[Phone - Public ;; backdated to Saturday because I got lazy][The feed opens with a faint sigh.]Undead -
zombies again, though something may be said for the fact that they are more resilient this time.
[nope not skipping a beat as she jumps directly into the heart of the problem.] Facts known so far:
One. Every body is already dead without exception, this fact is irreversible. The flesh decays and the conscience rots away, but instincts seem to remain sharp.
Two. They feed on flesh, as expected, so don't get bitten. Better yet, avoid contact of any form to decrease odds of contamination.
Three. Sacraments and holy arts of any sort are ineffective. Destroying the brain alone will not stop the body, though decapitation and amputation can slow them down. They burn easily enough however, so eliminating the entire body remains ideal.
Four. The current situation is comparable to a plague. Transmission seems possible even without direct contact, some sort of virus is likely involved. It begins with high fever and vomiting, the victim will experience organ failure before dying. The time span seems to range from 30 minutes to an hour on a drone, it may be longer on an actual person. If there are any medical experts and biological researchers in town who are willing to take the risks, looking into this may yield a product that can help the infected during earlier stages - or prevent it from happening to others. I cannot vouch for the current state of the city hospital, but something can no doubt be arranged if there is interest. The alternative would be to wait until all this blows over; it shouldn't last for more than week at most, like all other unusual occurrences that ever tend to happen here.
Citizens are advised to stay inside and get together with someone apt at combat. The Church will be open for shelter as it has been during last year; none of these creatures will be able to breach the perimeter. Please reply if you require escort. I can't heal this, but I may be able to slow down the process of infection directly after contraction. Don't get too softhearted however; saving ever last person you may know would be impossible.
[She knows all this because she spent the entirety of last night keeping watch and taking notes of the drones in the streets during their infection/experimenting on the mangled corpses after. For once she 'lucked out', having ran into the first guy who had it despite not knowing that he's the original carrier. Hey, at least it tipped her off earlier--!
And if this sounds cranky, it's because that's exactly how Ciel feels. Before the feed cuts off however, it catches one line that it shouldn't have:]
Start another pot, Seven. This little coffee won't last me at all.
[Click.][Action - Around town ;; throughout Zombiefield Act II][Whenever she's not at the Church, Ciel'll be taking what extra time she has to patrol. Definitely gonna hop down and check in if she comes across someone she knows, will also interfere if she catches sight of anyone in trouble. But otherwise, don't be too surprised to see her in habit jumping roofs, lampposts, and wire poles like usual, even if it's full blown daylights out. ...Oh yeah, there's beating up zombies too, you may catch her effortlessly trashing a drone space zombie or several while wearing a scary expression. ...She really wasn't in the mood for this today, okay!!]
((OOC: Plotting was done here, the general thread for mingling/specific in-person interactions at the Church will be set up shortly can be found here at the catch-all log, o/))
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