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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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Audio Option: Fire
[A voice crackled over the radios. It wasn't streamlined to anyone specific, it was a broad call for help. It could only barely be heard over the static of falling rain and the roar of the fire around them.

The voice itself is female, but garbled with a unique quality to it. Something inhuman. Slightly tinny with something rough woven through it.]

Whomever can hear us, we have a problem. We are in the woods; a lightning strike started a fire near the shuttle crash. We are trying to contain it, but it is quickly growing out of control and we are sensitive to heat. Please, if we had help, this would be much easier.

Action Option: Fire
A woman in a solid purple suit, from head to toe, was carrying a tarp of water to the fire. Moments later, that purple suit of hers sprung to life, latching onto a nearby tree with purple tendrils to pull her into the air and allow her to drop the water onto the fire. When the tarp was empty, she pulled herself away from the fire and dropped back to the ground. It might have been your imagination, but the woman's amorphous suit seemed to scream when it was close to the swell of heat. It shuddered and smoothed back over her body, all signs of tendrils were gone. The silver swirls and wisps settled into a new pattern set in the purple suit.

The fire is flaring further towards the crashed ship and the sand soaked in jet fuel. There were small pops and flares as the flames hit small puddles of fuel that had leaked further from the ship than the rest. The suit seems to pull the tarp towards her and wind around her arm as its reeled in. She takes to the trees and launches herself back towards the oasis to collect more water. It doesn't take her long to return with another tarp full to dump again.

When you approach, she'll toss a curved piece of metal to you. It's bowled deep enough to carry water, but not enough to weigh down a normal human.

"We are moving as fast as we can, but we are only so capable. Please, help us."

Edited 2016-03-01 14:31 (UTC)

-- A) obligatory crash scenario, now with precipitation

Well, that had been a shitty landing. Whatever fuck had been piloting this thing clearly needed to have their neck broken (and license revoked. In that order). Squalo takes a few minutes to take in his surroundings, panic (who the hell were these people? how did he end up here? what the fuck was going on?) and find something to arm himself with - any loose parts, chair pieces or cable, whatever could be found inside would do for now -- and then the obvious course of action is, of course, checking out what's outside.

He's ready to hop out through the hole when he realizes the source of that sound he's been hearing. It's raining. Hailing, even. The visibility is shit, and it's probably a good idea to stay put until it passes or eases up.

Except, of course, right as he's trying to get as good as possible a look without sticking his head out, there's a gust of rogue wind, and a couple buckets worth of water and ice drenches him in an instant.

Know what's really worse than rain and hail? Having like ten pounds of wet hair. His cheek twitches. Three, two, one...

"VVOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!!!"

...surely nobody heard that, right? ~~A few earpieces might've short-circuited.~~

-- B) clean those city walls eh

~~Assuming he (somehow) made it there,~~ It doesn't take long to notice the gates are being assaulted. It doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out who it is, either. Squalo makes a point to climb on top of the wall to survey the... zombies? They don't look much like the Vindice, but even less like normal people. There's a lot of them, all along the wall, though the thickest numbers seem to be by the gates. No surprise.

Well, spartans don't usually ask how many enemies there is, either, only where they are. This would be easy to handle if he at least had a decent weapon. As is, the best he could find so far was probably on the level of a rusty pipe or a sharpened stick.

But hey, he always liked a challenge, right?

If you've been watching him, you'll see him grin, send a mock two-fingered salute your way and jump right off the wall. To the other side. IS HE INSANE? Rest in pieces, weird excitable guy, surely that's the last we see of him. But wait. There's... a commotion.

-- C) i set fire to the raiiin

When he happens to wander upon the fire, his first thought is to bail. Fighting the elements isn't something he's equipped to do right now. His shark could easily form a firebreak to stop it from spreading. Piece of cake. But all he's got is some scrap metal and frankly, it's getting really annoying.

But as he starts walking away, it dawns on him that there's... nothing to retreat to, really. Who knows if there will be any natural stops in the fire's way, and if not, this piece of somewhat hospitable environment would just be reclaimed by the desert. What can possibly be done here, though? Getting some trees and bushes out of the way, retrieving enough water or sand for it to be effective, all of that requires --

Wait. Someone else was nearby. He doesn't need to get a proper look to know it's someone with a still functional brain.

"Heeey! Hey you!"

Well that's something you don't see every day. Squalo knows a little bit about Hi Tech Suits, robots and general Magic Bullshit, but he's still going to stop in his tracks and watch her seemingly effortless flight between trees. Which is probably for the best, since that gives her a moment to throw that makeshift equivalent of a bucket to him. He catches it, but gives her an almost suspicious look.

"'Us'? And what is our plan exactly?" Fighting a forest fire with a bowl of water seems rather futile, but if it's the best they can do at the moment, he'll give it a shot. Not much choice here.

"Yes, 'us'. We are... It is irrelevant. Explanations can wait." If their tone sounded a little short, well, it was. Always questioning them. Always nagging. If people could just cooperate with them, things would be that much simpler. And no, they were not going to control everyone like their mother. That was not an option.

"Our plan is to drench the fires and dilute the fuel. In lesser concentrations, the fuel is more likely to burn off without causing a catastrophic explosion of flames. We aren't fond of flame, but this is the lesser of two evils for us and for other survivors. If you can buy us time, we can finish our earlier project. It is taxing to us, but with help, we can do it." They may be a bit cryptic, but they're used to reading eachother's thoughts through the link they share, rather than speaking their plans. The latter takes up so much more time, much to their frustration.

Edited 2016-03-01 18:06 (UTC)

Reasonable, he supposes. People have weird speech patterns sometimes. Although he's not sure if that's the case here. That outfit of this person looked alive for a moment. And that bent piece of metal... wonder if she'd just found it like that. If it's actually her doing, she could be useful. Hm. Probably the only way to know is ask.

He'll set off toward the lake, in a reasonably quick pace, though considering how loud he's talking they can probably continue the conversation no problem as he retrieves water. "Think you could tear out a few trees with that? It'll spread before it's put out with these amounts of water."

Were he to ask her, she would tell him that yes, she'd bent the metal herself. Using it until she'd found the tarp-like cloth which carried much, much more water, but was far heavier.

She can hear him as he goes. "I could." She answers, darting back to the ship to retrieve the project she'd been working on before she determined the fire was moving too quickly. Her right arm shifted, the metal swirls congregating there, before it fanned out and oozed over a hunk of machinery she'd dissected from the ship. It wouldn't fly again, that she knew, so gutting it was of no detriment to her.

"However, with you stalling the fire, we have a more efficient means. We are working on it now." She continues, hefting the mechanical mess of an arm up, pulling fuel injector and coolant hoses from the innards of the ship. Any hose or tube she could find was worked into the device. Missing joints or items that didn't fit properly were filled in with the purple substance to form an air-tight seal. Lastly, the tarp was added for a containment bag.

She then darts back to the water source, dipping one hose into the water and focused the Symbiote into activating the small engine, causing suction. It began drawing water into the bag until it was nearly bursting at the seams. The purple goo stretched, giving more room to fill, supporting the bag across her shoulders. There was obvious strain, despite her face being entirely covered.

It's raining. That's the first thing she notices as she slowly wakes, other than the fierce ache in her body that reminded her of what being in a car crash was supposed to feel like. But that didn't make sense; she'd just been talking with Reg about the meeting Deanna was calling, and there hadn't been a cloud in the sky or a car in sight.

Maggie blinked into the dim light and tried to move, her hands lifting to grope at the straps that were holding her in place. What? She was in some kind of... well, it reminded her of one of those pods that you sometimes saw in sci-fi movies. The ones that only fit a single person. But it was also kind of like a high-tech coffin with how enclosed it was, the thought of which only served to send her adrenaline levels sky-high. No. No. She had to stay calm, and she had to get out of there. She had to find Glenn and the others, figure out how she'd gotten there and what the hell was going on.

Unhooking the straps was easy. Figuring out how to get out of the pod thing, that was a little more difficult. It wasn't night, there was too much light for that, but with all the clouds in the sky and the rain on the glass, it might as well have been. In all her fumbling around to find something to release the glass or a hatch or something, she found the backpack at her feet, and that was when she really started to panic. This hadn't been her people, they wouldn't leave anyone on their own like this and she couldn't seen any other pods out there. No, someone had done this to her, to them, and she didn't know who or why. But they'd left her with supplies and somehow that was more terrifying than if she'd just been dumped somewhere with nothing. Though it was practically nothing - they'd taken her weapons.

Something finally popped loose and she was able to swing the glass open, a torrent of rain rushing into the pod and instantly soaking her to the bone. "Glenn!" The first thing out of her mouth was a shout of her husband's name as she blinked against the rain "Rick! Daryl!" She couldn't see anything other than trees and a fire in the distance and -- walkers.

Two of them, moving toward her, attracted by her shouting more than likely. It was pure instinct to reach for the knife at her hip, except it wasn't there. She should have remembered that. "Shit."

He'd been appreciative of the rain, at first. It brought back certain moments that he'd lived with his extended family; with his wife. A moment of pure hope when things had been so very dire. It didn't have that exact feeling, but one couldn't help how they'd relate things in their head. At least, most of the time. Regardless, that initial feeling had dissipated sometime near the end of the second day; the sense of hope having dwindled to a curiosity of 'when would it stop already?' It was what it was, of course.

And then the crashes came. They all knew by then that they'd have people in them; maybe some of their own. It was always possible. Frightening as it was. So, Glenn set out in the weather towards the touchdown point; hoping that this time, there wasn't a large number of deaths like the last one. Being glad that Maggie or any of the rest of their family had not been in the party of the deceased. It would have been too much, otherwise. He didn't even let himself process those thoughts in full; he kept telling himself that she was still home, safe behind the walls. Even if she didn't know where the hell he'd gone, it'd be okay. She'd keep going.

He saw the shape of the pod before he noticed it was a one person ride, or before it registered with him. And he saw movement; his steps taking him in closer, only stopping to dispatch a walker as swiftly as he could. Seeing the rest of them coming in, knowing that the passenger of the pod would be in a lot of danger - and there he was, putting himself in the thick of it, too. It was what it was, they had to help each other.

And then, he heard his name. Her voice. His heart dropped, then rose again. Not sure if he should laugh because of joy or scream because he didn't want her dropped in this place. But, she was there. She was alive. And he would get her to what they were calling home.

"Maggie!" Was his call in return, not thinking to switch his earpiece on so Daryl would know. He wasn't thinking of anything but her then. Making his way to her as fast as he could.

Network
[More than a couple pods had come down in the last few hours and getting to them in the downpour was going to be hard. Especially with the gates getting slammed by the dead. He took to the network hoping that whoever was in the pods had survived. And that they'd thought to dig around in their backpacks and try the earpiece. It certainly hadn't been his first inclination when he'd woken up on the dropship, but it was better to check anyway. Just in case.]

This is going to whoever just dropped in the ships. I'm hoping you can hear me. It's raining hard and there are walkers between you and the city. If you don't know what they are, tell me and I'll tell you. Otherwise, stay where you are and tell us you're alive. There aren't many of us, but we'll get someone to you as fast as we can.

My name's Daryl.

[To his people, the ones already on planet, he added:]

The rest of you: try to keep the lines open and help who you can. Call if you need help. Keep to the buddy system. This ain't weather we need to be messing around in.

The Gates
"Get that post in place!" Daryl yelled, already holding the remains of a former telephone pole (about 1/3 of the size it used to be, worn down and rotted over time) wedged against the door. They needed more if the gates were going to hold.

"And get the ropes set up down the wall for anyone we gotta pull over," he continued shouting into the freezing rain. "More survivors will be coming our way any time now!"

What could she do? Run, try to take them down with - what had been in the backpack? a flashlight? - or get back in the pod thing and hope that someone friendly happened along. The last one wasn't her favorite option by far. Her family was out there somewhere. They could be trapped or hurt and just sitting around hoping not to be eaten wasn't something she could do. And her chances with the flashlight weren't the best either, the thing was too small to do much damage.

So running it was. She could lose them and circle back, try to find the others. Maybe they were in pods like her, just somewhere else...

Maggie was about to make a break for it when she heard that voice calling her name. The voice she'd recognize anywhere. "Glenn." He was there, racing toward, and right toward the walkers.

New plan. She did run, but to him, backpack clutched in both hands and ready to use as a shield to shove away anything that wasn't her husband that tried to grab her.

Again, he stopped, almost sliding in the mix of water and ground; blade going right home in the walker that met him. Glenn's face showed centered concentration; the power of his swing. The walker lurched towards him with a hiss, hoping to make a meal of him - but it met the business end of his knife. The thing quieting before Glenn drew the blade away as hastily as logic allowed. He continued on, bullheaded aim to be at her side the only thing he felt.

She was running to him, too - he could see her in the rain, his eyes taking in her surroundings with more concern than what his own were. It was almost catastrophe on his end. Another walker came. He'd let out a grunt on that impact, the thing almost knocking him down; gnashing teeth too close for comfort. Glenn had caught his footing at the last second, pushing back at the thing hard - and when he'd gotten the walker down instead? He'd ended it with a boot to the side of the skull; kicking it in to a well-placed rock. When he looked up from that, Maggie was right there.

Right there.

"Maggie!" His voice filled with relief as they met in the rain, reaching for her. Taking her in his arms quickly while he kept his eyes on their surroundings.

Her heart was in her throat when she saw the walker get too close. A shout of warning was on her lips too late, but he had it, he took it down, and Glenn was still standing when she finally reached him. Her feet sank into the layers of rain and mud as she let go of the backpack with one hand to wrap her arms around him, clinging to him as if he were the only sane thing in her world. Because he was.

"Glenn!" It was a quiet gasp of relief at having him there and safe with her, of knowing he was alright even if the same couldn't said about the rest of their family. Maggie wanted to kiss him desperately, to drown in him like they were drowning in this damn rain, but they couldn't risk it with walkers around. So she pressed a quick but firm kiss to his cheek before pulling back to ask, "Where are the others?"

There were a million questions she needed to ask, but that was the most important one. She scanned the area around them as if she would find them there, but all she saw were the same trees from before and the veritable lake that was collecting on the ground that was too saturated to hold the water falling from the sky. Thankfully, there weren't any other walkers in sight, but they weren't naïve enough to think it would stay that way.

He smiled at her, his eyes finding her's; the well of relief within him bubbling over. God, he loved her so much. Even if he'd hoped she'd be spared this weirdness, he couldn't deny that he was happy to see her. To hold her as he was doing right then, even if they needed to clear out and get themselves back to the city. A second, though; he needed to make sure she was alright. Even if she'd been running, even if they were standing there in the rain. He stroked her cheek and smiled as she kissed his. "You alright, babe?" Voiced filled with concern. "I know touch down isn't fun; I woke up feeling like everything was spinning." He moved away enough so he could slide his hands over her arms; let his eyes catch over her face, her form. Taking a visual inventory; even if he knew she'd tell him, he couldn't help the need to look and be certain for himself.

"Daryl's in the city now." He stated. "We should get back there. We haven't seen any one else from home, but we're with other people. There's a lot to tell you, Mags." Something like a smile flickered over his face. Then, it seemed another thing of importance hit him. "Oh, hey - check your bag; there's an earpiece in there. We can talk to everyone. They're really great, even if it can be an auditory clusterfuck sometimes." Thinking on it a second time, he decided it was time to call in the good news.

The little thing clicked to life; so Daryl could be kept up to date. "Hey, Daryl. I got Maggie; we're going to head in. If we see anyone else on the way, we'll grab them."

The sound of the pouring rain was the first thing Carol noticed when her eyes sprung open. Only to be followed by the intense ache of her body and the way it had went stiff due to the crash she had just encountered. Everything around her seemed silent other than the raging storm outside her pod, everything dim. How the hell did this happen and exactly where was she? She had just been talking to Sam since the boy wouldn’t leave her home, she had quickly followed him to the door due to him rushing off and things in Alexandria looked at peace. There hadn’t been any sign of rain, it hadn’t rained in awhile as a matter of fact and Alexandria had not been under any kind of an attack. Had someone taken her? Had someone taken the rest of the people in her group? Either way she knew she had best prepare herself to kill and not ask too many questions. Questions were always best to come later if need be.

She squinted her eyes slightly against the dim light, her hands quickly moving up to notice the straps that were binding her down. Hold on a second, what the hell? She felt her body twist slightly, her mind only racing with a million other questions as she felt her adrenaline kick in. She was quick to get the straps unbuckled, her eyes darting around to see if she were in fact truly alone. She didn’t exactly know what this thing was that she seemed to be trapped in but she did know she needed to get out of there quick, see if the others were close by and make sure no one had gotten hurt or worse. She moved to reach her hand out, gently smoothing over the glass as the rain pounded down. It was her natural instinct to start fumbling around for any kind of lever, button, anything to release the pod and get her the hell out of there. Only so far she wasn’t having any kind of luck and escaping from this thing was starting to seem like more of a challenge. After a moment or two of fumbling around her foot brushed against the backpack resting at her feet.

That was enough to make her body grow a little more tense as she slowly allowed her eyes to glance downward. At this point Carol didn’t know what was more unsettling, the fact that she allowed something like this to happen or the fact that her kidnapper left her in the middle of nowhere with a little survivor kit. She was cautious to slowly bend down and take the backpack in her hands, it was the better idea to give it a look over rather than just leave it. Though she also knew that any kind of food, water or medicine left could be poison, just some kind of evil trick to wipe out not only herself but the others as well. She was fast to turn the backpack upside down and gently allow whatever was inside to fall before her, that’s when she reached out her hand and felt around a little bit, pushing things aside before her eyes locked on something. Could that seriously be some type of earpiece only a few inches away from her fingers? She was hesitate at first to pick it up but something inside of her made her reach out quickly and grab it. This could be potentially dangerous or helpful, either way she knew or at least hoped someone was going to be on the receiving end. In the matter of seconds she had the contact device against her ear, still finding it very unusual that a device like this would be given to anyone, especially in the world she was living.

“Sam?” she called lowly, waiting to hear any kind of sign from the young boy from the other end or maybe even her kidnapper. After a few seconds of silence she signed, chewing along her lower lip as she glanced around in frustration. “Rick?”
Nothing.

“I don’t know who you are or how in the hell you got me here but I swear to God if you’ve hurt any of my people, I will kill you.” she growled lowly into the silence. She was just about to toss the earpiece to the floor before she heard something, a voice that made her go still. At first everything was coming out in waves of static and the pounding rain against the glass wasn’t making it any easy to hear.

Her body went tense as she heard walkers were close by but what really got her was when she heard that name, his name.

“D-Daryl?!” she was quick to almost yell in the earpiece as she glanced around as if he were only a few feet behind her. “Daryl?” she called again. “Can you hear me, it’s me?!”

This was a releif at least or was it?

The rain didn't matter, the aching in her muscles didn't matter, or the fact that some very weird shit was going on. The love of her life was there with her, her rock, the only home she could always count on. She smiled at his concern, nodding as he checked her over. "I'm fine," she assured him. "Just sore, no permanent damage." If there had been something serious, she would have told him without hesitation. There were too many things that could go wrong if injuries were brushed off as minor when they weren't, and she wasn't foolish enough to consider doing that.

But the way he was talking, it sounded like none of this was a big surprise to him. That meant he'd been there long enough to adjust and accept things. How was that possible, though? It hadn't been that long since she'd seen him, it didn't make sense. Daryl was there, though. That was good, at least they knew someone else was alright. And having other people was good too - if they were with Glenn and Daryl, that meant they were good and trustworthy, and they needed that badly if they were going to make it out of this situation.

Pulling back enough to reach into her backpack, she fished around a bit, watching as Glenn activated his earpiece while she found her own. A few seconds later, she was slipping it into place.

The answer to his other question answers that, too. Obviously someone capable of ripping a tree out of the ground could do something like shape a piece of metal. Which means... she's strong. Really strong. He might want to try to not piss her off, at least until he can arm himself more decently.

"Alright then." More efficient? Well, he'd like to see that. And looks like he probably will. He knows better than to doubt someone with a living tentacle catsuit or whatever.

He gets a bowlful of water and returns to the fire, pouring it where she'd left off, then goes to get more, again and again. He's moving more quickly now, surprisingly easily considered the weight he's carrying, though not quite on supernatural levels. More like someone with extensive physical training.

...holy shit what the hell was that.

"Voooooi, don't throw out your back!" is the wittiest response he can manage while watching this... quite unbelievable display of technology and, apparently, superpowers.

With his lithe frame, he's able to bustle along pretty quickly, and she's grateful for that. His strength easily grants them the time they need.

"We will be fine." She assures him and starts back towards the edge of the fire. She aimed the smaller hose at the base of the fire and sweep back and forth in short bursts like you would a fire extinguisher. The jet of water is narrow, but powerful. By the time she's exhausted all the water in the makeshift pump, the fire is mostly under control around the ship. There was still a bit of a forest fire to deal with, but nothing that would reach the jet fuel.

Scorn drops to her knees, the contraption on her arm falls to pieces beside her and the purple suit melts away from her face.

"Thank you. We--I'm grateful for your help."

Well. Looks like he was lucky to run into her. There's no way Squalo would've managed to construct what essentially served as a portable fire hydrant. Frankly, he's more concerned about the forest than the ship blowing up, though he supposes pieces of it might still be useful -- but they can probably spare a moment or two before tackling it.

There are more concerning matters. He doesn't bother fighting the urge to lean back.

"Hey, whoa. You've got a face."

You're welcome?

She looks up to him and--is that? Yes, yes it might just be the barest hint of a smile on her lips.

"That I do." Tanis pulls herself out of the mud, that somehow manages not to cling to her purple getup, and rises back to her feet. "I'm Dr. Nieves. Tanis. This..." She touches her arm and the purple suit seems to move, swirling the wisps of metal around to caress her hand in response. "is a very complicated story. But there are two of us here, and we can't be separated." She did offer to clear up the 'we' issue, not that that answer probably explained too much.

"There's a radio on the shuttle that looks salvageable. It appears that someone has already been in the process of doing so, actually. It could be the key to finding out what's going on." This is possibly be most she's spoken in a while. How quickly she grew unused to speaking when bonded with a telepathic alien parasite.

She has every intention of putting out the other fires, but without the accelerant to feed them, in this rain, they shouldn't spread too far or too quickly.

The earpiece was set to ask Carol to input her name so it could connect her to the network. Once she did, her voice came through loud and clear and Daryl found himself staring off into the jungle in a state of shock.

"Carol?" he croaked out, voice soft but still rough from surprise. "You in one of them downed ships?"

"Maggie? Maggie came down in one of them? Shit. Okay. Get her and get back here as fast as you can. The hail's doing us no good. Making too much noise. The gates are getting hammered. We're sending ropes over further down the wall to get people inside without drawing the walker's attention, but we need all the hands we can to hold this thing."

Edited 2016-03-02 23:40 (UTC)

A soft smile gently spread across her lips as she heard Daryl’s voice. She closed her eyes and let out a small sigh of relief. At least now she wasn’t fully alone but she still had questions. Just exactly where was she and how had she gotten here? Had the same exact people taken Daryl as well? His question was enough to make her forget about her own questions as she glanced around slightly.

A ship?

“Is that what in the hell this thing is?” she asked as her hand went out to brush along the glass once again. She then glanced around once more, taking in the pod before she glanced back out the window. She couldn’t see much due to the heavy storm and it didn’t sound all too friendly out there.

She then pressed her hand along the glass, before fumbling around a little more to see if maybe she could get the damn thing open.

“What in the hell is this?”

"Yeah," he answered, still trying to shake himself out of his shock. "It... it's a ship. It's uh... Stay inside it. There are walkers out there and if the bag you got left is anything like most of the ones we found, you ain't got anything to take them out with. I'll come to you."

Daryl called to one of the others watching the gates in the rain and told them he was going out before dropping down a rope set up for that purpose. He had a knife on him and with the rain and hail drawing most of the walkers towards the city, he felt safe enough.

"I know roughly where two of those smaller pods came down, can you get a look out the window? Tell me what you see?"

He'd check both sites if he had to. But it would easier if he could get to her right away. Further explanations could come after her answer.

She wasn't liking what Daryl was telling her at all. Had who ever had taken her must have taken her weapon? That shouldn't have came as a surprise but that didn't mean she liked it. She glanced back at the window the moment she said something about walkers, her hand went up to gently wipe away some of the fog along the window as she tried her best to glance out.

"Rain, I just see rain" she muttered back lowly before she glanced around once again.

"I'm not much on waiting, I can try to get out by myself" she called back to him.

Daryl moved quickly through the forest. Both ships had dropped down at least a half-hour's run (if not further) from the city. It was hard to judge with the downpour.

When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. He had to keep it low just in case, "Safer to stay in there and let me get to you. Drier, too. I'm already on my way."

Though he couldn't exactly stop her from climbing out if she wanted to. He just hoped she stayed put.

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