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Cαrl Grιмeѕ ([personal profile] postocular) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2018-06-11 12:55 pm

Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

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 [plurk.com profile] 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. ]
sizeofyourbaggage: (get up from this)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2018-06-20 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He was not dying down here.

If Sam knows anything, it's that he'd tear down this entire waystation and everyone on it rather than let Bucky die. It's not exactly realistic or practical, and it sure as hell isn't healthy, but he doesn't give a shit. Bucky matters more than almost anything else. Sam thinks that even in the best of times, and in times like this?

It narrows quickly down to nothing else matters.

Which is why he's not killing as efficiently as he could. If he was still just what the Capitol'd tried to turn him into, he'd be making sure everything he hit stayed down, but - he's not. He's not, and all he cares about is carving a path to Bucky. Bucky who turns his back on the zombies between the two of them, like he knows Sam is going to be there in time to guard it, and that kind of trust would send him to his knees if he wasn't so busy proving that he deserved it.

It's only a few seconds more before he's throwing aside the last zombie to take his place at Bucky's back, and only then can he feel himself finally able to relax. His wings twitch, flared out to create a temporary wall between him and the zombies he come through that're struggling back up. ]


How are you on ammo?

[ There'll be time to grab him and make sure he's okay later - now, they've gotta get out of here. ]
hollowvictor: (Might try to kill you)

[personal profile] hollowvictor 2018-06-21 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sam breezes through the zombies like they're ragdolls and there's a rush of air as Sam's presence warms his back and Bucky makes sure to keep himself square with Sam to ensure nothing can slip past him. He aches to make sure Sam's okay, that organic and synthetic are still whole and not in pain, but with Sam fighting and upright and nearby, he's a soldier first and foremost. The lover could wait.]

Down a clip. Still have one and the half loaded.

[Winter had supplied him well and he had replacements on the ship.]

Worst case, I've got something sharp, but it'd be a pretty personal fight. [And considering those teeth and the fact he was pretty sure these things were looking to eat them, it wasn't his first choice.]

What about you? Status?
sizeofyourbaggage: (i will shoot you)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2018-06-22 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ He manages to avoid his kneejerk refusal of the very idea of Bucky getting up close and personal with these things, but the violence with which he lashes out with a wing to fling one of them back probably says how much he likes that idea. Bucky is more than capable of taking care of himself and Sam trusts him more than anything, but -

He can't help but be protective. ]


Two sidearms, fully loaded. Extra clip. Haven't had to use them with the wings. Want em?

[ By which he means he's gonna give them to Bucky whether he wants them or not, but asking is better. ]
hollowvictor: (This isn't funny at all)

[personal profile] hollowvictor 2018-06-22 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a nice crunch from the one Sam flung away and it doesn't get back up, so there's that. Bucky shoots three more in a row, buying them a little more time. His free hand comes back to ever-so-slightly brush at Sam's hip. Not too much to distract, but enough to tell him it was Bucky and not some ghoul reaching out. He smiled.]

Are you going to give me a choice?

[He felt better knowing Sam had them, just in case, but he knew he wasn't likely going to win this fight. He might be...more now, but one of them was still partially metal and that won out on the 'who's less likely to get bit' argument.]
Edited 2018-06-22 03:51 (UTC)
sizeofyourbaggage: (all right then)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2018-06-22 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ The touch is calming - as calming as it can be in the middle of a zombie outbreak, anyway - and Sam shifts a little, twists his hip until Bucky's hand is closer to the sidearm in its holster. His own smile is probably obvious in his tone. ]

I always give you a choice, farm boy, just one of them means you gotta put up with me making sad eyes at you.

[ It's easier to joke about when he knows he's probably going to win. Bucky is... amazing, but Sam wouldn't want to leave anyone without a longer range weapon in here, much less the love of his life. He's fully prepared to argue that his wings count as a longer range weapon. ]

If we can get somewhere more open, we can find a place up high to catch our breath.

[ He can fly them up and they can wait it out, a little. Survive. It's what he would have done in an arena. ]
hollowvictor: (Skeptic)

[personal profile] hollowvictor 2018-06-22 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He has to swallow his own protective instincts, but he takes the firearm and shoots another zombie with his other hand, giving him a chance to drop the spent clip from his other weapon and reload.

Sam's right, they can't stay here, it's too boxed in, they need to get out into the open. There's another pathway down the hall in front of him that branches right and should empty out to a clear area, but there were still monsters between them and there and who knew how many past that turn.]


I have a plan. Trust me?
sizeofyourbaggage: (all right good point)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2018-06-22 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Always.

[ He doesn't even have to think twice. Whatever Bucky tells him to do, he'll do - and that's not because of anything the Capitol'd done. That's just Bucky. If he's got a plan in a situation like this, Sam's got faith it'll be a good one. ]

I'll follow your lead.
hollowvictor: (These other Buckys don't impress me)

[personal profile] hollowvictor 2018-06-23 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He barely had to ask and didn't need to hear the answer, he already knew, but hearing it was nice anyway. It put a corner of security in his racing mind, a safe spot in all the danger. He trusted Sam with every fiber of his being, if Sam told him to do something, he'd do it without questions or hesitation...and it was both terrifying and amazing. It went against every instinct he'd ingrained in himself and he wouldn't change it for anything.

Worst and best still, he knew Sam felt the same.]


Right. We're going to rush it. They keep coming from around a corner up there, so I'm going to guess there'll be a few down that way, but there's open air too. Follow me, I'll hit every one I can that tries to stop us. The second you have room to stretch your wings, open air or not, get us airborne.

[In an ideal situation, they'd start airborne, a little more speed and maneuverability to get them out and Bucky's guns to stop them from reaching the pair, it wouldn't break a sweat. But the hall was still too narrow, even in this junction area, and who knew about the hall they were staking their lives on. But it's what they had with neither of them comfortable with the other taking short-range risks.]