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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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[There were at least a dozen walkers at the part of the wall she and Glenn had reached, and with only one knife and a rock between them, there was no way they were getting through. She activated her earpiece like Glenn had shown her and hoped it actually worked as promised, because they could use all the help they could get.]

Daryl, it's Maggie. Glenn and I are at the wall, but there are walkers everywhere. We're about- [A pause to ask her husband a question.] ...ten minutes south of the gates. How are things looking at your end?

[She was hoping he had something, because they would only be able to hide in the treeline for so long before one of the walkers noticed them, and with their luck it would be one of the running kind.]

We've got it shored up for now. As best we can.

[Considering they'd been dealing with psycho bastards and the undead for the last three days, they were doing pretty decently. Just not good.]

Can you get to the north end of the gate? I got a rope down close to a clearing we been using for rain catchers. The clearing has walls up around it. Can hide you for a bit.

['As best we can' sounded pretty familiar. Guess this place wasn't so different from where they'd been before.]

We can try. If we don't come across any of the ones that can run, we should be fine. But we've only got the one knife between us. And Glenn's rock.

[Perhaps not the most convincing answer, but a truthful one. Walkers that ran. She still couldn't believe it.]

The runners are climbers, too. And they can think. I got caught by three of them last week. They went looking for me when I hid. Just ducking behind something ain't gonna deter them. Be careful.

[That had sent him into a real panic, too. He didn't like admitting it, but he'd been more scared of dying than he had been in a long time.]

I'll meet you at the rope. Keep talking to me.

[None of that sounded at all promising for their odds of actually getting out of this alive. She wanted to stay positive and say they'd been through worse, but it was starting to sound like they really hadn't.]

Okay. [It was an easy order to follow, she took comfort in the sound of his familiar voice.] We're gonna try and get around this group without them noticing. Hang on.

[There was quiet for a few seconds, then an audible sigh.] We're past them now.

There's a herd at the gates. At least fifty of 'em. Their attention's on getting past and it's staying there cause of the hail on the roofs. But be careful all the same.

[It wouldn't be the first time any of them had skirted a herd. The ability for communication while doing so in small groups was a first though. Made keeping the stupid headset in his ear worth it.]

Find Glenn a stick to play baseball with while you're moving. It'll be better than that rock of his.

[She couldn't not laugh at that, even if it's quiet and more breath than sound.]

He's already killed three walkers with it, I think he's kinda attached to the rock.

[The benefits of being able to communicate while separated weren't lost on her. Things after the prison would have gone very differently if they'd had these things back then, and for now they made the idea of navigating around a herd just a little less scary.]

[Daryl knows Glenn had a knife when he went out, so he figures the knife Maggie's toting is Glenn's. Or was. Her's now.]

If he's so attached, he can try to bag dinner while he's out there.

[No. Don't. He's trying to joke.]

[He gets a chuckle for that one.]

He's looking- [A pause, then a frightened] Shit!

[The exclamation is followed by the sounds of running, their steps not exactly quiet as they slosh through mud and pooling rain water, and gasping breaths.]

[Daryl's only consolation at the sudden panic was that whatever noise he was hearing right then wouldn't carry far with how much rain and hail was coming down period. No more than ten feet or so and then it'd be lost in the overall noise.

He didn't want to distract them, but he had to ask:]

It a walker or a runner?

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