March Test Drive Meme

[oasismods]

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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[atanycost]

Staying in or near the pod wasn't really on Rick's mind. It was just a touch too claustrophobic for him, so he just had to get as far away from it as he could. Plus, his priorities right then were finding his people, and specifically, his son and Michonne. If that meant he had a one-track mind, then he'd just accept that, because it was true.

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.

[dirtyredneck]

Whoever Daryl was following finally started to slow down when the wall came into sight. And since they were that close, Daryl chanced a shout their way as he pushed his way into some of the cleared ground between the wall and the woods. It wasn't a consistent strip that could act as a barrier, but with the large tree that dominated the area, not as many other trees could encroach. Just a natural bubble which allowed for a brief repast and room to see around all sides.

"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.

[atanycost]

There was still some distance between Rick and Daryl, but the tail end of the other man's shout carried over anyway, and it was enough to bring him up short. It sounded familiar, but it could have just as easily been his imagination.

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.

[dirtyredneck]

"Rick?"

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."