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zombie_festTitle: Voodoo
Author:kristories
Written for:hawk_dancing
Fandom: Blood Ties
Characters/Pairings: Mike, Henry, Vicki, Coreen (gen, sorry)
Rating: FRT
Warnings: Zombies!
Author's Notes: We’re ignoring S01 E03 Bad Juju because I totally forgot there was actually a Zombie episode until I was three quarters done with this. Spell checked but not beta read
“So, I’m sitting in the coffee shop,” Coreen is saying as Mike walks into Vicki’s office. The decal on the door, Victoria Nelson, P.I. is starting to peel, it’s missing the ‘o’ and he makes a note to remind Vicki to replace it. “And this guy totally rams into the window of the shop. He kept clawing at it and trying to get in.”
“Must have been on something pretty hard core,” Vicki mutters. Mike grins. Coreen is sitting at the reception desk, hands waving as she weaves her story, Henry is lounging on the couch looking intrigued and Vicki is paying attention only so much as to not have to deal with a pouting assistant.
“No, seriously, I think he had rabies or something, he was all twitchy and foaming at the mouth and his eyes were really creepy. Then he bit some guy on the sidewalk.” Henry sits up a little straighter.
***
“So I’m thinking, Voodoo,” Coreen says and thumps a large book onto Vicki’s desk.
“Who did what?” Mike asks confused. Henry snorts and rolls his eyes. Coreen smiles at Mike in a way that makes him feel all of three years old and holding a colouring book up for inspection.
“Voodoo,” she clarifies. “It’s a type of magic, a religion that people practice. Anyway, it makes sense, the sudden outbreak of well…”
“Zombies?” Henry offers helpfully. Coreen grimaces, probably, Mike reflects because she’s remembering that guy at the bus station yesterday morning with that other guy’s intestines hanging out of his mouth. Mike swallows the bile that rises in his throat.
“Yeah, right, well, Voodoo?” she offers and turns the book towards them.
“But I thought Voodoo Zombies were just people who were poisoned by puffer fish,” Vicki says.
“Not always,” Henry offers. “Back in the traditional families, Voodoo is real black magic. There’s a lot of spell work that can be done. I know it’s possible to take over someone and well, Zombiefy them, I’m just not sure it’s possible for it to spread.”
“Well, Voodoo Zombie is about the only thing that makes sense right now, so, we’re going to run with it, but this thing is spreading fast, so we really need to move.”
***
“Look, I really think that this entire thing is being blown out of proportion,” Mike says. “I’m thinking there’s maybe only a couple dozen.”
“No, really, I think you’re being a moron,” Henry replies. “Because seriously, this thing is spreading like wildfire and if Vicki and Coreen don’t catch the Voodoo Priestess, we’re going to be in the live action remake of Night of the Living Dead.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mike says, and ignores the fact that it’s pretty ridiculous that he’s holding off a zombie horde with a vampire and fire hose.
“I’m not being ridiculous, you’re being unrealistic,” Henry’s voice is filled with disdain and Mike knows that if he could take his eye off the horde for a second, he would be able to see the vampire rolling his eyes.
“No, I meant that Night of the living dead is already a live action remake,” Mike replies and sprays a zombie in the face with the hose. The Zombie tumbles backwards into the crowd and takes another three with him. He doesn’t have to look to know Henry’s glaring at the back of his head.
“I can let go, you know,” Henry threatens, really it’s only him holding the hose steady with his enhanced strength that’s letting this plan work. Mike doesn’t stop grinning.
“No, you can’t, because then you have to explain to Vicki why the Zombie Horde ate my brains.”
“She’d get over it,” Henry says confidently.
“No, she wouldn’t.” Mike says with equal confidence. Henry huffs in annoyance but doesn’t let go. Mike sprays another Zombie in the face.
***
“You know, it’s kind of anticlimactic,” Henry complains. Mike glares at him and climbs over another corpse.
“It’s kind of anticlimactic that the Zombie Horde collapsed before they could eat my face off?” Mike demands.
“Okay, like I could have anticipated that Zombie being smart enough to chew through the hose, you have to let that go.”
“No, I really, really don’t.” Mike mutters. He climbs the stairs up to Vicki’s office. The ‘o’ is still missing, but then so is the glass.
Author:
kristoriesWritten for:
hawk_dancingFandom: Blood Ties
Characters/Pairings: Mike, Henry, Vicki, Coreen (gen, sorry)
Rating: FRT
Warnings: Zombies!
Author's Notes: We’re ignoring S01 E03 Bad Juju because I totally forgot there was actually a Zombie episode until I was three quarters done with this. Spell checked but not beta read
“So, I’m sitting in the coffee shop,” Coreen is saying as Mike walks into Vicki’s office. The decal on the door, Victoria Nelson, P.I. is starting to peel, it’s missing the ‘o’ and he makes a note to remind Vicki to replace it. “And this guy totally rams into the window of the shop. He kept clawing at it and trying to get in.”
“Must have been on something pretty hard core,” Vicki mutters. Mike grins. Coreen is sitting at the reception desk, hands waving as she weaves her story, Henry is lounging on the couch looking intrigued and Vicki is paying attention only so much as to not have to deal with a pouting assistant.
“No, seriously, I think he had rabies or something, he was all twitchy and foaming at the mouth and his eyes were really creepy. Then he bit some guy on the sidewalk.” Henry sits up a little straighter.
***
“So I’m thinking, Voodoo,” Coreen says and thumps a large book onto Vicki’s desk.
“Who did what?” Mike asks confused. Henry snorts and rolls his eyes. Coreen smiles at Mike in a way that makes him feel all of three years old and holding a colouring book up for inspection.
“Voodoo,” she clarifies. “It’s a type of magic, a religion that people practice. Anyway, it makes sense, the sudden outbreak of well…”
“Zombies?” Henry offers helpfully. Coreen grimaces, probably, Mike reflects because she’s remembering that guy at the bus station yesterday morning with that other guy’s intestines hanging out of his mouth. Mike swallows the bile that rises in his throat.
“Yeah, right, well, Voodoo?” she offers and turns the book towards them.
“But I thought Voodoo Zombies were just people who were poisoned by puffer fish,” Vicki says.
“Not always,” Henry offers. “Back in the traditional families, Voodoo is real black magic. There’s a lot of spell work that can be done. I know it’s possible to take over someone and well, Zombiefy them, I’m just not sure it’s possible for it to spread.”
“Well, Voodoo Zombie is about the only thing that makes sense right now, so, we’re going to run with it, but this thing is spreading fast, so we really need to move.”
***
“Look, I really think that this entire thing is being blown out of proportion,” Mike says. “I’m thinking there’s maybe only a couple dozen.”
“No, really, I think you’re being a moron,” Henry replies. “Because seriously, this thing is spreading like wildfire and if Vicki and Coreen don’t catch the Voodoo Priestess, we’re going to be in the live action remake of Night of the Living Dead.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mike says, and ignores the fact that it’s pretty ridiculous that he’s holding off a zombie horde with a vampire and fire hose.
“I’m not being ridiculous, you’re being unrealistic,” Henry’s voice is filled with disdain and Mike knows that if he could take his eye off the horde for a second, he would be able to see the vampire rolling his eyes.
“No, I meant that Night of the living dead is already a live action remake,” Mike replies and sprays a zombie in the face with the hose. The Zombie tumbles backwards into the crowd and takes another three with him. He doesn’t have to look to know Henry’s glaring at the back of his head.
“I can let go, you know,” Henry threatens, really it’s only him holding the hose steady with his enhanced strength that’s letting this plan work. Mike doesn’t stop grinning.
“No, you can’t, because then you have to explain to Vicki why the Zombie Horde ate my brains.”
“She’d get over it,” Henry says confidently.
“No, she wouldn’t.” Mike says with equal confidence. Henry huffs in annoyance but doesn’t let go. Mike sprays another Zombie in the face.
***
“You know, it’s kind of anticlimactic,” Henry complains. Mike glares at him and climbs over another corpse.
“It’s kind of anticlimactic that the Zombie Horde collapsed before they could eat my face off?” Mike demands.
“Okay, like I could have anticipated that Zombie being smart enough to chew through the hose, you have to let that go.”
“No, I really, really don’t.” Mike mutters. He climbs the stairs up to Vicki’s office. The ‘o’ is still missing, but then so is the glass.
