sixth; voice (knock on the door and the door knocks back)

[bekommen]

It's gotten worse out there. Bar's closed until further fucking notice.

[Yeah, someone's a little on edge. But hey, it's just another day in the murdercave, right? There's a loud crash in the background, something that sounds like shattering glass, and Nick mutters something under her breath that is probably better left unheard for the rest of those listening to her broadcast.]

And just in case you were all snoozing through the last bunch of messages about this shit, these are zombies. We may only have these fuckers in movies and TV and shit where I'm from, but everyone knows you don't fuck around with them, all right? You get bit, you're done, end of story. So don't try to be a hero. Get to high ground and if you're stuck where you have to fight one, aim for the head.

[She's read The Zombie Survival Guide, OK.]

And Fear? Everyone knows this is your bullshit. You're still a huge fucking creep.

Video/Action; Sleep with one eye open

[ushahin]

[The video opens up to Ushahin. He's looking a little more ruffled than usual, though only those who know him well will notice the signs. He's breathing hard, like he just finished running, and keeps pushing his hair back with one hand. Every couple of seconds, his eyes dart off to the left. There's a rhythmic banging sound in the background.]

If it's not too much trouble, I would appreciate some assistance. I seem to have found myself trapped by these creatures. Damnable thing aren't affected by my powers.

[It was a move borne of stupidity on his part. He'd known his powers didn't affect the dead and still he'd gone out. Now he was paying the price for it.]

I have found shelter in one of the shops for now, but I don't know how long it will take them to break through. If anyone can arrive in less than twenty minutes-- [There's a loud splintering sound and the video is dropped as he scrambles for something else to barricade the entrance with. He returns shortly, looking decidedly unnerved.] --perhaps it would be best to make that fifteen minutes. I would be greatly appreciative. If not, well...

[Eaten by zombies. What a terrible ending for someone who's lived as long as he.]

video, backdated to the 15th

[hippocratical]

[One day in, after conversations with the guard and various others, Simon finally makes his broadcast. The man on screen is well-dressed, despite his collar being unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to his elbows; his hair is carefully combed back, even if it looks like he did the job with his fingers. He clears his throat, and when he speaks it sounds like he's careful to modulate his voice, that of a doctor giving bad news to a patient. Diagnosis: grim.]

Ah, hello. I'm Dr. Simon Tam, one of the medical professionals at the clinic. In my previous residence, I was a trauma surgeon. I have years of medical training and am here to help in whatever ways I can with the usual injuries one acquires through violence or accident.

As I'm sure you're all aware, Fear--I'm presuming--has brought in a new kind of creature, one that appears to previously have been human. I'm reluctant to use the word 'zombie,' but that will have to do, I suppose. I want you all to know we are working on studying these zombies and trying to find what created them, whether it's a virus or something less mundane. Anyone who has had experience with beings like this in their previous worlds, please reach out to your clinic staff, any information can be helpful.

For those of you who have been wounded by one of these zombies or have had close physical contact, please report to the clinic. We may be able to help you--and if we can't, maybe we can help keep you from hurting anyone else. I'll do my best to make sure it's the former.