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]

You're welcome. [She'll ignore that first part.] Believe it or not, I'd prefer having someone around to watch my back to. You might not be a zombie slayer, but you have eyes.

[candothat]

One of my better qualities, yes. [He gives up on a way to be useful from inside the room and moves to stand near the door. May as well have eyes that are being useful.] Have you seen anything like this before?

[outstandingbalance]

Not myself. But in calibrations last year... Yeah, I saw this. [Her lips narrow. Based on what she does know, she has some idea what might have happened. It worries her.] The dead come back to life, but there's nothing left of the person they were.

[candothat]

Ah, calibrations. [It's great that almost everyone in the Fleet sort of collectively agreed to not discuss the things they saw there.] Daryl said something very like that--that killing them is a kindness because who they were is irreversibly gone.

It's good to hear it again from someone else. To have that confirmed. [Because the killing thing doesn't sit well with Pavel and he doesn't distrust Daryl so much as question his judgment. Silently. It's not clever to question the judgment of a man carrying all of the guns out loud.]

[outstandingbalance]

I think it's more that they're still dead, even if they're up and moving. The person who was in there is gone. [So there's not much to do for them, kind or otherwise.]

The best we can do is make sure it doesn't spread further.

[candothat]

It's a very strange way of being dead. [That up and moving thing. He hates it. It's the worst way to be dead, honestly.]

So this is spread by bites, I understand that much. Is anyone certain that it isn't airborne?

[outstandingbalance]

It's... not impossible. But being exposed to it in the air won't kill you now.

It does mean people who die of any cause might come back to life, such as it is. Even if they just tripped and hit their head.

[candothat]

Comforting. [He doesn't not sound comforted.] Please do your best to not trip and hit your head. In general, I mean, but in this situation especially.

[outstandingbalance]

Don't worry. I'm very good at not tripping over my own feet.

[candothat]

...Okay, I can see now how what I said was insulting. You have my permission to feed me to the things.

[She doesn't really. He has great faith in her kindness.]

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha huffs, shooting him a quick, crooked half smile.]

Don't worry. I think I can see fit to let you live.

[candothat]

Your mercy is boundless.

[He's so grateful for her, honestly.]

[outstandingbalance]

Don't spread that around. I have a reputation to keep up.

[candothat]

I will always maintain that your cold Russian exterior hides a cold Russian interior.

[outstandingbalance]

This is why we get along.