photobucket.com/albums/b555/zombiesnakes/Canine/Cross/CrocTableMid_zpscb5b035c.png] [scrolly:h(120),w(450),sy] Acting. "Speaking." Thinking. It was happening again. Why was it happening again? Why was it happening at all? Crocifisso writhed, rolling, curling up in a ball, doing anything to try and escape the terrible night visions that plagued him. As he lay, curled in a small ball, he whimpered and whined. In his mind's eye, the night was dark; pitch back, with only the stars to light the way. The moon was nowhere to be seen. Castien stood before him, his eyes blood red. Blood dripped from the canine's jaws. Cross could do nothing but stare. Just like before, he was frozen with terror at the sight of his only brother covered in blood. "They're dead," his brother's voice - only, it was still too dark and emotionless to be Castien's voice - seemed to echo in the darkness. Cross shook his head in disbelief, even though he knew it to be true. He followed his brother's eyes to their parents' corpses, his heart hammering painfully in his chest. The stench of blood - his parents' blood - filled his nose, coiling in his chest, choking him. He couldn't breathe. His jaws parted as he began to pant and gasp for breath. This is a dream, Cross reminded himself. He could control dreams. That's what his mother told him. Cross shut his eyes, but when he opened them seconds later, the scene hadn't changed. Castien was looking at him through red, emotionless eyes, and his parents still lay in a pool of their own blood. Cross's stomach began to churn and his head began to pound. "Pathetic," he heard Castien spit out. Castien's paws made little noise as the Elkhound made his way to his parents' bodies. He looked up at Cross with a sickening grin, the blood on his lips only adding to the horror. Cross's fur stood on end as he watched his brother wave a paw over their parents. His ears pricked as the other dog spoke in some strange language. Curiosity got the better of Cross, and he stepped forward, trying hard to ignore the sickening squelch under his paws. Before his eyes, Tuarwen and Arthion slowly stood. Both of their necks had been completely shredded, the flesh hanging limply off the bones. Arthion had a broken shoulder; Tuarwen's neck flopped in strange places. The fur along Cross's spine stood higher, and every instinct demanded he run. As the couple opened their eyes, Cross was horrified to see that they were still lifeless; glossed over and pale. Castien smirked at him. "Masterpieces, aren't they?" the dog cooed. "Raised from the dead; it's nice, isn't it?" he laughed as Cross slowly shook his head. "I though you wanted them alive, Crossy. It's not like they're any different. They would have eaten you any second," Castien cackled. Just as Arthion pounced on him, Cross awoke. He jumped to his paws, fur standing up everywhere, snarling loudly. His ears were pinned against his head, his eyes so wide the whites showed. It took several long seconds for Cross to finally calm down, though his dark eyes continued to dart around the area. He'd been sleeping in an alley. A tarp hung coincidentally from one building to the next, and Cross had used that to his advantage. Now, however, the walls felt too close. Crocifisso wasted little time exiting the alley. Just as he turned the corner, he was knocked over by another dog. Cross stood quickly, snarling in the dog's direction, but it was already long gone. He ceased snarling and cocked his head. His ears swerved back uncertainly, his eyes watching the dog. Cross was confused - and that was an understatement. He turned the direction the dog had come from, his ears pricked forward now as he listened. Howls of pain reached his long black ears, and his fur once again stood on end. What the fuck is happening? he growled in his mind. Curiosity - and the desire to prove he wasn't afraid - caused him to move closer. As the dust steadily cleared and the screaming grew louder, Cross halted. He couldn't move anymore. It seemed as though his nightmare had come to life, though neither his parents nor Castien were anywhere to be seen. And this time, he knew it wasn't a dream. Cats and dogs alike rose from the ground, staring lifelessly out at the world beyond them. Dogs with hanging jaws, cats with torn legs... creatures with missing eyes and half-decomposed bodies all made their way toward the living. Right before Cross's eyes, he watched as a dog was caught by a lion's claws. She slid him back to her, her long, sharp claws digging into the dog's leg. He watched with horror as she bit into his skull, before she walked off for her next kill. Crocifisso watched in horror as that dog now stood, his skull crushed and brain matter leaking from his ears, eyes, and nose. The undead dog stumbled, tripped, and crawled his way forward, closer to Cross. But Cross was frozen. Flashbacks of his parents covered the image of the dog, and it was no longer the dog that was after him, but his parents. [/scrolly]

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Banner had been feeling uneasy for days now, weeks maybe. He had dismissed it as his usual anxiety, his usual fear that he'd lose control again. Why else would he be nervous anyway? Perhaps the oncoming winter? Well that usually was no problem for a dog as bulky as him. His breed was made for harsh, snowy climates. He could go a while without food, too, if it so happened that he couldn't find prey. And yet, this constant nervousness, maybe even paranoia was a better word at this point, felt different from his normal anxiety.

It was dark when he was jerked awake by the sounds of creaking floorboards, "Who's there?!"[/color] he called. The dark was almost bleaker than usual, his eyes straining to see into the room ahead of him. The boards continued to creak. It sounded to him as if someone was dragging themselves over to him. Lip curled upwards and fur bristling defensively, Banner took a step back. He was not a coward, but there was something about this already that made his skin crawl.

That was when it appeared. Almost all at once, some... thing leapt towards him, jaws gaping. Banner only barely missed getting bitten by the monster by leaping to the side. It was then that the terrible smell hit him. Rotting flesh. Gagging, he made some distance between himself and the creature, whatever it was, before his eyes went wide with shock. "There's no way..."[/color]

But there the animal was. Banner recognized the creature as the dog he had taken down in a blind fury the other day. The grotesque sight before him not only terrified him, but it would haunt him for the rest of his days. Surely, this was God's way of telling him he was an abomination to this world. He had sent the dead after him. "I'm sorry!"[/color] he screamed. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it!"[/color] But the dog only crept closer to him.

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In a panic, Banner rushed towards the zombie, head down, and with a yowl, charged right through the undead monster. The innards and rotting skin and muscles of the animal clung to his fur as he ran out of the building he had been taking shelter in.

Upon stepping outside, however, the extent of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. Everywhere he looked, there was chaos. The dead and living were fighting at every corner. Shock ebbed away after a few moments, his anxiety slipping away and anger bubbling up beneath his skin. Suddenly, he let out a series of barks and snarls. Control was no longer an option. If he was to survive this... he had to let the other guy take control.[/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[`K E Z Z I ♥♥]

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2i6fevc.png] Thoughts Speech It was a cold, empty sleep that Natiri was woken from comfortingly, and for a few moments her natural instinct was to curl closer to the guardian that was, in a sense, mothering her. Not yet fully awake, the female nosed her slender muzzle against her puppy's soft fluffy fur. That was until Iri recognised Denim's strong fear-scent and she immediately jolted upright, sitting now and glancing around in a startled manner. Hard brown eyes rested upon the only soul she would ever love, and her heart began to thud with uncertainty. Why on earth did he look so stricken and petrified? Rising fully to her paws, the tri coloured stray shook her head a fraction at the lion as if to ask him what the problem was. Why was he breathing so frantically as though he'd just run a thousand miles to reach them? She couldn't help the way her hackles bristled without a second thought, especially as she took in his flared black pupils. Before she could whisper urgently into Denim's large ear, Natiri felt their adopted son stir at her paws. She glanced worriedly down at the orange puppy, the tip of her tail twitching in thought. Whatever it was that the lion had come to alert them of was not going to be good news, that she was fully aware of, and Iri understood the need to protect their new responsibility. She looked back up at the towering big cat, "Denim, what is it?"

[/b]Tentatively she leaned over to touch his shoulder gently, hoping it would comfort it a little. All this affectionate stuff was new to her, and though the action was unavoidably stiff and awkward it was a gigantic leap forward from several months ago. A small, concerned voice filtered into the crisp night air. "What's going on out there?" It took Natiri a few moments to figure out what Take was questioning, and then she heard them. The screams of pain, the scurrying of paw-steps and most curiously, deep eerie moaning.

The black and tan female's eyes widened in horror, what on earth was happening all around them? What could possibly be happening at this hour, Iris and Tempest cannot be fighting now! Taking a deep breath in, Iri looked upwards at her friend, a deep fear chilling her blood. The female knew they both had to remain calm now, if they didn't think straight it wouldn't just be their lives at risk but the pup's too. Out of the corner of her eye, the Beauceron mix realised the Akita youngster was poking his head out of the door! In a flash she darted across to him and shoveled him inside. Yet before she could scold him like a fearful mother, something made the dog stop in her tracks. Right in front of their eyes, a large white hound was ripping a caracal to shreds and though Iri cowered from the hideous violence, that wasn't what shocked her speechless. He was decaying, his skin had peeled and his bones and muscle-structure shone in the moonlight. Dead. This was no fight between the packs, that was a zombie.

A gargled cry rose from Natiri as she watched the clearly deceased Caracal risefrom where it lay, bloodied and shredded apart. Half it's neck was slit open and the red liquid slopped onto the hard cool ground. This was the stuff of nightmares, literally and she stumbled backwards to where Denim and Take stood. She glanced up in complete terror, never before had she feared for her life so. Not to mention their son's safety was seriously jeopardized, though they hadn't looked after him for long, she had instinctively taken him under her wing. Her breathing came quick and fast but that was nothing compared to the shooting sparks of horror she experienced as a shadow darkened the doorway. A tattered but unmistakable figure staggered into their room, it was her. Yellow bones lit up in the gloomy dark, the lioness paused with a single thought clear on her zombie-fied brain. Iri gasped, pressing herself against the wall and huddling Take between her legs. Florence was back, back again.

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/30iyl1z.jpg,true] As soon as Iri woke from his comforting licking, Denim ceased the grooming and instead stood to attention, looking out for any undead ready to enter the building. Soon enough someone would smell them out and kill them, and Denim wasn't going to let that happen to his strange kind of family. Natiri knew something was up as soon as she smelt Denim's fear, but he was too frozen to talk. His mouth had completely seized up, his throat raspy and dry, and all he could do was blink wildly at her whilst quivering with fear. He was scared. Denim was accustomed to fear, perhaps a little too much for such a large lion, but he was a coward and he never denied that fact. He was frightened to death of the undead beings roaming the streets. He was petrified that they would kill him, Iri or little Take. He loved them like he would his own mate and cub. Before Denim could answer his best friend, the small voice of Take startled him out of his frozen state. His eyes widened as the curious little puppy was looking out the door. No! But it was too late and Take had seen the horror uncover outside. Denim did not know what Take witnessed out there, but it must of been horrific for the small and usually rather confident puppy to suddenly run to the lion for safety. Denim nuzzled the small puppy gently, knowing he would sacrifice everything for him. He had not known Take for very long, but he was still young and innocent and had so much life ahead of him. Whilst Denim wasn't old and was still a youth in a sense, he would still put Take's life before his own. Denim suddenly realised that whilst Natiri had been trying to move Take away from the door, she had seen was awaited them outside. It was a scene none of them had ever witnessed before, and Denim was at a loss as to what they should do. It was no use fighting the undead creatures. The risk of being bitten and infected was too great. "Their bite," Denim croaked out, sounding panicked, "It's infectious. It'll make you turn into one of them." Just as Denim was about to use the old human furniture to barricade the doors and windows, there was suddenly the creaking of approaching pawsteps. His heart clenched painfully in his chest as he took an involuntarily step back. He knew those steps were too loud to be anything smaller than a big cat. They should have been quicker! His breaths were becoming shorter and faster as the shadow pooled into the room and a ragged lioness stood before them. Denim recognised her immediately. How, Denim did not know. She was nothing of the old lioness she had once been. Her eyes were hollowed out, forever unseeing. Gaping wounds dripped with blood and flashed shining bone. The only thing Denim really saw from the prior Iris Leader was the evil smirk that now sneaked wildly onto her skull. Recognition twinkled a little in Florence's eyes as she set her gaze on Denim, however it was dim and meant nothing to her. She was not interested in her bloodline anymore. All she cared about was her hunger and desire for flesh. It was then that the lioness suddenly lunged forward, paws outstretched towards the trio. Denim immediately stood in front of them, heart in his throat, and launched back at his mother. Even from the dead she was trying to destroy the only things that Denim had ever loved. Snapping his jaws, Denim teared at the rotten flesh. It came away easily in his mouth, and the lion spat it out, revolted. He had never fought to the death, but he was fully prepared to now. Yet how do you kill the undead? How much would it take before Florence ceased to move? Denim didn't care. He would kill her. The fight didn't last long. Denim tore at her flesh over and over again. He crunched through her bones until her body finally collapsed on the ground. It must have only been a few minutes, but Denim was utterly exhausted. Letting out a slow breath, he stared down at his dead mother. He felt nothing for the corpse. Closing his eyes, he turned back to Natiri and Take. He knew he was protecting them, but he wondered what they thought of his fight. Were they scared? Horrified? Denim could feel the blood starting to dry and crust on his muzzle. He couldn't wait to bathe in a lake and wash off all of his mother's blood. He felt ill. Suddenly, a twang of pain shot through Denim's shoulder. Turning his head to find the source of the pain, his eyes widened in horror at the very clear bite mark on his shoulder. He had been bitten. A cry escaped his lips before he could even help himself. He was going to become one of them.

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