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Oᴀsɪs Mᴏᴅs ([personal profile] oasismods) wrote2016-03-01 02:19 am

March Test Drive Meme



 Test Drive Meme #2

Fire and Ice



Days. Four of them, to be exact. Those four days--four days and four nights--have been nothing but rain of varying intensities, but it hasn't stopped. It pours down in heavy torrents, sweeping away the grime and decay of the crumbling city. It floods the banks of the oasis and it drowns all nearby plants. To the point; it's a right pain to anyone hunting for game. Everything has taken refuge to higher grounds. Well, everything except the infected. They seem confused by this phenomenon. It rouses them from their dormant states and pushes them to be more active. If you find yourself out and about in the rain, you may want to bring a decent weapon with you and a friend to watch your back. Or to trip should you find yourself in trouble.

What's worse than all that precipitation, you ask? Why would you even ask that? Haven't you seen a single horror movie? Well, since you asked; what's worse than rain is hail. How could that possibly make the situation more dire? You aren't worried about the insurance on your car, so who cares? You're sure full of dangerous questions, aren't you?

Hail impacts the ground, the buildings, the cars, and the wall with a mighty raucous. The sound as it hits the pavement is deafeningly louder than the sound it makes when it impacts the waterlogged earth, slowed by the trees blocking its descent. It won't take long at all before the group of survivors holed up in the city will notice a mass of shambling Iraites beginning to congregate against the walls and gates, attracted by the noise. They're toppling over each other and pressing against the boundaries. The gate looks like it might buckle under all that weight like a dam about to burst. You might wanna do something about reinforcing that gate, or maybe even start taking out the horde if you can. There are still hunters and gatherers out in the forest. If they come back to this mess, they'll never make it into the city alive.

If that's not enough trouble, you suddenly have another problem. Between the rain and the hail and the infected, a loud crack of lightning hits a tree near one of the crash sites. You can see the smoke all the way from the city and it lights up the edge of the forest. But that's so far away, how could it pose any trouble? You ask, because you obviously have a death wish. Well friend, you may recall a certain crashed shuttle in about that very direction. Such a thing is leaking some rather potent accelerant. Find a way to contain that fire or you won't have to worry about the infected anymore. You won't have to worry about much when the blaze takes out the forest and creeps through the city with a lazy hunger that cannot be sated.

[Mod Note: Pick any scenario, mix and match, or combine them all into one chaotic mess of death and mayhem. Feel free to do a crash scenario from the first TDM. Enjoy~]


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notaafraidanymore: (pic#)

[personal profile] notaafraidanymore 2016-03-03 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
There was a bit of a smirk that danced along her lips. Being stuck in the little pod was just making her even more uneasy. She wanted to know where she was, who had done this and exactly why.

"Nine lives, remember?" she chimbed back as the little smile stayed along her face before she pressed more along the window.

She pressed her shoulder against it, adding as much of her weight as she could. Nothing. She did it a few more times before she fumbled around a little more. She didn't exactly know what she did but the damn thing finally popped open and the sound of the raging storm only filled her ears. It sounded like it were a train crashing into something if not worse.

She let out a small gasp as the coolness of the air hit her and with that she was quick to gather up the items she recieved in her backpack before she pushed her way out. The rain was cold along her small frame but something about it felt refreshing the moment her shoes sunk into the ground.

She moved the backpack up and over her head for a bit of protection as she squinted her eyes and glanced out into the storm.

Well this sure as hell wasn't Alexandria.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-03 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Just stay put, will you?" he asked, tone a little more on the pleading side. He didn't want her wandering off and getting lost and missing him as he made his way to her. "We ain't anywhere near where we were. Someone grabbed a lot of us from a lot of places and dropped us here. Been here about three weeks already. Sorry for not calling."

Because if he and Glenn had been there three weeks, the group would have had to notice them going missing.
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[personal profile] notaafraidanymore 2016-03-03 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah..."her voice was rather low and soft as she glanced around her surroundings. "Yeah, I can see that" she hissed lowly at his comment about them not being anywhere close to home and that someone had just snatched them.

How in the hell could he have been here three damn weeks?

"Who did this, why?" she asked him lowly as she glanced around a bit more. She could see the lightning dancing across the sky and it seemed to help light up the dark figured making their way towards her.

Shit.

"Walkers are coming..."
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[personal profile] sharktrash 2016-03-03 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright, she doesn't seem snotty, that's always a plus. Not that he can't work with people he hates, but hey, small miracles.

"Squalo," he offers his name back, though doesn't extend a hand. He might reconsider if she does it first, though. He watches the suit move with a little bit of amazement. Yeah, he'd bet it's a complicated story. Wonder what else she could remove it from. Heh.

He glances back at the shuttle with a frown. "I can work most communicators but not fix busted ones," he admits. "That someone better finish their job."
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-03 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course walkers were coming.

"Stay in the ship, then," he growled. Not so much frustrated at her as worried to hell. "Tell me how many I got to fight to get to you."
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[personal profile] dirtypizzaboy 2016-03-03 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shit." About the wall, because that meant nothing good, but they'd be there to hold it with the rest as soon as they got in. "Alright. We're on our way, man." Glenn replied; his hand having sought Maggie's when one was freed up, his fingers squeezing her's gently once he'd taken them. He was glad to have her there, even if his levels of worry had just spiked considerably. Glenn watched her face, having not seen when or if she'd turned the earpiece on in time to hear what had been said. It added to that 'a lot to tell you about' he'd already made a statement on. Or, well, it might have helped a little with it all, depending. For the moment, though? They needed to get their asses away from the pod, and on to the city and find the ropes.

"Here, take this. I'll grab that stone from under the walker there." He handed the knife Daryl had given him over to her, wanting her to have it. Glenn was already pushing the walker to the side with his boot; keeping himself alert to their surroundings while he waited for her to take the gift from his hand.

He'd be good with the rock.
Edited 2016-03-03 22:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] notaafraidanymore 2016-03-03 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfect timing for Walkers, yeah.

She squinted her eyes once again as the lightning flashed back along the sky to help give her a bit more light to see just how close the walkers were.

"Five?" She replied back lowly. "Maybe eight". They were simple guesses but it was rather difficult to tell due to the rain and how heavy it was following. She had a feeling she just may have to fight off a few on her on just incase Daryl wasn't close enough.

That and like he said she still had the pod for shelter for the time being.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-03 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shit," Daryl cursed under his breath. He could take out three to five on his own pretty decently. But more than that he really needed someone to back him up. Someone with a weapon. Even with the stupid nerf bow he'd modified. It was mostly the rain.

"Take a look at them and tell me if any are moving faster than the others," he went on after a moment, trying to pick up his pace without letting his footfalls get louder than the rain around him. "Don't know what it is about this place, but some of the walkers around here are runners. They got more going on in their heads than walkers usually do. Smarter, faster. They run and they climb. They still ain't smart enough to open most shit, but they're harder to fight."

And if he had to fight one of them, he needed to know. His first arrow was going to that one's head.
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[personal profile] notaafraidanymore 2016-03-03 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Smarter and faster? Just exactly what kind of walkers were these damn things? Though that wasn't the biggest thing that started to bother her, it was when he mentioned that those kind of walkers seemed to have more going on. They could climb, run and that was enough to make her stomach turn a bit.

"Are you sure those are walkers?"

Because they sure as hell didn't sound like the ones back home.

"Looks like there might be one" she then called back to him lowly as she glanced around to see if by chance there was anything she could protect herself with.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-03 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl thought he was getting close to one of the pods, though he was probably still five minutes out. A lot could happen in five minutes. And if it was the wrong one? He'd have another twenty minutes of travel at the very least.

"Yeah," Daryl answered. "Pretty damn sure."

And then because of how she was talking, Daryl chanced a guess, "You left the ship didn't you?"
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[personal profile] notaafraidanymore 2016-03-03 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
She kept her eyes sharp and locked ahead of her. She knew how to handle walkers back home but these new walkers sounded more like a huge pain than they did a challenge.

"Any idea on how in the hell they're quicker and smarter?" she asked him lowly as she went back to glancing around for something to hopefully fight with.

"Maybe."
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-04 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl made no attempt to hide the next frustrated growl. Of course she'd gotten out and not listened to him. She didn't like sitting around when she thought she could help. Woman was too stubborn for her own good.

"No," he grumbled. "Just know they are. You found yourself something to hurt them with yet? A rock, a fallen branch? Any metal you can twist off to poke some eyes out with?"

With any luck, the rain would erase her scent until the walkers were right up on her. And block their eyesight enough that if she didn't move too much, they'd ignore her in favor of trying to get into the ship.
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[personal profile] notaafraidanymore 2016-03-04 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
That growl was enough to make her smile slightly. He should know by now that she was no longer the woman that would just coware away and pray he come rushing to her rescue. She had grown past that, she could save herself.

She was already well ahead of him now once he asked if she had any kind of weapon. Thankfully she had found a rather nice branch that had fallen not too far from her pod. It looked sharp enough, at least enough to get the job done but that didn't stop her from sinking her hand into the wet mud in order to grab the sharpest rock she could find.

"You worry too much," she called back to him.
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[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-04 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
She'd followed the prompting to state her name and the earpiece had turned on in the middle of Daryl's message. It had been a relief to hear that familiar, gruff voice, but his actual words had swept that relief away like the falling rain. None of it was good, and she couldn't help but be a little angry at the universe that they never seemed to catch a break. They'd finally found a haven in Alexandria, and now they had to end up like this? She might not know anything about what was going on, but she knew walkers, and that meant they had to get a move on.

"How far is it to the wall?" she asked him quietly, her tone completely serious and a little worried over their present situation. He was going to arm himself with a rock? That didn't bode well, but she knew better than to argue with him over it. So she slipped on the backpack and took the knife from him, adjusting her grip on it while watching him retrieve his new weapon with a frown.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-04 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Probably. But she also hadn't had any experience with runners. And that was worrisome in and of itself.

"Fine," he snapped, "Tell me if you get bit." Which wasn't the nicest thing to say, but he wasn't even sure if he was close enough to her to watch her back.

It was then followed up with a quieter, though no less frustrated, "Don't get bit."
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[personal profile] notaafraidanymore 2016-03-04 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes narrowed slightly at his sudden snappy comment. As if he could actually see the glare she was giving him.

She opened her mouth to snap back but something was quick to make her not say a word. Her eyes were quick to scan around the area for a sign of any kind of sudden movement and with that she remained silent for a moment.

These walkers were closer than she thought.

And just before she had time to estimate just how close, a deadly hand came swiping out at her in the pouring rain. It was enough to make her quickly react and dodge out of the way. The walker made a noise and another swipe, causing her to slip back slightly along the mud.

Thankfully she had the pod for some leverage and she was able to swing out of harms way and cause the walker to stumble against the pod a bit, with that she was quick to bring the glass down along its head.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-04 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
The lack of response was worse than any chastisement she might have given him. The sound of something breaking or snapping, hard and loud, moments later, was worse. All sense of caution went out the window and Daryl broke into a flat-out run.

He came crashing through the trees and undergrowth and into the backs of two walkers that were slowly turning toward the sound he'd been making. They both went down fast. His knife in the skull of the first and the purple and blue nerf bow cracked the head of the second. Across the clearing, with four more walkers between them, was Carol.

His entrance had made enough of a distraction for the group that for a second or two they hesitated while trying to decide which target to go after. That gave Daryl enough time to load the child's toy with an 'arrow' tipped with a four inch metal spike and fire it off into one of the four.

Three to go.
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[personal profile] notaafraidanymore 2016-03-04 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Carol was quick to spin around once she heard crashing through the trees. It was a huge relief to see that Daryl had finally reached her but that didn't stop her heart from speeding up when she noticed that the noise only seemed to catch the walkers attention. They seemed to a bit off guard as to which target to go for next and Carol used that to her advantage.

Daryl could use a moment.

She grapsed the branch in her hand and moved to beat it along the pod for a moment to gain at least one's attention and that she did. One came at her rather swiftly with it's hissing and low growls. She was quick to move the old branch up and send the sharp end stabbing against the walkers skull.

Another down.

Another walker had turned around in pure in interest as well and had already been making its way towards Carol too. The mud was a little slicker than she had hoped for and it was a bit harder to keep her balance. So when the next walker made it's first swipe at her she almost felt herself fall back as she dodged the walkers swipe.
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simon lewis . shadowhunters

[personal profile] bornafraid 2016-03-04 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

[ the first thing he wakes to is darkness, the oppressive kind that makes it hard to make out the lines of his own hands, and it takes him jerking forward to realize that he’s strapped into something. something that feels like a seatbelt, and he follows the strip of material with his hands, feels where it attaches to a clip and releases it after a moment of fumbling. it takes him a minute more, to find an indent in the container’s ( for the lack of a better term ) walls that might be a door. he pushes, and the hatch opens to reveal—

a dismally gray sky. a torrent of rain, that hits him square in the face, makes him wish he had windshield wipers attached to his glasses because the continuing fall of water makes it impossible to see anything. he scrubs at the lenses furiously with the edge of his sleeve, half soaked already and resigned to be fully drenched in no time. there’s a backpack, now visible inside the pod, tucked neatly under his eat which he picks up, slings over his shoulder.

and tries to think. mostly about the benefits of staying here, inside his nice moderately warm pod versus going out into the storm. is leaning towards the former, because he doesn’t even know where he is, how he got here, and which direction he would even start towards. besides his mother always told him and clary both, if you’re lost don’t go anywhere. stay put.

but that had been when they were five, and was said on entering a grocery store, not a… jungle.

grocery store logic, he thinks, doesn’t apply here.

he squints out into the darkness, because there’s a shape, something—or rather someone coming his way. and he huffs out a sigh of relief, because a person means getting answers, which at the moment he’s a bit short on. the first thing to tip him off, that maybe this person is bad news, is the moaning which is pitched low and cuts through the sound of the rain.

and then, of course, is the fact that the person’s skin is the same shade of gray as the sky, and it seems to be falling off. molting. and it’s still coming his way. there’s a moment where he’s still, frozen, before he moves. jerks to a standing position, hitting his head on the top of the pod with a resounding thud, before taking a couple steps out of it, the heels of his boots sinking into the mud on the ground.

and when he tries to take another step, gearing to run, of course he slips. falling backwards, palms of his hands slicked with mud, the back of his jeans covered with it and now the thing is so close he can see that it’s teeth are yellow-hued and rotting—

and he screams.

save the damsel in distress? ]


ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ . ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ

Okay— okay.

[ the voice that comes through the audio channel is breathless, pitched high, and is punctuated with the sound of hail hitting the ground hard. there’s a deep breath before : ] Can someone just tell me that I’m not actually going insane right now. That I’ve been dropped here in a space pod with—

[ a moment. rustling, and then a bit of laughter that is more forced than anything. ] A flashlight, and trail mix that doesn’t even have M&Ms. What’s up with that?

[ a beat. ]

I just got hit by a golf ball size piece of hail, and I’m not waking up so. Not a dream? An hallucination? A very vivid hallucination?

Anyone?
ethicalproblems: (what δ i'm all curled up)

network

[personal profile] ethicalproblems 2016-03-05 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ The reply comes through equally high-pitched, and more than a little frayed. ]

Unless we’re both suffering from sudden insanity, you’re not crazy. Mass dreaming, maybe, but not crazy.

[ The terrible, horrible, no good, plugged into the main frame type of mass dreaming. At least, that's Topher's current working theory. ]

There may or may not also be zombies. Just...FYI.
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Beth Greene | The Walking Dead

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
There's way too much rain. She's already in the middle of freaking out after waking up in one of those coffin like things, and she sure as hell isn't planning on sticking around to figure out who put her in it. Her head's pounding like nothing she's ever felt before, but the important thing is she's alive. She ought to not be, she reckons, not with what happened at that hospital. Her memory about all that's fuzzy now and she's grateful for it, because she needs to focus on survival.

She doesn't have any weapons and a quick look around the area through the rain tells her she's going to need one. She's not the cursing sort of girl but she manages to let a choice phrase slip out under her breath as she decides to try climbing up on the pod to get a better view of the area. It's not a real smart idea, she quickly realizes, because she's scraping and scrambling and can't get her footing to hoist herself up properly. She slips and hits her chin hard, crying out as she feels the skin break and blood start to pour. Great, she thinks, she's got another mark to match the others on her face.

It's right about then that the hail kicks in and she lets out a scream of frustration. Her daddy's death is always going to be the worst day of her life, but this one is going down as one of the most frustrating. "You ain't gonna win!" It's shouted to the sky, right in time for hail to hit her in the face and the walkers that were shuffling nearby to come at her running.

It doesn't take rocket science for her to figure out that she can be frustrated all she wants later. She's got to run now, and she runs as fast as her legs can carry her, never stopping until she runs right into someone bigger than she is. She cries out, praying it's not a walker. Just in case it is, she reacts accordingly, and lashes out with both fists flying. It's more of an effort to push herself away than anything, but she's so worked up and confused that her self-defense methods aren't exactly up to par with everyone else.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-05 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
With Carol taking out one of the three and distracting a second, Daryl was able to move in and take out the third with only a little effort. He had to knock it back with a kick to give himself room. But after that, he managed to get an arrow through it's eye.

The last walker was going at Carol, arms failing as it tried to get a grip on her. The mud proved to be both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it was having just as hard a time standing as Carol was. A curse because Carol was sliding around too much get a good hit on it. And it's sliding made it hard for Daryl to get a good bead on it to shoot.

He had to go in, up close and personal. The arrow he'd shot into the eye of the second-to-last got yanked out and it was that which he came over to join the small scuffle. He grabbed the back of the walker's neck and yanked it up. The long point of the arrow followed the motion, sliding in up under the chin. The tips were as long as they were to make sure they'd reach the brain no matter where they entered the head.

The walker went limp and Daryl tossed it away. His hand now free, he held it out to help Carol up, and then pull her into a hug. He could have chided her again, but honestly? He was too relieved to see her safe and alive to get on her ass anymore about leaving the safety of the ship.
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[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fuck! Get the fuck off me!" The body she ran into shouted with an Irish accent and pushed back at her with quite a bit of strength. A case of knocking her down even as he fell backwards into the water-soaked ground. Ground that was only not completely mud-churned by the grace of God and a heavy layer of fallen leaves and other detritus. The man she ran into had a knife out in the next instant, holding it defensively in front of him.

The rain had already soaked him to the bone, making the black peacoat he wore hang limply over his shoulders and his black mock-turtle cling to his chest pretty tightly. Short hair got plastered to his head, as well. He looked about as water-logged as one could be without drowning in it. Off his shoulders were the straps of a backpack similar to the one Beth found.

When he was down and caught his breath, and managed to get a good look at her, the glare he'd had softened into surprise and worry, "Uh... Shit. Sorry. You okay, lass?"
dirtyredneck: (Upset (4))

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-05 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl is not expecting the next encounter with a walker to be a stray runner. Those walkers that are faster, more aware, and generally louder than walkers have ever been tended to roam around with a few of their slower follows as back up. Daryl wasn't sure, but he was getting the impression they liked to hide among the slower ones to surprise their victims. Which was probably attributing way too much intelligence to the dead, but better paranoid and safe than lazy and dead.

When it came crashing out of the surrounding trees and into his side, pushing at him, Daryl reacted on instinct and put his modified nerf bow between himself and his attacker. A hard push would send what he assumed was a walker sprawling and in the next moment he had the bow up and aimed squarely at-

"...Beth?"

Her name escaped him like the whine of a puppy that had just been kicked: tiny, sad, desperate, and confused.
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Audio

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-05 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daryl's just assuming the weird quality to her voice is the damn signal between earbuds getting mangled by the continuing rain and hail and now a fire. It figures the downpour wouldn't be enough to stop the flames. Goddamn rocket fuel gasoline shit.]

What kind of help you need? Not sure we can create a fire break in these conditions.

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