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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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"Course I got my brother," Murphy mumbled, offended at the idea that he wouldn't. As if they could be apart for any real length of time. As if either of them could live without the other.

Shaking that thought away - Connor was alive. He'd know it if he wasn't. - Murphy slung the backpack with the rest of the supplies back over his shoulders and started unwinding the rope. The wall was decently high. He was guessing twenty or thirty feet. The tree she was looking at had a few branches high enough up that if they could get there, they could secure the rope there and then use it to climb down the wall on the other side.

After some consideration, he looped the rope across his chest and headed over to start climbing, "Keep an eye out, aye?"

"Be careful," she insisted as he climbed, and stood at the base of the tree to keep an eye out for walkers. It had been quiet so far, and she had become accustomed to thinking too much quiet wasn't ever a good thing.

"Last thing we need is you fallin' and busting something that can't be easily fixed without a doctor."

She probably sounded older than she looked saying that, like some sort of mother hen type. She just didn't want him hurting himself, because she had seen first hand what medical care without a doctor close by was like. Even care with a doctor around wasn't what it should've been, due to a lack of tools and medicine. Murphy didn't want to fall and break an arm or a leg, because she would've been the one to bandage it up.

"I'll be fine," he called back, annoyance in his voice. He was perfectly fine climbing. He'd climbed a lot of trees. And other shit. Granted, he usually had Connor there to back him up and help steady him, but it wasn't like he needed his brother for shit like this. ~~He just needed him for practically everything else.~~

Murphy got up far enough to see over the wall and was surprised to see that more than just an estate lay beyond it. He laughed down at Beth, "Well fuck me... There's a whole fucking city back there! Looks like the power's out. Got no lights."

The rope got looped over the branch he was straddling, tied securely, and then tossed over the wall. Murphy tested it with a couple yanks before waving Beth up, "Get on up here, lass. You can go first."

Not used to being called lass, she smiled to herself and attempted to climb the tree as quickly as possible. It was difficult for her to do, not having the same sort of upper body strength a man did, but she managed well enough. She only slid downward once, and managed to catch herself before it was an accident.

"I'm coming!" she made sure to let him know, just in case he saw her struggling and thought she was too weak to make it up on her own.

When she got up to where he was, it took some shifting and moving around him carefully to get to where she could use the rope. She was tired, but didn't dare stop to catch her breath. All she gave herself time to do was look up at him, serious about what she was saying.

"When we get down there, you stay close to me. That place doesn't look like anyone's been there in a long time." Longer than there were walkers out ruining everything, she thought. That part was worrying her, because what kind of place was this?

"You don't know where walkers are gonna pop out of. We've got to move fast, but careful."

Her soft spoken instructions out between them, she moved to scale down the rope carefully. She definitely didn't have the arm strength to do it properly, and wound up sliding down until she hit the side of the wall and slid down the rest of the way, giving her hands rope burns.

Murphy cringed at her slide downward. She clearly didn't know how to use a rope. Unfortunately the rope was going to end up sacrificed because they wouldn't be able to cut it down or untie it so it could come with them. But hopefully it would go relatively unnoticed by the zombies. And if not, hopefully they weren't smart enough to use it.

Once he'd slid down and joined her - with a lot more skill and grace, he let out a held breath and came up close behind her, "You think they'll be inside here?"

"I know they'll be inside here. They're everywhere." She wanted to stop and take a minute to bandage her hands but knew they didn't have time to do that. It would have to wait until they found someplace safe enough to set up for the night. If Murphy was lucky, it would be a bar.

"Let's go this way," she brought out the knife as they walked and held it tight in her hands, just so she'd be ready when there was a fight with walkers. "And keep an eye out for any sign of other people. A place this quiet might be cleared out. That means we're intruding, and some people don't take kindly to that."

"That can wait a minute," Murphy waved the orders away as he grabbed at her elbow. He could see some blood on one of them. He knew she'd had a bad time going down the rope, but bleeding was more than just a bad time. "Let me have the knife for a second."

She stopped walking and looked at his hand on her elbow. Not wanting to rock the boat, she handed over the knife to him. It was his, and she figured he could probably use it better than she could right now. "Are you sure you only want it for a second?"

"Don't need it longer than that," he answered, dropping the backpack from his shoulder and pulling out the blanket. He cut a long strip of it off one side before stuffing the rest of it back in. The strip he cut in half. The knife went up to be held between his teeth - fortunately the rain had long since washed the blood off - and the gestured for her to hold her hands out for him. He knew enough about binding wounds to do this much for her.

She wasn't used to such kindness from strangers these days, and winced as she held out her hands to him, before he even touched her. She could at least pass it off as anticipation of pain. On both palms there were rope burns from her sliding down, but her right hand was worse off.

"I'll be alright," she insisted, figuring he had taken notice of the gashes on her face. "I've been through worse than this."

She didn't protest more than that, though, and watched him with a smile as he helped her with her hands.

Murphy was gentle with the binding. His fingers light against her skin and the make-shift bandages bound firmly enough that it wouldn't slip, but not so tight that she couldn't flex her hands easily. He smirked up at her while he did it and shrugged. His mouth was a little too full to speak properly until he was done.

Once he was, he handed the knife back to her and slung the backpack over his shoulders again, "I've been through worse, too. Doesn't mean it shouldn't be dealt with when we have the time. And we do. Now, I do believe you were leading the way."

She told herself that becoming smitten with an Irishman with a face that could've belonged to Daryl's younger brother was a bad idea. But he was just so kind and gentle that she could look past the language he sometimes used. She held back her smile as much as she could, but wound up brightly doing so anyway as she took the knife back from him.

"I believe I was," she drawled out, holding the knife loosely so she wouldn't cause the bandages he'd just put on to bleed through. "Stay close, alright?"

There were cars abandoned in the street up ahead and Beth wasn't sure she wanted to navigate her way through them. She had heard stories from Carl and seen things come out from under and around abandoned cars that she hesitated and looked afraid to proceed. She had to be brave and strong, because Murphy thought she was badass, so she took in a shuddering breath and proceeded on ahead. She tried to slowly move her way around and between the cars, jumping in the air every time she thought she heard a sound.

Murphy kept to her back, following and turning his head to look at everything they passed. Equally as worried, but not as jumpy. At her first startle, he set a hand to her back, between her shoulder blades. Silently let her know he was still there and she wasn't alone. That he was trusting her.

After a little bit of walking and jumping, his eyes set upon a broken window and the wood that had once lined it. He tapped her back like an impatient child wanting candy in the supermarket and pointed with the other, "Hey... hey! Think that would work against those dead fuckers?"

She was grateful that he didn't seem to pay much mind to the fact she was skittish, because she really didn't want him to feel like he had to take the lead from her. This was her first time being in charge, and she thought she was doing a pretty good job. Except for her torn up hands and the fact she was afraid something was going to come out at them at any given second.

As he pointed, she turned her head to look at where he was gesturing, and slowly nodded. "Just about anything works, long as you can stab them through their brains. That's the key to bringing them down. Going through the head and into the brain." She had learned over the past few years that just about anything could be a weapon, if there was enough force driving it into the head of a walker.

'Cutting off their heads works too, but that's real messy." It was obvious to tell she found it disgusting, by the look on her face.

She did nod over toward the broken window with a smile, signaling him to run on over and grab it if he wanted.

"Kill the brain," he repeated, sounding a little introspective as he walked off. "Really is some Shawn of the Dead shit going on around here."

Murphy kicked at the the debris until he found a decent length of wood. He cracked it a couple times against the wall just to make sure it wouldn't break on the first hit. Not too hard, but hard enough to get a sense of it's strength. He didn't think it would last more than one or two against a skull. But it might buy them some time if they needed it. Satisfied for the moment, he returned to her side, ready to go.

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