Nine Swords

Coldcut stands and stares at the smooth silk curtains that he wants to take down and make it into sheets for his bed. He thanks to himself.

"Pink silk curtains? Hmm who would put up pink silk curtains, must be someone that loves pink. Will have to find this person so I can find out where they bought them so I can have them for my bedroom".

Coldcut walks into the kitchen and notices a raccoon. They stare at each other. They exchange an evil stare.

"Who messed up the garden?" she thinks while she tries to stay upright, her heels getting stuck between strange heaps of soaking soft somethings.
Suddenly some of the cushions are torn out of her arms and a half rotten face is staring at her with one eye, the other hanging out of its socket.
She turns white around her nose, screaming:
"Those are MY cushions, and you're making them DIRTY!"

A dark haired head pokes out of the office door.
"Last one standing cleans up!! If more than one stands by 5 pm, loudest of the day cleans up!!"

The door closes.

At the same time, Venator is giving up hope to get all zombies back into den, and focuses more on keeping them from leaving the HQ territory. Swinging his fire iron as a golf golf club, he keeps cracking skulls and scattering rotting remains around prised rose bushes - next year The Nine Swords will certainly have awesome roses.

Noticing a zombie, who tries to get away towars the driveway and swing his weapon.
"Fire in the hoole!"

Unfortunete zombie head flies straight into somebody's open window.

"I would put 9/10 for technique," mumbles Venator to himself and continues with his work.

"ZOMBIES!!!"

"CURTAINS!!!"

Conlan sets his glass of whiskey down on the side tale on the porch next to him, and stands with a grumble taking up the aluminum bat next to him. He shoulders the bat, and takes the cigar from his mouth after a long drag.

"Damn cages need to be fixed again..."

He walks down the stairs to the backyard toward the sounds of metal on skull.

Beaubelle's nostrils are literally steaming, she raises her foot to stomp the zombie with her metal heel right between his legs right on his....alas....they have been decayed since long.....

Her shiny white shoe flies off into the air with enormous speed, she falls on her back, covered in a cloud of pink cushions and a zombie on top!

"Get off me you piece of butchered meat" she yells while punching wildly around her.

Fall sits in the rather spacious supply closet just down the hall from the kitchen, looking for materials to build a cage for Sparky. She has been slowly dozing off as usual when the commotion from outside starts. Although its nothing new and Fall doesn't think much help is needed considering all the recruits that have been coming in lately, she decides to check things out. She shakes herself awake and hops to her feet, slamming her head into a low hanging shelf.

"Ow, damnit. Every freakin' time."

A cylindrical object gets knocked over and rolls off the shelf, dropping to the floor with a clank. Fall picks it up and examines it for a short time. An odd look of perplexity grows on her face. She opens the door and steps halfway into the hallway, still holding the object.

"Alright, who the hell stores thermite grenades in a random supply closet?!"

Seeing the hallway empty, and hearing more sounds coming from outside, Fall decides to leave her current mission and have some fun with the rest. She takes another glance at the grenade in her hand.

"Ah hell, might be useful to round up the zombies... or spread them out. Not sure if rotting flesh could smell any worse if it was cooked. Only one way to find out..."

Fall gives a little smirk at the grenade and heads off down the hall.