oasismods | 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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Daryl let her hold him there, head tucked into her shoulder with her hand on the back of his head. Just for a moment. A long moment, maybe. But things weren't peaceful enough to let it linger too long. He had to pull away eventually.

He shivered from the rain. It was cold enough for hail to be forming, which wasn't good for anyone when they were already so wet. They needed to get inside somewhere. Get warm. Wouldn't be able to do it for long, but they still needed to.

Daryl glanced at the pod a moment and made a mental note of where it was for future retrieval. There were parts in there that Han fellow would want and Padme would need to know, too. So she could help organize runs to it. Then he turned and went to get his arrows and his knife.

He gave a look back at Carol and waved for her to follow him back the way he'd come, "Gotta get back. Gates need holding."

Carol felt all the tension leave her body as she gently kept him against her shoulder. It was a huge relief that he had found her but that had never once been a problem for him had it? She was alsp glad that who ever had kidnapped them hadn't hurt him and that he was safe.

Her smaller form shivered against him slightly as the storm beat down along them and continued to dance violently across the sky. She watched as he pulled back from her, gathering his weapons and motioned for her to follow.

She wasn't hesitant at first but moved after him.

"Is this place we're going safe?"

He should have know she would ask because if this place wasn't safe or the people then she would take matters into her own hands if need be.

"Trying to make it so it is," he answered softly, holding back on his longer stride so she could catch up. She'd end up walking behind him, but that didn't mean he needed to get real far ahead of her.

"It's a walled city. Small. Walls were put up before." Before the dead started walking, not just before they got there. "Gets a lot of rain, tho, and most of the paper's long since rotted. So far no one's been able to find any clue of what city it used to be. We ain't in America, though. Stars ain't right. Well, they're right. For Earth. But not for where we was."

If that seemed like an odd way to put things, he did have a reason for it.

She had already guessed they were long gone from Alexandria but that didn't mean she liked or felt comfortable about any of this. The more Daryl went on about this place the more uneasy she felt.

"Who did this, do you know who just randomly took us and why?"

It was questions she needed to know in order to prepare herself for this place. She would stay under cover if she needed too. That way she could stay low key, keep a close eye on the people and sneak around if need be.

"And what about home?"

Daryl shook his head at the first question, rain water flying with his hair, "No one does. One of the others is trying to get one of the radios to work again. See if we can contact whoever's been sending the ships."

As for home... "Don't know what's been goin' on since Glenn and I found ourselves here. It's been a few weeks. Don't remember being taken, neither. But it happened." They wouldn't be there if they hadn't.

"Got ourselves a group, though. Most of the survivors of the first crash. The ship me and Glenn were in. Some others that've come down since. There're a few who don't wanna join the group. They mostly take care of themselves out here, in the forest. The rest of us been making parts of the city ours. Half of us are at an old warehouse that's got itself a sturdy fence. The other half is at an old hotel with a decent number of floors between them and the ground."

They had places to run if one got overwhelmed. Plenty of space to live in without feeling crowded. A whole city to scavenge on a regular basis. And plenty of hunting in the woods. Could be a lot worse. Could be like the three weeks between Atlanta and Alexandria. Daryl was glad they weren't at that point. Hoped they never would be.

"Wait, Glenn was taken too?" she calls back to him. The information he was giving her was a bit overwhelming but more frustrating to the fact it made her head hurt. Her hand went up to gently rub along her forehead.

"You were out on that run weren't you?" she called softly. That had been the last time she saw himwas when he decided to join Aaron in search of others. Others who they could bring back with them and build the community of Alexandria.

Though at the mention of others, she felt her head jerk forward and she came to a stop. Daryl of all people knew how she became when it came down to new places, new people. She became weary, guarded and she sure as hell wasn't quick to trust anyone.

Yeah, he knew she didn't trust other people. But she trusted him. Didn't she?

"They follow me," he said quietly, turning after he realized she wasn't moving behind him anymore. "We ain't got a council this time. Not yet. And we ain't got Rick. They follow me."

That she did. She had always trusted him, that was a given.

She moved to wrap her arms around her small frame, eyes locking with his own as he turned around and was quick to say that these people, these strangers happened to follow him. Still she felt a bit uneasy about the fact he had found and formed a whole new group.

"And if they turn on you?"

Daryl shook his head, denying that possibility. Group was too small for that shit. And the various 'leaders' of the smaller groups within it had already agreed to following Daryl's rules. He was in charge as much as anyone could be.

"Most of them ain't had a clue what walkers were 'fore we met up," he explained. "Most of them ain't got a clue how to hunt or scavenge properly neither. Some do. They're contributing. But most of them is still learning. I trust the ones we got right now."

Trust was such a strong and heavy word to use due to the world they lived in. Trust was something that just wasn't common anymore, it was abused, tossed aside but she glanced back towards him once he explained that most of these people couldn't really survive in these conditions.

Yet another thing that wasn't too surprising. They had came upon people like that a good time or two.

"I don't like this" she admitted honestly after a good moment or two of silence.

"And for all their sakes I hope you're right about them."

Because the very moment any one of them dare do something that could possibly threaten or harm Daryl, she would kill them.

Daryl hoped he was, too.

"Come on. We need to get moving," Daryl jerked his head and turned around again. He wasn't going to keep arguing with Carol. Wasn't the time for it. She understood what she needed to now. The rest could wait.

The gates needed to be held.

She watched as he turned around and started forward once again. At least he had some kind of an idea about this place so they weren't at a total loss. That didn't make her feel any less cautious about anything or these people he had grouped up with.

With a low sigh she moved to follow behind him once again. After all it wasn't like she had anywhere else she could possibly go.

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