Scenario:Auguste of the Dead - Chapter 3: Resident Meg - Episode 1

Auguste of the Dead - Chapter 3: Resident Meg - Episode 1

Before they head to the Ocean Research Center, Meg tells the others not to set any flags. Meanwhile, Lowain and the other zombified crew members are discussing how to get (Captain) on team zombie over a meal together. A mad scientist, the mastermind of this incident, arrives at the scene. Unhappy about the fact that Lowain and the others are still sentient, the mad scientist urges the zombies to attack (Captain) and the others, who have left the shopping mall.

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The sun begins to set. Outside, the zombies are still swarming the perimeters of the shopping mall.

Meanwhile, inside the facility, Meg decides to tell the others of her suspicions without further delay.

Meg: Don't! Set! Flags!

Vyrn & Lyria: ...

The crew is preparing to depart for the Ocean Research Center once darkness sets in.

Vyrn: Huh? We agreed to set out for the research center, right? What's this about flags now?

Meg: Um, it's kinda hard to explain... but basically, overconfidence, putting on airs, and stuff like that could all count as a flag.

Meg: When you do stuff like that, you become more prone to zombies attacking you!

Vyrn: What the heck are you talkin' about?

(Captain) and the others cast strange looks at Meg, failing to understand her words.

Meg: I-I'm serious! Catura, Elsam, Mimlemel, and everyone else... They all did the same thing.

Meg: And they all ended up getting turned into zombies.

Vyrn: You mean it's like a curse, or some kinda jinx?

Meg: Hm, maybe something a little different... It's almost like... setting yourself up for a joke or something?

Vyrn: Uh, I don't get it...

Illnott: Well, whatever, right?

Lyria: Oh, Illnott!

Vyrn: Took you long enough to wake up, Splatters! We're in a ton of trouble here, if you haven't noticed!

Illnott: Good night, gang. I got a gist of things from listening to you guys.

Vyrn: You heard us but just decided to keep on sleepin'? Come on!

Illnott: I will stay sleeping as long as the sun shows its infernal face.

Illnott: Anyway, back to what my little dude Meg was saying. So if we just keep our comments to ourselves, we should be fine, right?

Illnott: I never liked blabbing much, so that works out. Think that'd do it, Meg?

Meg: Oh, yes! Keeping quiet should help us avoid flags and keep us from getting zombified!

Vyrn: I dunno about that, but... whatever you say.

Vyrn sighs. All of a sudden, the zombies outside begin pounding on the walls and windows more viciously than ever.

Zombies: ...!

Meg: It's getting loud, and there seems to be more zombies than before. We're reaching our limit here.

Roger: Ugh... Those damn zombies!

Kolulu: It's already dark outside! We should start heading for the research center, everyone!

At Kolulu's signal, (Captain) and company stand up and get into position.

With regular people who don't possess any fighting skills among them, the crew move more cautiously than usual, prioritizing discretion.

Meg: (We have to turn Catura, Mimlemel, and the others back to normal!)

Around the same time, a number of figures surround an open fire not too far from the shopping mall.

???: A 'Guste club of the zombies... by the zombies... for the zombies!

Lowain: Get ready for the zombie night club!

Zombie Bros: Wrrrraaaaheeeyyy...

Catura: Wrrraheeey...

Mimlemel: Toot-tootle-bloop.

Mimlemel: Bad... Horrible sound.

The members of the crew who have turned into zombies appear to be enjoying their evening.

Lowain: Say goodbye to party peeps and hello to party zombs... Whaddya say we take it to the next level?

Tomoi: Yeah, man... It's all about the zombs...

Elsam: Zombie Land Auguste's where it's at!

Catura: Doyansu...

Mimlemel: What's this food being cooked over the fire? Looks awfully plain... Gimme some...

Lowain: Dude, after gettin' turned into a zombie... it's like I've forgotten how to cook...

Lowain: I found some rice, so I boiled it and tried makin' some porridge... Here, give it a taste, Tommy...

Tomoi: Itsh. Tasty.

Lowain: All right! Here, take a bite, Mims... You too, Cat...

Catura: Thank you...

Mimlemel: This is beyond bad...

Catura: I don't... taste anything...

Lowain: Oh, crap... I forgot to put seasoning and stuff... Tommy must be zombified down to his taste buds.

Elsam: Wack. How the great Lowain's cooking has fallen... Zombie-ing does crazy things to you...

The zombo-crew is shocked to find that even porridge proves to be difficult for the chef-turned-zombie Lowain.

Tomoi: Anyway, so what's the deal here for us? Do we seriously hafta keep wanderin' around as zombies... for, like, eternity?

Lowain: Nah. I say we zombify (Captain) and the others so we can get our zombie crew up and runnin' as soon as possible.

Tomoi & Elsam: Sounds like a plan...

Tomoi: But seriously, where'd they whip out a log from? Do those things just lie around everywhere? Can't beat logs...

Catura: Wandering around with (Captain) as zombies... sounds so romantic...

Mimlemel: Is it though?

The group shows no doubt whatsoever in making the rest of the crew zombies as well.

Turtleton: Sigh... Now the little lady is a zombie too.

Turtleton: With her melodies so different, I can't move as I usually do.

???: Haha. It appears the zombification is going according to plan.

Mimlemel: What? Who are you?

Lowain: By the way he talks... He sounds kinda like our zombie boss or somethin'...

Elsam: There's a boss of the zombies? Yo, that's a riot...

Lowain: Imagine if it's like some mad scientist who's actually the mastermind of a gigantic zombie apocalypse...

Tomoi: I mean, regular zombies are pretty kickass... but it'd be cool if this guy could, like, control us to do things for him.

Elsam: Whoa, you mean like when it gets all necromantic and stuff? That's some mad vibes... I respect that.

Lowain: It's called necromancy, dude.

Mad Scientist: What do you think you're doing here?

Lowain: Sorry, we were just havin' a quick dinner...

Mad Scientist: I believe I ordered all zombies to attack people.

At the mad scientist's words, Lowain and company realize that they are, indeed, the only ones who are not busy wandering around the area looking for people to attack.

Lowain: Eh, everyone's got their personal space... and we wanna respect that, y'know? We don't really feel comfortable getting all up in people's faces if we don't know 'em...

Elsam: There's somethin' called manners even in the zombie world... You get our flow?

Mad Scientist: (How are they managing to resist me?)

Mad Scientist: Well, in any case, the people hiding in the shopping mall have finally come out! Now's the time to chase them down!

Lowain: Whaaat! Why'd you save all the important deets for last? If it's (Captain) we're talkin' about, then that's different...

Catura: I wanna see (Captain)...

Elsam: Serious? Then we better get our zombie butts moving!

Tomoi: Time to get our awesome zombie crew together!

Mimlemel: Blooooop.

Mimlemel: I'm gonna bite you.