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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. 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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OHAI. Fancy seeing you here. :D
So running it was. She could lose them and circle back, try to find the others. Maybe they were in pods like her, just somewhere else...
Maggie was about to make a break for it when she heard that voice calling her name. The voice she'd recognize anywhere. "Glenn." He was there, racing toward, and right toward the walkers.
New plan. She did run, but to him, backpack clutched in both hands and ready to use as a shield to shove away anything that wasn't her husband that tried to grab her.
I know, who'd have thought, right? XD
She was running to him, too - he could see her in the rain, his eyes taking in her surroundings with more concern than what his own were. It was almost catastrophe on his end. Another walker came. He'd let out a grunt on that impact, the thing almost knocking him down; gnashing teeth too close for comfort. Glenn had caught his footing at the last second, pushing back at the thing hard - and when he'd gotten the walker down instead? He'd ended it with a boot to the side of the skull; kicking it in to a well-placed rock. When he looked up from that, Maggie was right there.
Right there.
"Maggie!" His voice filled with relief as they met in the rain, reaching for her. Taking her in his arms quickly while he kept his eyes on their surroundings.
All the <3
"Glenn!" It was a quiet gasp of relief at having him there and safe with her, of knowing he was alright even if the same couldn't said about the rest of their family. Maggie wanted to kiss him desperately, to drown in him like they were drowning in this damn rain, but they couldn't risk it with walkers around. So she pressed a quick but firm kiss to his cheek before pulling back to ask, "Where are the others?"
There were a million questions she needed to ask, but that was the most important one. She scanned the area around them as if she would find them there, but all she saw were the same trees from before and the veritable lake that was collecting on the ground that was too saturated to hold the water falling from the sky. Thankfully, there weren't any other walkers in sight, but they weren't naïve enough to think it would stay that way.
<3 to you too, darlin <3
"Daryl's in the city now." He stated. "We should get back there. We haven't seen any one else from home, but we're with other people. There's a lot to tell you, Mags." Something like a smile flickered over his face. Then, it seemed another thing of importance hit him. "Oh, hey - check your bag; there's an earpiece in there. We can talk to everyone. They're really great, even if it can be an auditory clusterfuck sometimes." Thinking on it a second time, he decided it was time to call in the good news.
The little thing clicked to life; so Daryl could be kept up to date. "Hey, Daryl. I got Maggie; we're going to head in. If we see anyone else on the way, we'll grab them."
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But the way he was talking, it sounded like none of this was a big surprise to him. That meant he'd been there long enough to adjust and accept things. How was that possible, though? It hadn't been that long since she'd seen him, it didn't make sense. Daryl was there, though. That was good, at least they knew someone else was alright. And having other people was good too - if they were with Glenn and Daryl, that meant they were good and trustworthy, and they needed that badly if they were going to make it out of this situation.
Pulling back enough to reach into her backpack, she fished around a bit, watching as Glenn activated his earpiece while she found her own. A few seconds later, she was slipping it into place.
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"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.
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"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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"Not too far." He stated in response to Maggie's question, nodding in the direction as he followed up his answer with the estimate of travel time. The rain would make it a more difficult journey, but they both knew that. He didn't need to add it in. "Ready, babe?"
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She was as ready as she'd ever be, but there was one thing she needed before she could go on. "Just one thing," she said quietly before reaching up to hook her free hand around the back of his neck and pull him in close. She pressed her lips to his, a firm, quick kiss to give them both strength. Her fingers brushed back the wet strands of hair that were clinging to the side of his face as she pulled back, and she finally nodded. "Now I'm ready. Let's go."
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"Oh, was that all?" He asked, when they'd parted from that show of love - the grin on his face teasing; and he leaned in to steal another kiss before they were off on the trek back to the wall. It was like getting a jolt of strength, really; but then, she was always like that for him. It was part of who she was. He caressed her cheek with his rock-free hand, then reached down to take her knife-free one; wanting to feel her for a few minutes while they were clear aside from the rain and could take a breath or two just to be there. He'd let go after a second; both of them knew they would stick close, but they'd need to be freed up to make certain they could move.