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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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Rick Grimes | The Walking Dead
It seemed like a strange thought to think, but really, Rick wasn't sure what to think. Or maybe it was that there was no time to think, because no one in their right mind would hang around when it's raining and hailing all at the same time.
His pace was hardly slow to start with, but he was picking up speed with every second. Finding shelter was important, and the only thing more important than that was finding out what happened to his son Carl and to Michonne, both of whom were just with him. Just thinking about those two names and the people they belonged to brought on a conflicting reaction in Rick's gut.
He and Carl hadn't really been on the best terms lately, and there was a part of him that said it was his fault that things were the way they were. But just as quickly as that thought formed, another one bubbled up to counter it. He'd always tried to do right by his people, and to some degree, he stood by the decisions that he'd made.
Except in this instance, it seemed as though he'd wronged just about everyone. What helped was having Michonne around, which was why things felt so wrong right now. It would have felt wrong anyway, given the unfamiliarity of the area around him, but Michonne was like a rock, and not having her quiet but strong presence around left him feeling vaguely unsettled.
But he didn't have time to dwell on the lack of security, because right then, he picked up on the all-too-familiar sound of shuffling feet, and even if the noise wasn't coming from a walker, the flight response was too strongly wired into Rick's brain to just stand there mulling things over. The need to escape, to find anywhere that wasn't so exposed, overrode every other instinct, and Rick ran.
Where, he didn't know, but if luck was on his side at all, maybe his steps would lead him to an abandoned building where he could wait out the storm and at least try and collect himself.
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Daryl jogged along the broken trail, barely keeping up with whoever it was. And when he finally spotted a shape through the branches and water-laden leaves, the bastard up and started running. Away from Daryl.
He let out a curse, because he didn't want to have to yell at draw the attention of any nearby walkers, but if the bastard didn't slow down, he knew he might have to. The pod in question had landed closer to the walled city than normal. Made it an easy find and also made it so whoever was running would run right into the 30 foot structure if he (she?) kept moving the way they was. Daryl just hoped he could catch up with them before any walkers did. Or worse yet, runners.
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What he didn't bargain for was the presence of walkers, but he was a pretty fast runner, and as he made his way along, he noticed walls looming up ahead of him. He frowned, because from out here, he couldn't tell what might be waiting for him inside those walls. He didn't want to walk blindly into another Woodbury or Terminus.
So with those sobering thoughts in mind, he slowed his pace some, hoping to find a vantage point to see what was going on inside. To say he didn't trust it just because it was walled was understating the facts.
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"Hey!" Daryl shouted at the retreating back. "Asshole! Slow up! I ain't here to hurt you!"
He mentally crossed his fingers whoever it was didn't have a knife to throw in his general direction. Daryl might be trying to be friendly, that didn't mean everyone who landed was going to do the same.
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Although who else slung around the word asshole so easily? Granted, it wasn't an uncommon thing, but Rick occasionally chose to be optimistic.
Luckily for Daryl, Rick didn't have a knife, and even if he did, he wasn't in the mood for throwing it. He turned slightly to look to see who was behind him, and for the second time in a space of minutes, he paused. Daryl was a hard one to mistake for anyone else, even with the slight distance between them.
"Daryl? That you?" He called back, wondering if maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him.
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That wasn't a voice Daryl had been expecting. But it was one he was glad to hear all the same.
Daryl stood there for a second, blinking in surprise before he jogged toward the man. The rain had made it near impossible to make out the familiar lines of Rick's body from the back. But once he closed the distance, there was no mistaking it. He extended his hand towards his friend so he could clasp his wrist when it was taken.
"Shit, man, you gave me one hell of a chase."
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It wasn't until she got closer that she realized who the newcomer looked like, and it was with hope that she picked up her pace to as much of a run as she could manage with all the mud. She knew that this was potentially a bad idea, given what Daryl had told her about her dying and being buried. But if Rick was here, he'd need guidance to the city, and he'd have to find a way to look past the fact she ought to be dead. Whatever fluke in time that had happened here, it was a gift to her and the people she had claimed as her family. Rick would be shocked, same as Daryl had been, she was sure. But she couldn't just leave him out here by himself in order to spare him the surprise.
"Rick!" She called out his name as she neared in closer, grinning as she hurried even more. With the both of them running, it didn't take long for them to quite literally crash right into each other. Beth fell back into the mud with the recoil, but was quick to hop up and reach up to grab hold of his hand.
"The gates to the city are close. Right this way, come on!" She looked behind him and realized that some of the faster moving infected were on their way toward them. It was definitely time to run faster.
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He paused in his progress forward, thinking that someone was calling out to him, and for just a second, he thought maybe he was about to run into Carl. But when he got closer, he realized it wasn't him, but it was another young person who, like it or not, had earned herself a place in his regard. He might even go as far as to say that he cared for her just like he cared for his own son, and his reasons for that went far beyond the fact that they both had witnessed her father's murder.
"Beth?" He managed to get out her name just seconds before he crashed into her, sending her to the ground, and him staggering backwards a few paces. It was more out of surprise than anything that he grinned through the rain and said, "I'd say you need to get cleaned up, but the weather might do that for you."
Of course, that wasn't the first thing he'd wanted to say to her. An apology, or another expression indicating his regret for not being able to do more for Hershel, had been on the tip of his tongue, but surprise made people say funny things.
Then again, what with the infected behind them and the idea that the gates were close, now wasn't the time for either of those things, so Rick just nodded and followed after the young blonde.