driftfleet | Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

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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[As they move the walkers follow but they'll be stuck pounding a very solid wall as the two emerge on the other side. She holds him a little tighter through that in case his instincts balk at going through a wall. Thankfully, the room they move into looks clear for the moment aside from some bodies lying still on the floor.]

Agreed. I don't want someone else stumbling in on them. [Clear of other things, she lets go of Daryl.] Maybe there is an easier way to do it. Doesn't seem like they're very bright.

They don't think, they just keep goin'. Eatin'.

[ It's kind of a relief when they're on the other side and she lets him loose. He reaches out to brush his fingers against the wall, just to feel the solidity. ]

Won't stop unless we stop 'em.

They should be easy to predict and manipulate then. [She watches and understands or at least guesses where his mind must be at. She threw a big curve ball at him. He's dealing with it better than she could ask. No time to talk it out now.]

And destroying the brain is the only way?

[ He's dealing pretty well, probably because he's way too fixated on the real threats to really process what's going on. Adrenaline is great.

He nods at her question. At both parts of what she said, really, because they're really not smart, they just swarm. ]

Anything else just slows 'em down. If you're lucky.

If we found something large but light enough to carry and we got them in a group again I could phase it into their heads and let it solidify there. We might miss some but we could pick them off.

Jesus.

[ Don't mind him, that's just a world of possibility he's never considered. And, also, a potent reminder of just how screwed he'd be if something went wrong and he got stuck in a wall. ]

Table or somethin?

[The most screwed. Or at least equally screwed to most of the people who were on this station.]

Yeah. [She knows it's a gruesome side of her power. To think it used to be referred to as a defensive-only power.]

Table works. The nice thing is they'll probably gather around me on their own, so I don't have to lug it around far. Let's look.

[ Really it depends how he got stuck. Daryl, after all, is a guaranteed biter once he kicks the bucket-- if he got stuck without brain involvement he'd just be a really gruesome, contagious bit of decor.

So, you know, life can always get worse.

He grunts his agreement, shifts the knife back into his hand, and starts slowly down the hall in search of something to shove into undead skulls. ]

[Her eyes sweep along looking for a table or really anything moveable. She notices a vending machine ahead and nods at it before glancing over to him.] The door. [It's a little more old school than the sliding doors of the rooms and a lot less necessary for emergency purposes.]

[ He's not going to balk at ripping a door off its hinges. He's just... going to rip a door off its hinges, with a few sharp kicks to ease its release, and bring it back toward her and the adjoining wall.

He is, maybe, going to balk a little at the notion of going back through that wall. ]

[Hell of a go-get-'em attitude.] You ready to head back in?

[ He nods, decisive and sharp. ]

Let's go.

[ He's not really going to complain, even if the whole thing kinda creeps him out. They've got more important things. ]

If we enter over here and they are still scratching at the wall we went through then we'll be coming in kind of behind them. I can run up first with the door and see how many I can take out. If they aren't still in a group I'll try to attract them to me. Sound good from what you know about them? [She reaches out for his hand.]

Noise and movin' oughta do it.

[ As long as no one else has made the mistake of wandering down that hallway. In which case he'd probably drop the hand he's grabbing now to go help, but he figures talking about that eventuality's just wasting time.

Once he's got a good grasp he nods again. ]

Noise and moving is my middle name. [What?]

[The plan is all planned and the rest is just wiping them out as efficiently as possible. She walks them through the wall to see what they can see. Also hoping there are no recent victims after they took a break to do things the smart way.]

[ that doesn't make any sense, but there's no time for anything but a weird look tossed her way before they're moving. It's no less weird walking back through the wall, but he's way more focused on what's on the other side.

He tries to shoulder as much of the weight as he can, leaving her to focus on getting them lined up. And, you know, not getting him stuck in a wall. ]

[They get lucky. Most of them are still bunched up by the wall where they originally departed and their new entrance is basically silent. She nods to Daryl and indicates that she can take the door now. She doesn't want him to have to bring it over once she's already in the midst of them. Too dangerous for him. At least, by her way of thinking. She can basically turn her safety on and off. It's not quite that easy, but close.

She'll just phase walk her way over to them to be extra silent, only calling out loudly once she reaches the group, wanting them to gather in as tightly as possible for maximum effect. It's not a perfect scenario of course. The door goes over some heads and others are high enough up that it doesn't pierce the brain. She does her best trying to get it positioned but some are going to get fused into the door in ways where they are still "alive" but joined together awkwardly and others will be dead weight hanging from it and a few will be free and clear.]

[ The whole business makes him kind of nervous. He nods back, takes a second to check that he's actually clear of the wall, and lets go, slipping away and rounding the group as she heads on with the door.

As soon as she materializes, distracting the small herd, he lunges into the fray to take out all the ones the door didn't. ]

[It's still something of a mess of tangled bodies pierced by the vending machine door. It's not at all a dignified way to die and these people deserved better. Who doesn't? But seeing as they aren't exactly people anymore and they are extremely dangerous. She gives the door group a shove sending them to the ground. There are enough moans and movement to know at least one survived the merge, but she focuses on the ones still standing to help Daryl out first. Luckily the plan took out a nice large chunk making the clean up easier.]

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