Calm Like a Bomb [Open][Loki's Invitation]

Sunaho was starting to hate the label 'villain'.

Its connotations of pure and nonnegotiable evil aside, the anarchist was getting sick of being lumped in with the same group as some of these assholes. Self-aggrandizing jackasses who loved to get on stage and talk big about chaos, who only wanted control yet mayhem. People without ideals, without awareness. Their schemes only ever served themselves and those who supported them, while those in the dirt continued to suffer like they always did. As far as Sunaho was concerned, if people like Thunder Shock or Ishtar were to succeed in taking over the country, it wouldn't mean shit for those below them.

People who didn't care about the weak were no better than the current overlords. That went for this fucking necromancer too!

"Return to the fucking dust!"

Sunaho's battlecry resounded as she violently swung one of her arms at a zombie's head, her sandy form shaping her hand into a wrecking ball that smashed apart the walking corpse's head. It might not be an ideal way of handling someone's former loved one, but Sunaho had her priorities in protecting the living. This violent opening continued on, her arm swinging back and forth and crushing through the walking dead in front of her.

As for those zombies not within her range, bullets flew through the air, those that struck their heads making the dead dead once more. The guns that had been provided to Sunaho's Dust Devils were paying off quite nicely, though this was obviously far from their intended use.

Behind Sunaho, atop ramparts of furniture, crates and sandbags, these Dust Devils stood, guarding the edge of the low-rise housing projects that the gang was defending. All around the small block, they'd set up these defenses, using Sunaho and her crew to keep any zombies from coming in and doing harm to the residents. Most people who lived were a few steps below the poverty line, and didn't have any good way to keep themselves safe. Which was where they came in.

With one final, violent swing, Sunaho painted the sidewalk with a zombie's skull. A few more shots rang out, finishing the last of this wave. A heavy silence would hang over them for a bit, before it became clear they had a moment's rest. Sunaho let out a sigh, wiped the blood from her brow, and turned back to her Dust Devils.

"Alright, that's it for this wave. Get patched up if you're hurt, restock on ammo, and switch out if you need it. I'm heading in for a bit."

Leaping effortlessly over their blockade with her sandy legs, Sunaho entered into their emplacement proper. Their makeshift ramparts covered the border of the housing block, which featured a central grassy area surrounded by cheap low-rise housing projects, all looking like they could collapse at any moment. Hence the Dust Devils' decision to defend them. Those down in the dirt looked out for each other, after all.

Although the residents had been told to stay inside for the time being, the space was limited, and given that many others had come to take shelter here, a large number of people could be found in the encampments that the Dust Devils had set up, receiving medical aid or trying to kill the time and forget about the chaos going on for the night. There were rudimentary lights and a couple fires, as these lowlives huddled around for warmth, aided by the masked Dust Devils from all around.

One particular devil, a tallish man with a bovine skull mask, approached the bloodied Sunaho with a rag. "At least try to stay a bit clean. As difficult as hygiene might be right now." The green-haired woman, not wearing a mask like her comrades, took the cloth and wiped her face of the zombie blood, before looking around the area at what ne'er do wells had come. She'd put out an open invitation, after all.

"How we looking, Matsuda?"

"Pretty alright. Cops ain't willing to contest with us and the zombies, not that they'd send many to protect this place. Our boys and some volunteers have everything under control. Though we had to stop one from cutting his arm off after it got bit. Ain't those kinda zombies..."

Sunaho huffed in amusement before looking around their little temporary encampment. Not all of those in the projects had been all too happy about their protection, wanting to keep their head out of trouble, but Sunaho was ready and eager to keep them safe however she could. Those in the dirt looked out for each other, after all...

Some had come by to help, some had come for respite. Handing the towel back to Matsuda, Sunaho began wandering through their sheltering encampment, run by these devils, to see who might have joined them...