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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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peacekeep: (what even)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
She hit the ground hard, but didn't pay it much mind since she was hyper aware of that knife and the fact she didn't have one of her own. She reached up to wipe the blood off her chin from hitting it previously, and turned her wide eyes up toward him. What she saw took her breath away with the surprise of it.

"Daryl?"

No, not Daryl. The voice didn't match and the face was too young. Whoever this was could've been his younger brother, or passed as a twin once upon a time. As it was, it was shocking enough to make her eyes widen even more, and she was grateful it likely looked like she was afraid of that knife of his. She nodded soon enough in response to his question, and moved to pick herself up to stand once again. She was soaked through and now muddy, and she really didn't want to meet a young, Irish Daryl lookalike looking like a drowned rat.

"I'll be real good once you put that knife away. I'm not gonna hurt you."
dontsmoke: (69)

Murphy MacManus | Boondock Saints | cw: gratuitous use of the f-bomb

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The first thing Murphy did upon waking was, of course, to look to his left for his brother. He was met with the strange sight of a what he could only think of as the inside of a sci-fi-looking tanning bed. Confused, he looked to his right. Still no Connor. Still in a pod like he was in fucking Cocoon or some shit.

"Connor?" his brother's name escaped because of course it did. Even if he couldn't see the other, he had to be around somewhere near by. He had to.

Murphy undid the seat belt and began pawing around the small space, looking with his fingers more than his eyes. Those were locked on the glass of the window getting pounding by the rain and hail. Not good signs. Where the fuck was he?

"Connor, I swear, if this is a fucking joke, it's not a funny one," he muttered as he found the backpack and pulled it out from under his seat. The food and water and flashlight and - "You and your stupid fucking rope" - were mostly ignored in favor of the field knife. It was only after he got it out and went to put it in his hip sheath that he thought to check for his guns and ammo. Both gone, though his shoulder holsters were still there.

So, definitely not Connor's doing. Which meant he'd been separated from his brother without remembering how. Which also meant...

"CONNOR!" Murphy shouted into the rain as he popped the proverbial hood on his pod. "CONNOR! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? CONNOR!"
Edited 2016-03-05 18:28 (UTC)
peacekeep: (have faith)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She cried out in pain as she hit the ground roughly, having hurt her wrist and her backside. She felt mud seeping through her clothes and wanted to move to her feet, but the second she realized this actually was Daryl she became tense and froze up completely. Her eyes were wide as she looked him over, making sure it really was him. His voice matched, his face did too, but she hadn't ever heard his voice like that before.

Her wrist was stinging and causing her all kinds of discomfort, which led to her taking a moment to pull it in close to her chest. She didn't take her eyes off of him, knowing that Daryl with a weapon pointed wasn't something to take lightly. He was the best hunter and fighter she knew, and right now he was looking at her like she was a walker that broke his heart to see. Like she was that little girl of Carol's in the barn back on the farm. Only difference was, she wasn't a little girl any more and she wasn't dead. She was alive enough to feel her heart racing in her chest and see that bow pointed right at her.

Her breathing became heavy and she focused her eyes on that weapon, until she realized what it was. And then she laughed, loud and clear and out of place with their surroundings. That laughter quickly turned to a look of confusion, and she turned her eyes back up on his face. She looked completely serious no matter how confused about all this she was. "Daryl, are you really gonna shoot me with a girl's toy?"
dontsmoke: (44)

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Murphy looked down at his hand, blinking a little in surprise. He did still have the knife up. Oops.

"Oh... sorry," he said, clearly distracted and surprised by it. Though he didn't actually put it away until after he'd rolled to the side and pushed himself up so he could stand. A stand that was accompianied by a small bounce on the balls of his feet as he got righted. And then the knife was put away.

Murphy put on a smile. Clearly a nervous one, uncertain because really, he didn't know what the hell was going on. But he was trying to be friendly as he held his hand out in greeting, "Name's Murphy. You don't happen to know how the fuck I got here do you?"
dirtyredneck: (Upset (3))

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-05 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He was seeing things. Hallucinating. He hadn't done that since Merle's death. And he hadn't ever had it happen with anyone but Merle, besides. But sure enough, here he was and there she was and she was talking to him.

Daryl's eyes swept from one side to the other, looking for walkers. Not that he expected he'd be able to see them when he was like this. That usually came after he had the heart to heart with his personal demons. Ghosts. Whatever.

He gulped hard, but didn't lower his bow, eyes narrowing through the obvious pain the sight of her brought, "Yeah. I might."
dontsmoke: (Murphy (70))

A

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jesus fucking Christ!" was the loud yelp from somewhere to Squalo's left. A little below his line of sight out of the pod. "Are you trying to make us all go deaf? Fucking hell, man. What the fuck is your problem?"

Says the man who'd been yelling his head off for his brother not a half hour before and had only come out to Squalo's pod in an attempt to see if maybe it held his twin.
peacekeep: (glance)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Beth," she introduced herself, giving him a nod of her head and a smile. She was still thrown off by how much he reminded her of Daryl, but he had charm to him that made her grin. "And I don't have a clue how we got here. There's walkers right behind me, though, we should keep moving. It ain't a fair fight, not with one knife between us."

She urged him to follow her into the forest, because she sure as hell heard the telltale sound of walkers approaching at a rate that was much faster than walking. She hadn't ever experienced that before, and the urgency of needing to run scared the hell out of her.

"Come on, follow me!"
peacekeep: (what even)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
She could tell real quick that something was wrong with this. He was looking at her like he used to a long time ago, in a way that made her furious. "Daryl." His name came out a gentle command, insisting he look at her instead of through her.

"Stop looking at me like that. Like I'm a living dead girl. I ain't, I'm right here!"

The fact that he didn't lower that silly weapon of his made her afraid, but she sure as heck wasn't going to show it. Hunters fed on fear, and she wasn't going to let herself be afraid anymore. She was a Greene, and she was only half as strong as Maggie, but she could be just as stubborn as her Daddy when she put her mind to it. And right now, she had put her mind to being stubborn, refusing to cower or run away.
dontsmoke: (Murphy (20))

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She didn't take his hand to shake it and after a moment he shrugged, letting his hand drop. The rest of her words confused him. But there was a sense of urgency that he couldn't deny, so he followed along, talking all the while, voice noticeably higher than that Daryl fellow's gruff tone. Particularly when the accent really got going, "Walkers? I'm assuming you don't mean what old folk use to help themselves get around with the way you're running off here. Why are we running off, anyway? Why would we need to fight? I mean, I'm pretty good and if you're just afraid of someone jumping you, I'm happy to protect you."
dirtyredneck: (Angry (02))

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-05 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Wrong thing to say. His eyes hardened and he lifted the bow a little higher from where it had been drooping. The four inch metal spikes jutting out of the foam at the tips of the arrows visible with the flash of a lightning.

"No you ain't," he growled, jaw tightening. Hatred for the sight of her, for the way his mind was playing tricks on him when he had people to watch out for, visible in his eyes.

She wasn't real. She wasn't there. He knew that. She was probably a walker. Stuck in the mud where she'd fallen and trying to get up. One with blond hair and a frame still meaty enough to pass for living. Maybe he'd been getting pelted too hard by the hail and just hadn't realized how much they'd been addling him. And this, this vision of her, this ghost, was his punishment for foolishness.

But as much as he wanted to release the string, set one of those arrows right into her eyes, he couldn't bring himself to. The only good walker was a dead walker, right? Except his head was playing with him and he knew he couldn't really bring himself to fire. She'd been dead in his arms once already, he didn't want to see it again. He had to wait until he saw the walker underneath. Had to wait it out.

Bow at the ready. Eyes hard.
peacekeep: (fear)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
She didn't understand why he was acting like this. The confusion about his behavior and the situation she had found herself in brought tears to her eyes and she glared right back up at him. If he wanted to look at her like she was some kind of monster or someone he didn't trust, that was on him. He was someone she had come to rely on, someone she cared for deeply. He wasn't on the same level as her daddy or Rick, wasn't quite like Carl, but he wasn't like Zach either. He was just Daryl, the man who had made her stronger and taught her so much, the one who was there for her when the last shred of innocence and childhood had been ripped away witnessing her daddy's death. He was there when she broke apart and watched her put herself back together again. She had been so weak at the prison, but came into her own at the hospital. Here and now, she wasn't weak anymore. She was a grown woman who knew her strength lied in keeping the peace, and that was exactly what she was trying to do.

"Put that thing down." Her voice trembled as she ordered him to put the weapon down, and she wanted nothing more than to go over and rip it out of his hands and throw it to the ground. She didn't think he'd react very well to her doing that so she kept her distance and tried talking reason into him instead.

"Please, Daryl. Just see me. It's Beth, right here in front of you. You don't wanna shoot me."
peacekeep: (confused)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She realized a little too late that she had just been rude in not shaking his hand, but was so focused on survival and keeping them both safe that she hadn't had time for good manners. She reached forward to take hold of his hand to try and awkwardly shake it, but by the time her fingertips were grazing his he was speaking and she was left dumbfounded.

"You mean there aren't any walkers where you're from? Dead people don't get back up and try to eat the living ones?"

The fact that he was happy to protect her put a smile on her face, even when she was trying to tell him something serious. The smile was short lived, however, as the walkers came into sight and she pointed them out with a frown. She didn't have to describe them to let him know they were dead folks that were up and moving around and meant them harm. It was obvious to tell by the look of them.

"If you've never fought something like 'em before, you gotta give me that knife and I can do it. You'll get hurt." And she wasn't about to let him get hurt trying to protect her from something she had experience fighting.
dontsmoke: (3)

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dead people. Walking around?" He stared for a moment before laughing, "You're having me on."

Except she wasn't laughing, was she? She looked damn serious. Particularly as her gaze drifted from him and to the figures coming out of the trees. The darkness of the day did little to hide their shambling appearance and the smile faded from Murphy's face. He stood there, completely dumbfounded for a long moment. Too long, really.

Even as he was raising his hand to point at them in shock, the group had spotted them and were moving in.

"What the fu-" his question was cut off as the closest lunged for him. Murphy jumped out of the way, knocking into Beth as he tried to get behind her, forgetting for the moment that he'd offered to protect her. "The fuck is going on?"
peacekeep: (fear)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Those're walkers. They look real pleased to meet you, too."

She hadn't ever had someone jump behind her for protection before. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but knew she had to leap into action. She brought her arm out to keep him behind her, and used all of her strength to extend her leg forward in a thrust and shatter the walker's knee. It brought it down but these ones were faster and more determined than she was used to, and it just kept on coming by scraping its way forward.

She backed the both of them up, using another thrust of her leg to try and snap the other one's knee. They could keep coming at them but if they were both incapacitated it would make what she had to do easier.

"Give me the knife!" It was a definite order now, and she held out her hand for him to put the knife in it. If he wouldn't hand it over right way, she had no problem ripping it out of his hand and using it.
dirtyredneck: (Angry (09))

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-05 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shut up," he snapped, lip curling. Body trembling. He could feel himself shaking from the effort not to turn tail and run. Not that it would do him any good. If he was seeing her, then he would probably continue to see her. At least until he could shake the mental fog off. And since he didn't know what had happened to cause this - had he actually been knocked to the ground when that walker ran into him? Was it crawling toward him even now? Was it really the hail? - he didn't know what he needed to do, to say, to drive it away. To drive her away.

"Stay where you are and shut the hell up."
dontsmoke: (Murphy (89))

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"What the fuck?" he asked again, still pretty much in complete shock. It was like he'd gone and found himself on the set of Night of the Living Dead. Only it wasn't a movie. And he had no guns to start popping all of those fuckers.

They lunged again and the girl put herself between him and the dead fucker and Murphy started muttering prayers to the good lord under his breath even as he crossed himself. Between doing that and scrambling for the knife, he was kept pretty well occupied as the girl broke it's fucking knee.

"Holy shit."

He jerked the knife out of the hip sheath he'd stuck it in and handed it over without any further hesitation. While he felt no shame at that moment in hiding behind a girl, had his brother been around, he was certain he'd be on receiving end of some very apropos insults to his masculinity. Honestly, he would have been perfectly happy to suffer through those if it meant Connor was there to hide behind as well. But he was good with the girl.
Edited 2016-03-05 22:27 (UTC)
peacekeep: (never lose hope)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
She understood his reaction. Her brother had one like it the first time they all saw walkers too, only without the language. Murphy wasn't her brother but she felt a need to protect him anyway. It was what she did, take care of others. Strangers weren't any different, really.

The second she had the knife secure in her hand she moved forward to attack. She took all that she had been taught and observed over the years and used it to make quick work out of the walkers. The first one with the shattered knee was easy to stab through the head, but she managed to get the knife stuck. It took both hands to tug it out and she did with a grunt, the momentum of the effort enough to help her spin about and stab again. The knife went through the second walker's throat, and she quickly retracted the blade, trying to aim for the head. She sliced through it's cheek and she had to be fast to retract her hand so she wasn't bit. There was a shout as it was a close call, and as her adrenaline rushed she managed to hit the right angle to strike it through the temple.

She removed the knife and wordlessly moved on ahead, trembling head to toe and looking shaken.
peacekeep: (have faith)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth Greene had been given a strict Christian upbringing. She had been raised to respect others and to never be defiant but that little girl had died along with her daddy. So she stood up taller, looked him right in the eye, and looked at him with as much care and compassion as she could muster.

"No," she softly told him, shaking her head. "I ain't going anywhere, Daryl. Whatever's going on here, you need me. And I'm gonna help you, just like you helped me."

She brought her hands up to show him she meant no harm, and took a moment to bring her hands to her shirt and raise it up enough that he saw she didn't have a weapon hidden in her waistband either. She was unarmed, and he was acting like she meant him all the damn harm in the world. How could he ever get to the point of thinking that?

"Last thing I remember, I was at the hospital. Dawn, she - "

She stopped there, confusion showing. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, despite the never ending rain, and she licked at her lips. "Then I woke up here, just now, in some kind of pod. Felt more like a coffin, if you ask me. Busted my chin on it and everything. There's walkers out there, fast moving ones, and that's why I ran into you like I did. I don't have anything to fight them with. Not like you with your -" Toy. "You know."
dontsmoke: (Murphy (62))

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
There was silence from Murphy for a long moment as he stared down at the dead bodies. Then he stared at her back.

"THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!" his face broke out in a grin and he came up to her back, hands going to one of her shoulders as he hopped around in unconstrained excitement. Unconciously preventing her from easily leaving the area. "Holy shit! I mean... you just... and bam! Right in the head! Fuck yeah! You are fucking badass!"

He took a deep breath, chest rising with a heavy heave before he started to giggle softly, "Holy fucking shit."
peacekeep: (smile)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
His reaction is completely unexpected, and it made her stop walking and turn to face him. She had worried he might think she was some kind of killer or monster but the fact he thought she was badass made her grin and laugh.

"You really think I'm badass?" Her laughter bubbled forth until she was downright giddy with giggles and had to lean forward and brace herself with her hands on her knees. It took her some time but she got the joy out of her eventually, and stood up so she could look him right in the eye as she grinned.

"Well, I think I'm gonna keep you around for a while, Murphy. No one's ever thought I was badass before." She knew that was because she always had to be protected. It felt nice being the one doing the protecting for a change.
dontsmoke: (1)

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then you've been done a grand disservice," Murphy laughed back. His eyes dropped to the knife - his knife - but she'd already proven she was ready and willing to use it. And more familiar with what the hell was going on. So while he gave it a long look, he eventually turned himself back to the bodies.

"Hold on, I'll be right back," he said with an apologetic tone and wandered back to where the - what had she called them? walkers? - had dropped. They were a couple of nasty looking fellows. And she'd done them no favors, either. But they were still dead and they still deserved proper rights. Everyone did if it could be given.

Murphy flipped their bodies over so they were resting on their backs. After which he made sure their eyes were closed and their arms crossed over their chests. Then he knelt down between them and prayed for their souls, finishing the prayer by making the sign of the cross over each of them and lastly himself, "amen."
peacekeep: (pause)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth curiously watched him and if it were at all possible for the sun to start shining and birds to start singing, it would've happened for her in that moment. It was one of the most touching things she had seen in a long while, something she knew her daddy would've approved of. She approved of it, and respected it too. And it maybe made her admire him a little, but she didn't let that show beyond a sad smile as she made her way over to him.

Her hand went to his shoulder, fingertips pressing lightly against him, and she held on as she crouched down and spoke a prayer of her own. It had been so long since anyone made her feel close to God, or that God was still listening. He was listening though, she desperately wanted to believe, and she remembered a time when she thought the walkers were people who were going to get better. The praying wasn't always for the walkers, anyway, it was for the people left behind.

As the prayers finished and they both were on their feet, she handed the knife back over for him to take. It was his, after all. She couldn't hang onto it forever. "Here, take it back. You're a good man, I trust you with it." That was when she decided to travel along with him, until she found her people, then he could join up with the rest of them.
dontsmoke: (Murphy (38))

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Murphy stiffened just a little at her hand on his shoulder. He wasn't used to being touched by someone while praying. Even Connor tended to keep his hands to himself. It caused him to pause and have to retrace his thoughts back to where he was in his prayer. He didn't want to be rude by shaking her off. He'd just have to hope that in the future, she didn't do it again.

After they'd stood up and she was offering the knife back, Murphy kept his hands close to himself and eyed it. He didn't take just yet, instead looking up and meeting her eyes, "And if I take it back, what are you going to send the dead back to God with?"
peacekeep: (whisper)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-05 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "I don't want to have to..." She trailed off lamely, looking down at the ground. She understood that somehow, she was the one that was better equipped to handle the walkers. It was after some biting at her lip and looking unsure of herself that she finally nodded and moved to tuck the knife in her waistband as she had been taught back at the prison.

"Sorry if I bothered you when you were praying. I just haven't seen anybody do it in a long time." She had picked up on the fact that she had distracted him and felt bad for doing it. He was clearly a religious man and she knew better than to bother someone when they were speaking to the Lord. She had just gotten a little taken up in the moment, that was all. Not that she was going to say so, because it would make her look like a kid.
dontsmoke: (Murphy (52))

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-05 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
She hadn't seen anyone pray in a long time? That was even more of a shame than her not being told how badass she was. Murphy shrugged a shoulder and let his left hand rest over his stomach, fingers tapping his soaked shirt in an idle manner.

"Well, if you ever want to pray, I don't mind doing it with you. You aren't Catholic, are you?" The touching of his shoulder made him feel like she was used to holding on to others when they prayed. He didn't know a lot about other faiths, but he thought that might be a Baptist or Lutheran habit. It certainly wasn't Irish-Catholic.

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