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

[tallasaking]

Well absolutely not - but I think splitting up might help us find more innocent people ...

[He sighed softly.]

Atroma.

[passingthrough]

It would, but since when are you trained for this? [Not to doubt his skills, but she'd rather have a living friend who is annoyed with her than a dead friend who got to die believing she was sure he'd be okay.]

[tallasaking]

...does one require training to shoot walking corpses? [Tyrion asked, both curious and a little dubious. One would think it obvious - but then again this was the Atroma's world and he just survived it.]

[passingthrough]

It requires training to survive when anything is trying to kill you.

[tallasaking]

Well I cannot deny that. [He holds up his gun, his mis-matched gaze narrowing.] So, we are sticking together.

[passingthrough]

I'd feel better about it. [See, you're doing her a favor.]

[tallasaking]

Very well, my dear Kitty. Lead the way. [He gestures at the hallway.]

[passingthrough]

[She takes the lead.] Watch out behind you and listen for moaning. Not the dirty kind.

[tallasaking]

...considering the source, I am going to assume that is not something that is even possible. [He shuddered, falling in behind her.]

[passingthrough]

Okay, I didn't want that mental image and now I don't know which of us to blame for it. [So far, so clear.]

[tallasaking]

As always, I shall shift the blame to you, my dear.

[passingthrough]

Amazing, that was my plan too. [To him of course.] Great minds think alike. And our kind of okay minds too. [As if it's not something they both prize about themselves. But today will be more about outfighting. They have the outthinking covered.]

[tallasaking]

I do not know what you speak of - I am clearly a genius. I suppose you could be one too. [He stated with a mock-sniff. Honestly, he is just trying to keep them both from thinking Too Hard about the situation.]

[passingthrough]

Trying to make me not miss you when you're gone? [Nah, she knows what he's trying to do.]

[tallasaking]

Please, you would pine away for me if I was gone. Trails of tears would follow you whereever you went.

[It is working, at least, on the outside. Banter always trumps terror.]

[passingthrough]

Who me? I barely notice when people leave. [Says the girl with abandonment issues.]

...Did you hear that? [Might be the sound of a small herd of the dead passing through a hallway ahead that connects to the one they're in.]

[tallasaking]

It's true. One could say you waved them off before they needed to be waved. [All the best lies are the biggest ones.]

[He stills, listening, before he grips his gun.] I did.

[passingthrough]

[Instead of getting weapons ready she reaches out for his free hand. Her other hand moves to her lips in a sign of silence. Then she nods to the wall, ready to phase them through in hopes of something on the other side being better than what could turn their way at any point.]