Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

[postocular]

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now


(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]


ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Get up again? So... they didn't die, is what you mean? [Zombies aren't exactly something he's given much thought to in the past.]

[passingthrough]

No, they did die. No breathing or heart functions for too long to come back from. I don't know how to explain it. I didn't have any equipment there to study it, but they were dead and then they were still gone, but they were moving and biting and dangerous. Maybe whatever infected them was still alive and animating them the spread itself or go to a new host? I don't know.

[goldenglasses]

Ca- can a virus really do that? [It didn't seem possible.] But, they got up. They were acting. What if--- [He stops himself. What if they were still alive? is probably not what Kitty needs to hear right after living through it.]

[bryces_pup]

She's not an-

[It. But oh, she is now, isn't she? Riona gets what Bull is doing, and she knows it's the right thing. Leilani's gone, and what's taken her place needs to be put down. She should be able to do it, she thinks. Realistically, though? She can't. And maybe it makes her weak, but she knows she has to take up Bull's offer.

At least this won't be permanent. That's the only reason she finds the strength to nod and hand her sword over to him.]

I'm sorry.

[passingthrough]

How much of any of this should be possible? [No, as far as she knew a virus couldn't, but some of the people there said they'd seen it before like Carol and Daryl. They were sure they were dead and even if they weren't...they were a threat that she couldn't contain.]

They were acting like the only thing they understood was wanting to eat people. And even if they were still in there somehow...they aren't now.

[candothat]

He is. Is that bad?

[He'd really rather not think about his new shipmate's possible involvement with this whole tragedy. It can't be a coincidence that he knows so much about a thing that befell the station when the Fleet arrived...]

Hopefully there will be a later for all of us. [A nervous glance down the hall. Was that a growl?]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion is absolutely tiny, but hey he is in control of his senses and his weaponry so that was more than a lot of people around here.]

This is a gun. I find it best when one needs to attack at a range. I most definitely wish to be at a range from these things.

[bryces_pup]

"Agreed." His worry matches her own. And not everyone in the fleet is on this waystation. While it's good if the non-combatants are avoiding this, it certainly sucks that it also means they have fewer actual fighters to help mitigate things. "Some have been holing up in rooms. Barricading themselves in and whatnot. I just wish I knew what started this. This sort of thing doesn't just... happen." Unless Atroma is involved. Which... fuck them ten ways to Sunday if they are.

[2] Kaidan! <3 major apologies for the delay

[fightorflug]

[Flug hears Kaidan before he sees him, not that the pure concentrated blasts of bright ionic energy are hard to miss. The inventor whips his head around; simultaneously overjoyed and apprehensive about this turn of events. The flame thrower spits one small flicker of flame to catch Kaidan's attention.]

"T-that weapon.." [He ventures, eyes still adjusting to the change in lighting, in a squint. Because that was surely what caused the blast.]

"Does it run on a power source?"

[With the zombies in momentary disarray Flug has adequate time to reach the newcomer, but should he? The rest of the room up ahead is divided up by shelving units, some overturned, with gaggles of the threat still spread throughout. It might require some strategy to maneuver depending on how much Kaidan can handle.]

[passingthrough]

You're going to make me answer before telling me what you need to do? [She sighs.] Yeah, what is it?

[And for the record she was going to cut off the end of the broom and make it pointy. Real weapon!]

[meowbel]

With the zombies against the wall, Mabel had to admit. Despite the weirdness going on, she suddenly felt a little homesick. She sure did miss how bizarre and strange Gravity Fall was.

"Yeah, I'm fine! That was a lot of fun being able to zoom on by like that! You were some kind of superhero or something!" Just saying.

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan, who isn't as much of a slouch in the brains department as most would guess, narrows his eyes a little at the cobbled together flamethrower, and then at the zombies ahead of them.]

Depends on what you mean by that, but I assume so. It's Atroma-issue, though, so your guess is as good as mine.

[He's eyeing those shelves as well, silently calculating routes and how he might close off angles by toppling some of those shelves over. Depending on how well the zombies climb. He hasn't really tested that capability yet, though they aren't anywhere near as nimble as husks, despite the similiarities]

I wouldn't recommend hanging around to find out. We need to move.

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan nods, not especially surprised when he punches right through the machine.]

All the tech hears seems to operate off a different language entirely. I've tried, but haven't made much headway in trying to translate it.

Thanks. [He immediately steps up, pulling away the glass and metal and pulling out the little foil packets that come spilling out, not really bothering to inspect what's in them before stuffing them into his pockets as quickly as he can manage, eyeing Sam's wings curiously as he does so.]

Interesting rig.

[bi_otic]

[If he had a choice he wouldn't have an appetite, but passing out is not a option he wants to explore. Someone speaking gets his attention immediately, but the presence of language is the best indicator that this isn't a threat.]

Yeah. You know...vending machines are a problem even people aren't trying to eat you alive.

[The hunger might be making him a little punchy. He gestures at it in frustration, a few dents in the metal but otherwise no progress towards food.]

You wouldn't happen to have a screwdriver or something on you?

[outstandingbalance]

You might. I'll let you know if it starts looking like we don't have any better options.

[worn_wings]

[ He wonders-- should he wait? Maybe til Maggie and Carol get here. Maybe it'd be better to be together, all of them. But he isn't sure they should risk it.

All that's a moot point, though-- because the second he passes the hallway junction there's the hissing growl of another walker catching scent and sight of him, dragging along, followed by another small pack of dead.

Well, shit. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Now that's the best news I've had yet.

[She hopes that means he hasn't been compromised, not that he's being evasive. She takes it to mean that, though she'll be glancing over her shoulder.]

Something like that. A bite will kill you, and the dead... they end up like this.

[candothat]

[Are you annoyed, Kitty.]

Thank you. [He takes off down the hall rather decisively. If he doesn't know where he's going, he's doing a great job hiding it.] I need to vent a room that I trapped some of these... these things in. I was almost finished when I was interrupted.

[candothat]

I would rather not see how bad things need to be before you determine that there are no better options.

[As if to affirm that, yes, things are pretty bad right now, one of the creatures comes shambling around a corner. Judging by the growls and moans, more are right behind it.]

My current idea is to run. Yours?

[goldenglasses]

But- a virus could be cured. If they were moving then there must be some sort of life to those people, isn't there? Maybe they could have recovered after the virus was removed.

Was that what lifted the quarantine? Was a cure found?

[mikangirl]

It's useful for not getting chomped on. You doing okay?

[At this point she's worried about anyone being bitten, but he looks okay.]

[signifies]

[ He breathes out and steels himself. It's not fair. They should be able to help all these people.

He's not sure if he can kill. Zod's snapped neck is still a fresh memory, a horrible one. The smell of the dead is just like Metropolis; Clark can already taste the memory of the ash in his mouth. ]

I'll be in front of you. [ If he's only good to her when he shields her, he can live with that. ] I'm very tough, don't worry about hitting me by accident.

[therewerefifty]

Given the choice, would you prefer to find safety or help others?

[This is a genuine question, she's not about to lecture you.]

[mikangirl]

[Well, if anything could get Nami's mouth to snap shut ...:|]

A few. They all seem fine so far, just as confused as we are. Though-- [She hesitates.] You remember Daryl?

[mikangirl]

Ah-- no, it's not, it's just a surprise. [She didn't mean to make that sound so ominous. It comes down to simply being a person she recognises who may or may not be involved in this. Not much time for other explanations, though-- she tenses at the drawn out sound just heard at the edge of the hallway and turns, bringing her staff back up again.]

So do you only fight with umbrellas?

[Shaky joke (TM).

...please don't be recognisable this time. That's all she asks.]