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. ]

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[scalpelofmarmora]

[If Keith had had his paladin armor, Ulaz might not have brought it up, but considering he was less likely to have a bite pierce his armor than Keith was to have a bite go through his clothing, it made more sense. Luckily it made sense to the paladin too.

Ulaz started down the hall first. He was moving quickly, but not fell speed down the corridor. He may not have made a lot of noise, but he also needed to listen for something else coming their way]

I wonder what caused this. [He said over his shoulder in a low voice]

[tempredmental]

[Keith also kept his voice low, keeping as quiet as he could as they moved.]

I'm not sure. I didn't hear anything until the lockdown announcement. Once that started, I tried to get people out. Now, I've just been trying to get people to safer places where they can barricade themselves inside until this finishes.

[scalpelofmarmora]

Safer places are preferred. Areas that can defended.

[After a moment, he stopped, holding up a hand to signal Keith to stop as well. His ears twitched slightly as if he was trying to hear something. After a moment, he gestured with his hand towards the far end of the corridor on the left side. It might still be hard to see, but there were sounds from that direction. Yep, they were not alone]

[tempredmental]

Agreed.

[Keith stayed just behind Ulaz, also listening. The strange snarls and sorts and grunts from the zombies were pretty audible and tended to echo a little in the waystation corridors. Now that they were quiet and not moving, it was easy for Keith to pick up on them. He nodded, indicating that he knew something was there.

He narrowed his eyes a little, activating his blade again as he took on a ready stance.]

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Ulaz readied his blade too. He did glance behind him to make sure their path of exit was still clear. It sounded like a manageable number ahead of them but that was going only on sound. He waited for a moment to see if he could hear anything else, then started down the hall towards the zombies at a quick pace, but still one where he'd be able to be quiet, blade at the ready]

[tempredmental]

[Keith kept up, his training with the Blades showing as he moved. It didn't take long for them to catch up to sight range for the zombies, and, sure enough, there was a decent number of them. So far, no one that Keith recognized from the Fleet... which was both good and bad. It meant taking this group out would be permanent, where as people in the Fleet who died would come back after some time on the Marsiva, even if the process was unpleasant.

They hadn't been seen, yet, but that wouldn't last. Eventually, one of them did see them, and started moving towards them. Time to take action...]

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Ulaz was also looking over the gathered group of zombies, spotting no one that he recognized. Not that it made much difference at the moment. They were a threat to those uninfected on this station and they needed to be taken out.

As the zombies began to spot them and amble closer, Ulaz took a step back to Keith's side. The corridor was just wide enough for two people so not only did it block the zombies from slipping by but also gave both of them opportunity to strike and two assist if the other needed help.

When one got closer, he lashed out and stabbed it]

[tempredmental]

[Keith easily settled into a stance next to Ulaz, having grown used to fighting in a team now. His new familiarity with the Blades' techniques helped him maneuver and keep up with the Galra's movements, their strikes and blocks coordinated to one another. Both using swords, Keith had activated his own blade to give himself that extra reach so he didn't have to get as close to the zombies.]

Aim for the head!

[Even just cutting the heads off left the creatures chomping and attempting to get a bite off anything that got close enough. They had to destroy the brain.]

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Ulaz could definitely see that Keith had started learning from the Blades' techniques. Even though they had never actually fought together, he could see the paladin was quickly falling into sync with him]

Of course.

[He was aiming as well for the head, knowing grievous bodily injury had no effect on them. They could simply keep going otherwise. Soon they were accumulating a small pile of bodies, but Ulaz's long reach definitely helped]

[tempredmental]

[There was something else Keith was good at, too. He could throw the blade with surprising accuracy, regardless of the form it was in. So, surprise there, zombie not quite in reach! There was a sword suddenly embedded in your skull. Keith didn't take long to run in and retrieve it, either. He yanked it free, moving to the next roaming body.]

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Yes, that was a good throw there. Ulaz watched it hit its mark effortlessly. As Keith rushed forward to retrieve his blade, Ulaz provided cover to make sure that nothing else started for him before he could it.

Between the two of them, two trained Blades, they were making a sizable dent in the zombies here]