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

[outstandingbalance]

[A quick nod and Natasha pivots for the door. She doesn't have a problem taking point, checking the next hall with a quick, practiced eye.]

You're all right? No bites or scratches?

[She has to ask. She won't get far if her back up is compromised. Her tone is tense though.

She knows how it goes when people are bitten.]

[theirondragon]

Qunari have thick skin. It takes more than some gnashing human teeth to bite through this hide.

[The point of her question isn't lost on him as he falls in behind her, though. His height gives him the advantage of seeing ahead without taking the point, and she has better depth perception anyway.

You know. Two eyes.]

Why? What, is this plague or something, spreads by contact?

[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.

[theirondragon]

Yeah, I noticed. [And Qunari have thick skin. They're hard to put down.]

I'll do my best to stay alive. I don't think I'd make a good undead guy.

[But he heaves a sigh.] We need to search the place, see if anyone else is holding out. You coming?

[outstandingbalance]

Yeah, it really wouldn't go with your look.

[Deadpans. Because if you can't muster up a joke when you're fighting for your life, what's even the point of having a sense of humor.]

Right beside you.

[theirondragon]

[He smirks. Look, if she wants his sense of humor, she asked for this. By the way, Natasha, he's totally welcoming getting to make terrible jokes. Terrible jokes are what walls between terror and action are made of.]

Good thing it's hard for them to bite me. I guess I lack...dead-ication. [He looks over to her for a brief moment.] Get it? Dead-ication?

[He motions ahead.] How about you take point, Red? I can still see over you.

[outstandingbalance]

[Puns? At a time like this? She brought it on herself. If only she knew what she was getting herself into.

She gives him a quick, arch look, shaking her head.]

Sounds like a plan. Let's stay moving.

[theirondragon]

[He grins. This is your life now, Natasha. This is who you've chosen to team up with.]

You know, I've got no problems going all night, Red, but this isn't usually how I go about it.

[outstandingbalance]

[She brought this on herself. She manages a little smile though.]

So how do you usually fight the undead?

[theirondragon]

Honestly?

[ He smirks and gives the pipe she's provided a test swing. ]

With a really big axe.

[outstandingbalance]

I can respect that.

[Not her weapon of choice, but seems like it would be effective, especially if you're just looking for maximum damage.]

That works for you?

[theirondragon]

[ He smiles down at her, hefting the pipe to his rest against his shoulder. ]

This may surprise you, Red, but I really like hitting things. So yeah. It works for me.

[outstandingbalance]

Somehow, I find that very easy to believe. [She tosses him a smile.] Bet you're pretty good at it.

[theirondragon]

I do okay.

[ He grins and motions forward. ]

Maybe I'll tell you about the giants sometime.

[outstandingbalance]

They make them even bigger than you? [Snorting, adjusting her grip on her knife.] Seems excessive.

[theirondragon]

Hey. Qunari aren't giants, we're just bigger than most people.

[ He grins. Talking about this was way better than thinking about what they were doing. Kept the topic light, even if it meant killing more people. ]

Giants aren't smart, not really. Smart enough to use crude tools, logs as cudgels, that kind of thing. Big. Ass. Tusks, though.

[outstandingbalance]

You can't blame me. I've never seen one. [She appreciates the conversation. It's things like this that keep them sane.

Which is about the best they can do.] I've seen a few guys bigger than you, but not many.

The horns are a better look than tusks, though.

[theirondragon]

You've seen guys bigger than me? Were they crazy mutants? [ Weird magical experiments were the only things he'd seen bigger than him, after all. You know, or giants, but they weren't much more intelligent than animals. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[Thinking of the Hulk, mostly. She can't exactly argue it.] Something like that. And not bigger all the time—just sometimes.

[theirondragon]

That sounds like a hell of a story, Red.

[ And they had nothing but time. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Tell you what. We survive this, I'll tell you all about it later.

[theirondragon]

Deal. And the beers are on me.