drybones | test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

Mellark.

[ She slaps her gun into his hand with one of hers, claps him on the shoulder with the other. ]

Don't waste it.

[ Her face is streaked with sweat and blood and grime, and normally she's not so free with her weapons, especially not one with the sentimental little hourglass carved into the grip, but there's a wound pulsing ugly pain out from her hip where one of those creatures got her, and she knows she won't be needing it much longer. ]

I heard someone radioing about a weapons cache about twenty miles north of here. You go there, you team up with whoever you can find.

[ The alley's a dead end. Natasha pushes up the lid of the heavy dumpster, straining with it, sweating and hating whatever had taken her strength away. She swings a leg up and over the side, and rolls through the gap, careful not to let the lid bang as she lowers it so as not to track the attention of the zombies that had been hot on her tail. ]

[ It's a breather, even if with this stink breathing isn't the nicest of activities. She allows herself the luxury of sitting down — almost collapsing, really — only to land on the familiar feel of a warm human body. ]

What the hell?

[ Natasha scrabbles around in the dark, trying to work out if it's alive, dead... or undead. She had better not have just trapped herself in here with a zombie. ]

[A breath escapes him through clenched teeth. If Bei Fong didn't know what to do, who the hell would? The prospect of waiting here until someone from the outside could find them was unsettling, on par with walking into a battlefield deprived of all senses.]

So we're at a dead end. Wonderful.

[ Natasha's seen a lot of weird shit in her time, both as the Black Window and not. The world is full of weird shit. Hell, she works alongside a guy who can turn into a mountain of green fury. ]

[ Still. When the girl, if it is a girl, walks into the room Natasha's currently using to disinfect and bandage up her badly sliced up arm, she can't help but do a double take. Those are definitely horns. And those teeth... Wary, she lets the bandage drop, hand going towards the gun on her belt, ready to shoot but unwilling to waste valuable bullets on a potential ally. ]

State your intention.

[ where did you even find the time to read all that crap while being pursued by flesh eating zombies, orihime... regardless, after facing a minor existential crisis, he promptly decided not to think too hard about it at all. they were manga characters? from jump no less?

well, if there was a magazine he'd want to be from, it was jump, he supposed... ]

This isn't about me! [ are you callin' him stupid?

he totally is stupid, but you can't just call him that. well, no, maybe you can, but he'll still act peevish about it. ]

[Steve watches Tony, silent for a few long moments. There had been plenty of times he hadn't believed the world he'd woken up in was real. That waking up from the ice had just been some horrible dream and he'd wake up at any moment. He'd be on time for his date with Peggy and have a life that didn't include aliens or norse legends.]

If we're just someone's creation, we wouldn't be able to exist in the real world. People don't just come off the pages of a book and decide they don't want to be fake anymore. I don't care what anyone says. We're real. Our home is real.

[He frowns at the phones; Steve could care less how sophisticated Tony's looked. They both made calls.]

I don't use them but I know the general idea. Would anything keep him from being on your phone?

[The bottle is caught in one hand without a single glance directed to it. Her expression indeed says it all. Tahno can hardly bear to watch the sad flame flicker out of a dismal existence and casts his gaze downward soon after. The look on his face closely mirrors hers and if she were to guess that it told the same story, she wouldn't be wrong.

He deliberates for a brief eternity on what to say but nothing remotely helpful comes to mind. Finally, he speaks just to break the silence.]

Hey. Let's find some way to go. And it's gotta be a way neither of us came from, because the chick who was following me? Wasn't pretty.

[She doesn't miss that- and frankly, she's none too pleased either.]

Could be worse. Could be much worse, and complaining isn't going to do either of us any good. Now- you can at least fight, right?

[He raises his shield on instinct when he catches movement, thankfully to protect rather than throw and is relieved to find it's not only a friendly, but actually someone he knows.]

Barton--

[Steve jumps forward on instinct and tries to catch the other man before he can collapse completely. They can't stay here; the priority is always somewhere safe.]

What happened? How bad is it?

[She doesn't want to admit that there's a city anywhere that can contain her, but for the time being it does seem that they are all trapped. If not by the brick wall surrounding the small city, then by the poor excuses for creatures that wander and attack those that are not able to defend themselves.

Hanna is not one of those people.

She stalks through the streets, fighting the gathered zombies simply for the sake of staying busy and clearing away enemies. She's of the mindset that she can't rest until the playing field is clear, until all enemies are disposed of.

It's on one of her sweeps from one end of the block to the other that she catches sight of another head of blonde hair, and it causes Hanna to stop in her tracks. The machete she had located in one of the abandoned buildings is held at her side, and her head tips to the side so she can take on a less intimidating pose of curiosity rather than a predator examining their surroundings. This other girl is young, only a child. She swallows, attempting to mask her German accent so she can clearly speak.]

It is not safe here. [She points over to a nearby building with her machete.]

It is advisable to take shelter immediately.

[ He can't go fast. He can't tear through the streets and leave a streak black in his wake. When these zombies come, he can't just grab the twerp or vibrate fast enough to make them explode. It sucks. He's drumming his fingers rapidly against the cracked table, bouncing his leg to the shaky tune of Highway to Hell and leaning back every so often to check the windows, the door, anything that could be a possible entrance for the undead. ]

What? [ Wha- oh. ] Okay. Cool. I'm not hungry.

[It's late at night, and Hanna is busying herself with exploring her surroundings. It is important to become familiar with them, to memorize them in case an escape is possible.

However, her exploration mission is cut short by a zombie attack. It has taken no time at all for Hanna to realize the brain is the key to defeating these particular enemies, and with her newly found machete in hand she is hacking and chopping her way through the undead crowd.

As one advances upon her, she drops to the ground and scurries her way through the hoard on hands and knees, picking herself up to run as soon as she is free. She rounds a nearby corner and clips the shoulder of the man there.

She is stunned she hadn't noticed him, and simply stares up at him for a moment, before glancing over her shoulder at the creatures she left behind.]

I would not go that way. There could be no promise that you would be safe if you did.

I have seen dwellings in the distance.

[He points and through the brush, there lies the tell tale signs of buildings. Loki's thoughts was upon what options they had, how long he wagered they could go without supplies. It was a grim thought.

He gazed at Thor's arms and wondered.]

[Hanna is perched on the edge of a rooftop, observing the area around her. She's seen quite a few people in her short time here, some she allows herself to speak to, others she simply is content to observe. After hours of running and fighting her way through hoards of creatures she has never seen before, she is winded and needs to rest, but can't allow herself to do so without the pretense of doing something useful to survival.

So perching and observing it is, at least for now.

She takes notice of a woman on the street down below, and watches her with curiosity. She glances up to take notice of a flock of the undead creatures a block away, and gives a soft whistle to draw the woman's attention in to her.]

Indeed there is, Captain but you are not privy to that information.

[There's a slight snarl to those words, Loki's face twisting into a frown. You touched a nerve Captain. Don't do it again.]

Perfectly clear.

[Billy watches his twin for a moment, inwardly sighing; he can understand Tommy's frustration, because he's feeling it just as much. Being helpless is not something he'd ever wanted to experience again since gaining his powers. He'd felt it too often in school.

He nudges the extra chair out from the table and slides the bowl over to Tommy anyway, reaching out to grab Tommy's hand to make him stop. He doubts the touch will last, but any more of that twitching is going to drive him insane.]

Stop it, you'll just wear yourself out. And I don't care if you say you're not hungry- [Because you are, you liar-] Eat it anyway. We can't waste it.

[well he's only six foot something, it's not that bad. but the wideness, man, dude's built like a truck.

but that's right, let's pay attention to other, more important things. it looks like someone went to town on him with a knife, mostly on his arms and legs. by the by, the left arm ends at the elbow, just... getting that out there.]

Probably overdid it out there. [and kerplunk, down he goes onto the chair. really, he won't eat it. or her. it's okay.]

[Hanna is injured. Not from one of the undead creatures that are attacking the small city they're trapped in, but from her own ignorance and recklessness. She's used to being forced to survive in extreme circumstances, in various environments, but during her training growing up she's always been allowed time to rest. Here, she doesn't get that luxury and it leaves her judgment calls not quite up to par.

So a jump down from a roof doesn't end in a proper tuck and roll, and her leg ends up scraping along the blade of the machete she is carrying. She refuses to cry out in pain and only gives out a soft gasp of air, and glances up to look around her.

She's surprised to see a woman there, and despite the pain in her leg she grips hold of the machete and takes on a defensive pose. From behind her, she can hear the telltale sounds of the undead closing in upon them. Her eyes widen, and she attempts to scramble up to her feet.]

Sometimes there is no shame in running. [This is said for her own benefit, but doesn't think it will hurt the stranger to hear it as well.]

[For the first time since waking up here, Hanna is allowing herself to take cover and rest. She feels weak and useless doing so while she still is trapped and still has no idea how to get out, but she knows that her body will give out if she doesn't rest. She slips into a building and presses her body up against the first wall she reaches, sliding down until she's sitting.

She wants to cry. The past week of her life has been nothing but turmoil and filled with revelations she doesn't want to process and understand, and now this is happening. None of this makes sense, particularly the part where she is supposed to be fictional.

She feels her emotions beginning to get the best of her, and she thumps her head back against the wall. Several deep breaths are taken in and out, and it is then that she allows herself to look around the room.

And she isn't alone. There's a boy in the room with her. She sits up straight, eyes going wide as she stares over at him. He doesn't look as if he'll harm her, but she knows that appearances can be deceiving.]

If you were wanting privacy, you should go elsewhere. [Because now that she's sitting down, she isn't sure that she can get back up and move.]

Say the word.

[ Loki pivots to take down the closest shambler behind them. He was ready as he'll ever be, but he was curious about the quiver. He'll ask about that later.]

[Waking up in a laboratory with electricity and lights and a cell phone was new, yeah, but the surroundings sure looked the exactly the damn same. Always good to know the world you were livin' in that went to shit before was all fiction, only to wake up to the 'reality' of the same freakish nightmare. If it was supposed to be funny, he sure wasn't laughing.]

[The only good thing about it was he was prepared. His crossbow was something never out of his reach, especially now, and he damn near unleashes an arrow into the chick's face on reflex. He looks stunned for all of a half second, then leans over, squinting into the darkness. He could hear 'em better than he could see them, but they were there and that was the only thing that mattered.]

[Why was it that he always picked up stragglers. Here, there, didn't matter.]

Fair 'nough. This way, then. Hurry up an' don't fall behind, you got me?

[Hanna comes skidding around a corner, clipping the entire left side of her body on the edge of the building. It's her left hand that has hold of a machete and the force of the hit causes her to drop the weapon, and she is left scrambling to swoop it up and get moving once again. She's attempting to escape a particularly large and fast group of the undead, not because she's afraid but because she's attempting to find a better vantage point.

As she makes her way into a more open area of the street, she takes notice that she is not alone, and gives out a sigh. Yet another person she's run into here. She doesn't feel the need to protect any of these people, but she does understand human interaction well enough now to know a warning is generally desired for those that could be considered normal or innocent.

And this woman standing here most definitely appears to be innocent and normal.]

Do not go that way. [Her German accent comes out thicker than she intends as she rushes out the words, and she spins around to face the approaching crowd of enemies.]

Run. Run and don't look back. Go.

[ He lets the touch linger for a second before brushing it off, grabbing the broth and kicking back. His leg doesn't stop bouncing and he's tapping the spoon against the bowl to the same beat now. ]

Alright mom, don't worry I'm not planning on pouring it out the window. [ It really sucks. This sort of trapped feeling. He checks out the window again, shrugging before shoving a spoonful into his mouth. ]

[Is he attempting to give her a command?

She hesitates, and considers opening her mouth to respond. She was going this way on her own, after all. She doesn't need anyone to follow. But arguing over a simple fact is childish and pointless, so she holds in her thoughts on the matter and hurries along after him.]

I have never seen a bow like that one. [It is said with appreciation, since she's skilled with a regular bow but can see the use in having one like his.]

test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

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Hanna Heller | Hanna

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