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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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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?

[ 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.

( clary leaves the safety of the pod less because of a disregard for grocery store logic and more because a series of poor decision making is right up clary's alley. her first instinct is to rush out and find her friends, it isn't until she's squelching through mud and utterly exposed that she thinks maybe leaving the relative protection of the container that she woke up in wasn't the smartest idea. still it's a little late to be thinking about that now, she basically just needs to work on getting out of this soaking rain before she ends up with hypothermia or something.

or at least, that's all she needs to work on until she hears simon scream.

unsurprisingly, clary doesn't even hesitate before tearing off in the direction of the sound. it isn't exactly easy going, she slips more than once and ends up at least half covered in mud before she makes it to simon, but she does make it there in time to see-

a zombie. that's a zombie of course. )

Simon! ( her voice comes out somewhat shrill as she shouts his name, but there's thankfully bigger things to worry about than sounding scared. the closest thing to a weapon she has is a bunch of rope and a stupid flashlight, but there's at least a decently heavy looking rock at her feet. it's hardly ideal, but then again is any of this? ) Simon, hold on.

( some....how.... )

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better late than never amirite /fingerguns