test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[jumpscare]

___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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[canisdirus]

( On most days, Robb Stark does not run—not from any battle, not from anyone—but today's not like most days, and so Robb runs anyway.

He runs until all the air has left his lungs, until his chest bursts with pain and his gasps turn desperate, and even then, he doesn't stop. There's blood in his hair and on his face, blood from the walking corpses he'd cut through before he'd been overwhelmed by a sudden mass of them, their limp, greying bodies staggering from the shadows two or three at a time, pushing Robb back step after shaky step until he had no choice but to turn and flee. He thought he'd seen the worst of it, truly, but as he races through the city, they seem to come from everywhere, slinking into sight from all around him, grabbing at his cloak and sword with broken, bloodied fingers as he swings by.

The sun set hours ago. Robb can't see where he's going, can't breathe enough to care, so when he reaches the end of the cobblestone street and turns, he barrels right into—something, a girl, nearly knocking her from her feet before he swoops forward reflexively, grabbing her shoulder to steady her. In his panic, he nearly mistakes her for one of the corpses he's running from, but then he sees her face, her clear, blue eyes and smooth skin, and for a second, that panic fades and Robb thinks, I know you.

Instinct rushes to him, then, and Robb's hand finds her elbow—because whether he truly knows her or not, she's alive and so is he, and he won't leave her. ) With me, now.

[songsandstories]

[She knew she needed some out. She wasn't at hopeless as she once was, though she didn't have any way of fighting them off. So she couldn't look at it like that.

Her surroundings. She studied them, knowing she had a few seconds before they closed in. She was currently weaponless. Not even blunt object. There was enough room to slip out, but then she would have to make a run for it. More than she ever had.

And then she was nearly toppled over which made her try to scramble away. Until those eyes stopped her. He looked so very much like a man and not just pretending or wishing to be one. Older than she'd last seen him, but this was Robb.

She was pulled to his side, and she would not argue. It was hard to come back from that. Just wanting to pull her to him, but now was not the time and she needed Alayne's tactics.]

There is an ally on the other side of them, it runs down along the city. If we can get past this group, we could find safety there.