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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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[More than a couple pods had come down in the last few hours and getting to them in the downpour was going to be hard. Especially with the gates getting slammed by the dead. He took to the network hoping that whoever was in the pods had survived. And that they'd thought to dig around in their backpacks and try the earpiece. It certainly hadn't been his first inclination when he'd woken up on the dropship, but it was better to check anyway. Just in case.]

This is going to whoever just dropped in the ships. I'm hoping you can hear me. It's raining hard and there are walkers between you and the city. If you don't know what they are, tell me and I'll tell you. Otherwise, stay where you are and tell us you're alive. There aren't many of us, but we'll get someone to you as fast as we can.

My name's Daryl.

[To his people, the ones already on planet, he added:]

The rest of you: try to keep the lines open and help who you can. Call if you need help. Keep to the buddy system. This ain't weather we need to be messing around in.

The Gates
"Get that post in place!" Daryl yelled, already holding the remains of a former telephone pole (about 1/3 of the size it used to be, worn down and rotted over time) wedged against the door. They needed more if the gates were going to hold.

"And get the ropes set up down the wall for anyone we gotta pull over," he continued shouting into the freezing rain. "More survivors will be coming our way any time now!"

The sound of the pouring rain was the first thing Carol noticed when her eyes sprung open. Only to be followed by the intense ache of her body and the way it had went stiff due to the crash she had just encountered. Everything around her seemed silent other than the raging storm outside her pod, everything dim. How the hell did this happen and exactly where was she? She had just been talking to Sam since the boy wouldn’t leave her home, she had quickly followed him to the door due to him rushing off and things in Alexandria looked at peace. There hadn’t been any sign of rain, it hadn’t rained in awhile as a matter of fact and Alexandria had not been under any kind of an attack. Had someone taken her? Had someone taken the rest of the people in her group? Either way she knew she had best prepare herself to kill and not ask too many questions. Questions were always best to come later if need be.

She squinted her eyes slightly against the dim light, her hands quickly moving up to notice the straps that were binding her down. Hold on a second, what the hell? She felt her body twist slightly, her mind only racing with a million other questions as she felt her adrenaline kick in. She was quick to get the straps unbuckled, her eyes darting around to see if she were in fact truly alone. She didn’t exactly know what this thing was that she seemed to be trapped in but she did know she needed to get out of there quick, see if the others were close by and make sure no one had gotten hurt or worse. She moved to reach her hand out, gently smoothing over the glass as the rain pounded down. It was her natural instinct to start fumbling around for any kind of lever, button, anything to release the pod and get her the hell out of there. Only so far she wasn’t having any kind of luck and escaping from this thing was starting to seem like more of a challenge. After a moment or two of fumbling around her foot brushed against the backpack resting at her feet.

That was enough to make her body grow a little more tense as she slowly allowed her eyes to glance downward. At this point Carol didn’t know what was more unsettling, the fact that she allowed something like this to happen or the fact that her kidnapper left her in the middle of nowhere with a little survivor kit. She was cautious to slowly bend down and take the backpack in her hands, it was the better idea to give it a look over rather than just leave it. Though she also knew that any kind of food, water or medicine left could be poison, just some kind of evil trick to wipe out not only herself but the others as well. She was fast to turn the backpack upside down and gently allow whatever was inside to fall before her, that’s when she reached out her hand and felt around a little bit, pushing things aside before her eyes locked on something. Could that seriously be some type of earpiece only a few inches away from her fingers? She was hesitate at first to pick it up but something inside of her made her reach out quickly and grab it. This could be potentially dangerous or helpful, either way she knew or at least hoped someone was going to be on the receiving end. In the matter of seconds she had the contact device against her ear, still finding it very unusual that a device like this would be given to anyone, especially in the world she was living.

“Sam?” she called lowly, waiting to hear any kind of sign from the young boy from the other end or maybe even her kidnapper. After a few seconds of silence she signed, chewing along her lower lip as she glanced around in frustration. “Rick?”
Nothing.

“I don’t know who you are or how in the hell you got me here but I swear to God if you’ve hurt any of my people, I will kill you.” she growled lowly into the silence. She was just about to toss the earpiece to the floor before she heard something, a voice that made her go still. At first everything was coming out in waves of static and the pounding rain against the glass wasn’t making it any easy to hear.

Her body went tense as she heard walkers were close by but what really got her was when she heard that name, his name.

“D-Daryl?!” she was quick to almost yell in the earpiece as she glanced around as if he were only a few feet behind her. “Daryl?” she called again. “Can you hear me, it’s me?!”

This was a releif at least or was it?

The earpiece was set to ask Carol to input her name so it could connect her to the network. Once she did, her voice came through loud and clear and Daryl found himself staring off into the jungle in a state of shock.

"Carol?" he croaked out, voice soft but still rough from surprise. "You in one of them downed ships?"

A soft smile gently spread across her lips as she heard Daryl’s voice. She closed her eyes and let out a small sigh of relief. At least now she wasn’t fully alone but she still had questions. Just exactly where was she and how had she gotten here? Had the same exact people taken Daryl as well? His question was enough to make her forget about her own questions as she glanced around slightly.

A ship?

“Is that what in the hell this thing is?” she asked as her hand went out to brush along the glass once again. She then glanced around once more, taking in the pod before she glanced back out the window. She couldn’t see much due to the heavy storm and it didn’t sound all too friendly out there.

She then pressed her hand along the glass, before fumbling around a little more to see if maybe she could get the damn thing open.

“What in the hell is this?”

"Yeah," he answered, still trying to shake himself out of his shock. "It... it's a ship. It's uh... Stay inside it. There are walkers out there and if the bag you got left is anything like most of the ones we found, you ain't got anything to take them out with. I'll come to you."

Daryl called to one of the others watching the gates in the rain and told them he was going out before dropping down a rope set up for that purpose. He had a knife on him and with the rain and hail drawing most of the walkers towards the city, he felt safe enough.

"I know roughly where two of those smaller pods came down, can you get a look out the window? Tell me what you see?"

He'd check both sites if he had to. But it would easier if he could get to her right away. Further explanations could come after her answer.

She wasn't liking what Daryl was telling her at all. Had who ever had taken her must have taken her weapon? That shouldn't have came as a surprise but that didn't mean she liked it. She glanced back at the window the moment she said something about walkers, her hand went up to gently wipe away some of the fog along the window as she tried her best to glance out.

"Rain, I just see rain" she muttered back lowly before she glanced around once again.

"I'm not much on waiting, I can try to get out by myself" she called back to him.

Daryl moved quickly through the forest. Both ships had dropped down at least a half-hour's run (if not further) from the city. It was hard to judge with the downpour.

When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. He had to keep it low just in case, "Safer to stay in there and let me get to you. Drier, too. I'm already on my way."

Though he couldn't exactly stop her from climbing out if she wanted to. He just hoped she stayed put.

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.

"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.

"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..."

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."

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.

"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.

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.

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?"

Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead

Carol Peletier | The Walking Dead

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