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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME
You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...
You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.
You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.
Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.
With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.
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[He offered a small, one shouldered shrug. They got by well enough. Walkers weren't ever going to stop being a danger, sure, but it was the other living left in the world that had proven to be the ones you really needed to watch out for. Not all of the living were still people in Daryl's book. But they were living.]
Don't know. Ain't no way to be sure.
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I’m sorry. [ it feels like it doesn’t mean much, and the emotion of it all is written on his face. thomas was never very good at concealing that. even with all they’ve been through, he’s still just a kid. a silent moment settles, thomas not sure what else to say that wouldn’t sound pathetic, and eventually, he clears his throat, moving on to the present. problem at hand. put it behind him and work on something. that’s how he survives. ]
Well, that shuttle sure as shuck didn’t come from nowhere, so there’s gotta be at least some people around here. We got this tech-- [ he tugs the ear piece free, holding it up ] --Maybe we can find a way to contact them.
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[Daryl's lip curled. He didn't need pity for living. Life was hard, but it wasn't all bad. He didn't even bother commenting on the rest of it. He had his group to gather and discuss where they were going from there.
Daryl walked off, muttering to himself.]