[ There's a big, toothy grin front and center on the screen here — it's about all that can be seen, actually. The hall is dark, and the light from the tablet doesn't show much of it. ]

Heeeeeyyy, kiddies! I seen a buncha people complaining about this sweet sitch we got here, so I figured I'd do a demonstration. Y'know, how how to kill zombies the badass way, right?

First off, anything but a semi-automatic is for pussies, but you're even better if you can take this shit with your bare hands. Don't worry about getting bitten or whatever! If you get bitten and die, or turn into another zombie, you didn't deserve to try this shit anyway.

[ There's a scratching sound just off camera and Jan stops, excitedly grinning into the dark. ]

Shit, okay, here we go.

[ He scoots back, setting the tablet on something to keep the view trained on the scene, and starts forward into the dark. It's hard to see what's going on. Someone here is a terrible director with an awful mind for lighting. ]

Come out come out where ever you are, you ugly motherfucker! You got a date with some fucking fangs! [ Something snakes along the floor, mostly impossible to pick out, but it seems to be wrapping around his ankle unnoticed. ] What the fuck, are you hiding? Just figures that I'd get a camera-shy zombie for my first go at my very own nature documentary, right?

[ He starts to turn back and offer an exaggerated shrug, but at that moment the something tightens around his ankle and pulls, and he goes flying almost comically off-balance, and dragged off-screen.

Too bad he's still so obnoxiously loud, though. ]

Aww, FUCK! LEGGO MY FUCKING FOOT, YOU DICKWAD! Holy shit that is an ugly goddamn mug, you — aw, fuck! THAT'S MY ARM, MY GODDAMN WANKING ARM, YOU SICK FUCK—

[ Some metallic clanging, and Jan's complaints grow fainter. He also sounds increasingly more pissed, until he's out of range entirely. Then the tablet just records a blank, dark hallway, with the ambient noise of the creatures in other parts of the base.

So much for that. ]

[[ooc; There won't be replies here, but Jan could totally use a rescue. Or maybe someone killing this thing and incidentally freeing the vampiric princess?? He'd appreciate it. (Log is coming!)]]

[The video flicks on to a shaky view of the ceiling, and the only sound is indistinct muttering for a few seconds until Victor figures out he's recording] Ha! Got ya.

[Theres a blur of movement and then a face, front and center. The man on the other end, who has smears of dirt across his brow and is holding his tablet in both hands, looks pleased as punch for a moment before he remembers why he's doing this.]

Name's Victor Sullivan. Right. I know everyone's in a tizzy right now about whatever goddamn thing has gone sideways, but I've got a request. These Initiative fellas didn't exactly give me fair warning before hauling me in, so I've got about six layers of grime and and I smell like the ass-end of a skunk.

[He looks away from the screen and scratches absently at an eyebrow, the arm is equally dirty and the sleeves of his shirt look stained at best.]

I managed to find the showers finally, but I don't have anything to change into so I can get these damn clothes washed. If anyone's got something they could lend me for a couple of hours, I'd sure appreciate it.

[He considers his position for a moment, then grins] Truth is I don't have much to offer in exchange but I'll gladly share a cigar with the man willing to lend me a hand.