24th Hunt [Accidental Video] Knockin' on heaven's door

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is exhausted. He hasn't slept the entire time he's been in the catacombs. He's starving because he also hasn't eaten and the only water he's had is the muddy little bit he managed to find trickling from some underground spring. Oh yeah, he's also bloody and in a hell of a lot of pain. Zombie bites hurt and when added to a laundry list of scrapes, bruises and cuts he's collected during multiple fights with the zombies he's on his last leg.The video for his device clicks on as he crouches above a corpse that has been dead a while yet remains juicy. He's rifling through a bag of some sort. That search produces a half full water bottle that he chugs and tosses before moving onto rifle through pockets.

That search? Just as productive. He comes up with an off brand fried apple pie. He takes one hesitant glance at the corpse. The fact that he has no desire to nom nom on this juicy corpse is something he's taking as a good sign. Maybe all the zombie movies are wrong and he just has to get the hell out of here and to a hospital.]

Sorry, Dude but since you aren't going to be eating this...

[And then all hesitation is gone as Dean rips the paper off the fried pie and starts practically inhaling it. He lets out a groan of absolute ecstasy, well aware that in any other circumstance this fried pie would probably taste like crap. He's so exhausted/hungry/thirsty/plain old distracted he doesn't see or hear the pair of zombies coming up behind him. One's already munching on his shoulder, saved from being zombie dinner only by the leather jacket he's still wearing. Dean swings his elbow back, the last bit of his apple pie forgotten and launches into combat. He started this adventure out being able to own the zombies but at this point they've had more rest, food and water (do zombies even drink?) than he has. He's pretty damn sure they're faster than him and stronger. Fuck Dawn of the Dead remakes for making zombies fast. He's holding his own with the machete at least until one gets their hands on what looks like femur.]

Great, I'm gonna be boned to death.

[The zombie knocks him hard upside the head with the leg bone and Dean goes down, blood trickling from his head. The other zombie leans in to take a bite and gets his hands on the machete. There's a thick, wet sound and then the lens of the device is squirted with blood. After that the video shuts off.]

[ooc: Part of the graves plot. Obviously Dean will not be responding however, feel free to threadjack/respond/yell/freak out at will. Sam or others may be replying to those comments. Yes, he's dead.]

Comments

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[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Dean?

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Dean, c'mon, get up. This isn't funny.

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Answer me, dammit, I know you can hear me! Dean!

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

no!

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Goddammit, Dean, you said you would be okay! I said we would get you out of there. Get up!

DONE /sob

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Dean!

[Voice]

[cant-just-hang.livejournal.com]

Sam...I--where are you? Is there someone with you?

[Voice]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

I can't, get to him. I couldn't save him, and now I can't even get to his body. I can't--!

Re: [Voice]

[cant-just-hang.livejournal.com]

[Rebecca doesn't flinch at the sound of broken glass. In fact she doesn't scare easily at all.]

Would you like me to come stay with you? [She's not sure how to help but at least his anger isn't going to scare her.]

Re: [Voice]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

That, I can't, I can't just sit around while he's rotting under the ground, Rebecca. I can't.

Re: [Voice]

[cant-just-hang.livejournal.com]

[She thins her lips between her teeth and nods. She's aware she should be doing something besides agreeing with Sam. Comforting just sort of...escapes her] I'll check in on you later. [She considers giving him some sort of crap about souls and the body not being Dean but again she doesn't see the point. It's not as if any of that really helps] Take care of yourself, Sam.

[deadly_legacy]

No...

[What... What did she just see?

She feels sick. She's going to be sick. No. No. No. No. No.

Dean.]

Sam... [What can she even say?]

voice

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

.... you shouldn't be seeing this, Euphie.

voice

[deadly_legacy]

[You know how she just agreed to some time apart? If you were here she would be clinging to you so much right now after that. Well...gently since you're hurt.]

K-ken, that was Dean...

voice

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He'd be clinging right back.]

.... I know.

voice

[deadly_legacy]

He...

[Crying again and this time not for herself or you or Syaoran or for an assembly full of Japanese people. But for Dean and Sam.]

Ken.

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Stupid, selfish, reckless, bastard!



What am I supposed to do, Euphie?!

[deadly_legacy]

I... I don't... [Her heart is breaking for you and, honestly, at this moment she doesn't remember she did something truly horrific yesterday. Not when that just happened!]

[Suddenly] Come here! You shouldn't be alone.

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

I can't, Euphie, he's, I can't just--



I let him die down there, Euphie! Goddammit, this is all my fault!

[deadly_legacy]

[So, so, soooooooooo worried about you.]

No! You didn't. You love Dean. You did everything you could. This isn't your fault.

voice// threadjack hooooooo!

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Where's he at, Sam? We need to try and get him out before he comes back.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Sam... You can't...

...this is the City. He'll wake up in a day or so and we'll help him then.

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

So, what? We just leave him to rot down there? So he'll come back and still be trapped? This isn't right, Anna, we have to do something!

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

And how do you propose we get down there?

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I don't know. Fuck!