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

[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?

[hollowvictor]

[Bucky's body language relaxes, thankful it's not about to be a fight or anything like it. He's exhausted and sore, but that junk the Capitol had put in him keeps him going so, for now, he's thankful for it.]

I have...or something. [He searches the pockets of his pants and jacket and finally removes what is definitely packaged beef jerky.]

Courtesy of that self-restocking store a couple planets back.

Sometimes paranoia is useful.

[bi_otic]

[He lets out a breath of a laugh] I'll remember that for next time. I've started treating most planets like potential combat situations...thus the gun...but I didn't think to include the stations as well. Silly me.

You're willing to share? [I mean, that seems to be the implication, but he's not about to get grabby when they're both obviously keyed up and wary.]

[hollowvictor]

[Bucky nods and holds it out more.]

I used to lead soldiers, small groups and larger, I know the value of keeping good people on their feet.

[He doesn't know this person well, not more than a vague knowledge of 'he's in the fleet' but he was clearly a fighter and not a bad person initially, so he took the liberty of assumption.]

Name's Bucky. Bucky Barnes.

[bi_otic]

[He nods gratefully and takes some of the rations, pocketing some and immediately starting on one portion.]

Yeah...yeah me too. Well...the latter part at least.

[It feels a little strange in this deadly quiet part of the station, knowing that zombies were roaming in others, to be having a relatively friendly conversation. Nevertheless, he offers a hand]

Kaidan Alenko.

[hollowvictor]

[Bucky shook Kaiden's hand amicably. It didn't feel so strange to him, but then, he'd stopped to talk to people just before open war zones several times. It was the held breath before the fall; there was no point in waiting around during that time.

But, he did still have something to do.]

Nice to meet you. Even under the circumstances.

I have a question, if you don't mind. While you've been helping people, have you seen a Sam Wilson? Tall, dark-skinned, maybe sporting some cybernetic wings from his back?

[bi_otic]

Yeah, actually. I ran into him on my last sweep. Friend of yours?

[hollowvictor]

[The relief was visible and his smile grew a little brighter.]

Yeah. Thanks, I've been looking for him through this mess. I'd hoped someone had seen him recently.

[Which meant he was out there and still fighting and Bucky needed to do the same.]

I should find him. I'll let you get back to safety, Kaiden. Take care of yourself, this's got to end eventually.

[bi_otic]

One way or another.

[It's a little grim, but it's the truth - the kind that soldiers make their own peace with. Not that he hasn't already died once, here. He doesn't intend to repeat the experience]

Good luck finding your friend.