A Moment in the Morgue {OPEN}

[Evadne Taylor]

Evadne's eyebrows shot up in amusement and she looked over at Hellboy for a moment. Julius was certainly something else. What that something was, she wasn't sure... But it was something else. He had spirit, and some guts... Maybe not the brightest, but whatever. At least he wasn't whining about being picked on. And he seemed to be trying to stand up for himself. She didn't get everything he was saying, it had been way too long since she'd heard an accent anywhere near his.

She glanced down the hallway once again and then turned to face Julius. "Alright, you want us to treat you like a big boy?" She made a sweeping motion toward the hallway. "Then lead the way. But if you get killed, I don't want to hear you complain about it."

(OOC: ugh sorry so short lol, it'll be longer next post)

[hb]

The demon paused a moment, just long enough to decipher what Julius was saying. He had always had trouble with heavy accents, especially ones he didn't hear every day. Julius's was no exception. Hellboy understood bits of what was being said, something about how the doctor could handle himself. He shrugged. Alright, he was just trying to be helpful.

"Wait, that makes no sense!" Hellboy replied suddenly. "Whoever kills the least zombies should have to pay, not the most!" With a frown, he turned and looking in the direction that the zombies had headed. They probably should get going, seeing as they were in charge of rescuing survivors as well as ridding the hospital of any nasties.

[drjuliusmayfair]

Jules raised a brow to HB, "Alright, I was going to pay for the round, but if you want to..." he grinned and slipped out into the hall, "Triangle formation behind me."

The lights flickered around them, as if the back up systems wanted to come on, but just didn't have the heart. The light caught the blade of Jules's machete as he kept it infront of him, his gun out and trailing. The zombies shuffled ahead of them, seemingly ignoring the vampire, the demon, and the heroic voodoo priest. Well, he was heroic in his own mind. he imagined himself riding up on a white horse, battling the zombies and the evil doctor to rescue the fair maiden.

The zombies shuffled towards the stairs and where climbing them. Julius frowned. Usually zombies just shuffled aimlessly, attracted by warm bodies, but they ignored the small team as they moved closer and then the ground shook. Plaster rained down on them, aging Julius quickly by turning his hair white. He looked up through the glasses he still wore, "Whatever spell is wrapped around this place was just activated..."

A zombie turned and moaned, launching itself at Julius. He fired, and then agian, dropping the first and a second. The zombies decided to be intrested in the human and his companions. The ground shook agian, making Julius lerk sideways. Contrary to popular belief, zombies were not infected by a virus that was transported in their saliva. A zombie latched onto his arm and Julius grit his teeth, dropping his gun. He felt his bones creak as he swung his machete up and buried it in the neck of the deadman. He let go, dropping to the ground. Boy was that embarassing.

He checked his wound, quickly, saw it wasn't bad, the zombie must have had no teeth. He swung his machete agian with the seasoning of a man who knew his blades, because he did. He was a champion fencer in his school days and still kept up with the excercise.