Six kiwis - Action

[notmiddleearth]

[The attack always came from the one you least expected. New Zealand, while young, has been in enough wars to know that she should have know that. But when Censor came trotting up to her, she didn't notice the bloodshot eyes, the smell of rotting flesh catching her attention first. A small chunck out of the sheep's cheek, who in turn took a chunk out of her arm as she knelt down to look him over.

She hadn't thought much of it then, chalking it up to Censor being distressed from his wound. She patched him up, then herself and thought little more of it.

And then the hunger came. The hunger that no food could feel, the hunger that perked up at the sound of fresh blood pumping through veins, making her drool at the sight of clear flesh. She was so so hungry, Censor nearly as bad as her, when she finally staggered out of the house. Eyes sunken she dragged herself along the streets, feeling the hunger grow and grow, Censor tagging along beside her.

And then she snapped, lunging at the nearest person, teeth bared. So so hungry, and they smelt so good.

Just a little nibble wouldn't hurt, would it?]

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[lamingtons]

[It might when that person has a fist flying towards her face as soon as she makes the move.] Oi!

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

[New Zealand takes the punch, head snapping back with a sickening crack. Slowly she turns it back to Australia, grinning even though her head's still twisted in a way it shouldn't be] Heya mate!

Do you know you look really good?

[lamingtons]

[Winces at the sight.] I always do, love. Fucking hell, not you too...

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

I'm really hungry Oz. [Starts to move forward again, Censor tagging along behind her, both of them looking absolutely famished]

[lamingtons]

I can see that, love. [Grabs a hold of her shoulders, looking sadly at Censor. Even the sheep.] Why don't we get you inside? People are being a bit testy today.

[Zombie killing is all well and good, but no one is getting his sister. No one.]

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

[Her body jerks forward, unable to resist the temptation of fresh flesh, fresh blood so close. Censor lingers behind her, waiting for a command, or for her permission]

Inside? Dunno, Wy's probably at your house, and I don't think she should see me like this, yanno. We could go to mine, I guess, but that's a bit of a walk for a meal when you're right here bru.

[lamingtons]

[His grip is strong enough to hold her in place- he's had his nation strength for a while now and he's reasonably confident that he's the stronger of the two of them.]

We're going to your place. [Said firmly, though his eyes betray a bit of nervousness.] ... Tell ya what, do as I say and I'll let you take a bite out of me later.