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

[warpandweft]

[His weapons are makeshift and unfortunately his magic is only good if he has the material to use it with. Really, he's starting to think about carrying a large flask of water around at all times. It doesn't feel particularly nice to be without the element he favors most. The metal he sends cracks against the weak points, but doesn't quite break. Luckily, Alucard can drive the metal at their enemies as much as he likes. The projectiles withdraw, then slam back in. This time, they pierce and drive through.

And through. It takes an extra few moments, but eventually the spikes exit. And not through the initial entry point. The zombies slump down and Alucard - who is no stranger to violence and blood - calls back the gory spikes with a look of distaste and disgust.]

Do you know what these things are?

[As he sends the same spikes out at new targets.]

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Well, that is one way to make sure they are dead. Ulaz is impressed that he is able to do so much with his mind only. It was never something he was going to be able to do no matter how much he tried.

Ulaz seems less concerned with the blood and gore... at least for the moment. When this is over, you can bet he was going to cleaning his sword very well]

Someone else used the word "zombie". They don't seem to be alive whatever they are.

[Ulaz heard another coming up behind him and turned to stab it quickly]

[warpandweft]

Not quite alive, no.

[But not dead. Not unless they're being possessed...which is also a possibility. A frightening possibility.

The spikes take out their targets in short order, and they're able to carve through just a little bit more of the zombie mob. He'll have to figure out how to better hone his weapons once they're safe. This is slower than he'd like, taking down pairs.

But they manage to make a dent.]

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Definitely not dead, at least not completely so. Which lead to more disturbing questions including the obvious what had caused them to become this way. There didn't really seem to be answer and that would have to wait until there was a safe moment to consider it.

This was definitely not that time.

Ulaz was only fighting with one weapon, but his was larger and sturdier and he was used to it. He stabbed a few more creatures in the head before turning back to Alucard when there seemed to be lull in flood]

We should find you something more durable.