Anthea "Judd" Lakowski
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jack"... but by that time Red and I had found a flame-thrower. There was wave after wave of zombies coming at us, but we retreated into the building, and I took the 'thrower and backed into a niche one side of the entrance, and Caroline retreated down a corridor away from me and found a good sniping position.
"I kept up a steady jet coving the entrance, and every zombie coming toward me. Each screamed as it caught alight and fled, flaming from me. A few got close enough I roasted them right threw before they could get away but most streamed crackling and popping down the corridor toward Red, bumping and tripping any of their not-yet-lit brethren and spreading the fire...
"Red was amazing. Her career had gone, but there she was, long frizzy red hair streaming in the wind, leaning boldly forward into destiny. I'd never seen anyone handle a laser rifle like Red; most people need to wait, to line up, but she could snap off shot after shot after shot, punching the brains out of each charred zombie in less time than it took to take a step.
"The flickering red glow of the flaming undead and bright bicoloured pulses of her laser fire lit up her cheekbones like fireworks, a beautiful fucking face illuminated in war hell-light until I near swooned... She threw back her head and laughed, her arched white neck tensing. She slid smoothly to the side, legs flying out to give a braced firing position, neatly debraining a zombie which had tripped and fallen closer to her.
"Alone in an apocalyptic corridor, she was the apocalypse! Her rifle sputtered and blared, growing hot and sweaty to the touch. It nestled under her arm, swung from side to side, thrown wide, dropped down to be balance on a cocked hip, slid up along the side of her body armour to nestle braced against her side, the comforting warmth squeezed against her breast as it shuddered with--
"Ahem."
"Uh, I mean, she was really blowing the everloving motherfucking merde out of those festering--"
"Ahem"
Anthea came back to reality and looked round the room. To the left, ten awestruck little faces, looking up from ten awestruck little people sitting awestruck cross-legged on the classroom floor. To the right, ten more awestruck little faces looking up... Behind her, one very stern young teacher face and one very stern old teacher face.
She looked down. Little Bo (a young woman now, only a child herself in the early days) had cleared her throat carefully.
"Judd?"
"Yeah, yeah. Maybe you'd better tell this bit."
Applecheeks Bo had met them later, the first of them to have a grasp of necromancy herself, but could tell the old stories as well as Judd herself.
"Judd and Red had this wave under control, but there were enough there must be a necromancer out there somewhere. If she'd gone, they could wait out the wave -- neither weapon was anywhere near to running out. But she could be circling round, and might find some dead inside the building to raise.
"Either Judd or Red could be overwhelmed by a zombie from behind them. They waited until the horde started to thin, and then Judd broke through the horde and fled back to Caroline's position. This was much less reliable -- there was more chance a non-flaming zombie might get through, and they'd have to keep moving back into a possibly 'dead' end.
"But their caution paid off. Further inside they found a defensible cross-corridor which Judd held off with her 'thrower, while Caroline checked the rooms behind them as quickly as they could.
"There were some corpses just starting to rise, but Caroline disabled them before they could, and returned to Judd. She slid up behind her, Judd filling the corridor, and leaned through the small gap to begin finishing off the milling zombies in the wake of Judd's gun.
"The rest of the zombies were roasted out before the necromancer showed herself again, and there was just the clean-up -- chasing pitiful fleeing zombies into dead ends and finishing them before one clawed its way out of the building and fired the forest."
"I kept up a steady jet coving the entrance, and every zombie coming toward me. Each screamed as it caught alight and fled, flaming from me. A few got close enough I roasted them right threw before they could get away but most streamed crackling and popping down the corridor toward Red, bumping and tripping any of their not-yet-lit brethren and spreading the fire...
"Red was amazing. Her career had gone, but there she was, long frizzy red hair streaming in the wind, leaning boldly forward into destiny. I'd never seen anyone handle a laser rifle like Red; most people need to wait, to line up, but she could snap off shot after shot after shot, punching the brains out of each charred zombie in less time than it took to take a step.
"The flickering red glow of the flaming undead and bright bicoloured pulses of her laser fire lit up her cheekbones like fireworks, a beautiful fucking face illuminated in war hell-light until I near swooned... She threw back her head and laughed, her arched white neck tensing. She slid smoothly to the side, legs flying out to give a braced firing position, neatly debraining a zombie which had tripped and fallen closer to her.
"Alone in an apocalyptic corridor, she was the apocalypse! Her rifle sputtered and blared, growing hot and sweaty to the touch. It nestled under her arm, swung from side to side, thrown wide, dropped down to be balance on a cocked hip, slid up along the side of her body armour to nestle braced against her side, the comforting warmth squeezed against her breast as it shuddered with--
"Ahem."
"Uh, I mean, she was really blowing the everloving motherfucking merde out of those festering--"
"Ahem"
Anthea came back to reality and looked round the room. To the left, ten awestruck little faces, looking up from ten awestruck little people sitting awestruck cross-legged on the classroom floor. To the right, ten more awestruck little faces looking up... Behind her, one very stern young teacher face and one very stern old teacher face.
She looked down. Little Bo (a young woman now, only a child herself in the early days) had cleared her throat carefully.
"Judd?"
"Yeah, yeah. Maybe you'd better tell this bit."
Applecheeks Bo had met them later, the first of them to have a grasp of necromancy herself, but could tell the old stories as well as Judd herself.
"Judd and Red had this wave under control, but there were enough there must be a necromancer out there somewhere. If she'd gone, they could wait out the wave -- neither weapon was anywhere near to running out. But she could be circling round, and might find some dead inside the building to raise.
"Either Judd or Red could be overwhelmed by a zombie from behind them. They waited until the horde started to thin, and then Judd broke through the horde and fled back to Caroline's position. This was much less reliable -- there was more chance a non-flaming zombie might get through, and they'd have to keep moving back into a possibly 'dead' end.
"But their caution paid off. Further inside they found a defensible cross-corridor which Judd held off with her 'thrower, while Caroline checked the rooms behind them as quickly as they could.
"There were some corpses just starting to rise, but Caroline disabled them before they could, and returned to Judd. She slid up behind her, Judd filling the corridor, and leaned through the small gap to begin finishing off the milling zombies in the wake of Judd's gun.
"The rest of the zombies were roasted out before the necromancer showed herself again, and there was just the clean-up -- chasing pitiful fleeing zombies into dead ends and finishing them before one clawed its way out of the building and fired the forest."