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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[mulletrock]

Shit, Sam, they're everywhere! [Hiding behind a turned over car won't do them much good forever. Dean sloppily empties the salt rounds he's used to shooting with and packs bullets into the magazine of his gun before slamming it in and pulling the clip.] Got any bright ideas?

[upstairsbrain]

[Sam follows suit once his weapon has fully unloaded on their enemies, half-turning to Dean as he works with the gun in his hands.] I did, remember? But nothing's working.

[He fires a few of the salt rounds into the approaching zombies. The undead had attacked them shortly after their arrival, not giving them very much time to focus on the cryptic "you aren't real" message.]

So, what do we think? Croatoan?

[His expression is scrunched up, bewildered. Because this isn't like anything they've experienced, not really.]

[mulletrock]

You better think of somethin' new. We're runnin' out of ammo and you're shootin' rounds that are pretty much useless.

[Dean grabs the bullet box in the pocket of his canvas jacket and shoves the rest at Sam. He's not gonna risk him and salt isn't a deterrent for these things.

The bastards were getting closer. Dean leans over the car and brains a few but that only gets the attention of some others.]

Nah, this isn't Croatoan. Those things had a mind of their own. At least for a while. These things are flesh hungry killers. The Croats wanted to expand, remember?

[Dean leans over the car and checks for a way out on all sides. They might be able to get somewhere through the back alley way on their right but that's only if it wasn't packed with these meat heads too.]

First thing's first we need a way out. There's too many of 'em t'go toe to toe. When we get to higher ground then we can start research on what the hell these things are.

[upstairsbrain]

Yeah. [Right, that was true. And he had come so close to being one of them. Sam grimaces at the thought, taking the more useful bullets and cramming them in before firing a few off at their undead enemies.] These are more standard... stereotypical. [Unfortunately? It seemed pretty bad, from where he was standing. But, they'd make it through. They always did.

So, a way out. Between shots, Sam casts a quick glance around, eyes scouring their surroundings for some kind of safe haven. There are more than enough buildings around, though some of them clearly house a few meandering zombies. He can see them through the empty windows, skulking around without purpose.]

Seems like we'll just have to make a break for it. Pick a place, hold it down, make sure we're alone in there.

[Alone meaning sans zombies, of course. If there were others fighting for their lives, that might be a help.]

[mulletrock]

Alleyway's pretty small.

[Dean glances over his shoulder and tries to wrench his neck at an angle where he can see down the darkly lit path for a better look.]

We could also car jack if the street on the other side is clearer. Find some place with actual civilization.

[upstairsbrain]

That's the plan I'd go with. [Sam mutters, glancing in the direction of a car that's been smashed to pieces. He doesn't mention the Impala, of course, as it didn't make this odd journey with them.]

That is, if there is any... 'actual civilization' left.

[It was pessimistic, but they had to consider all options of their new reality.]

[mulletrock]

Yeah, I'm holdin' out hope. We're screwed if there isn't.

[It's too bad Cas wasn't here they could just angel bus right out of this place.

Dean caps another one between the eyes and makes his way toward the alley, fingers tight around Sam's sleeve pulling him along so they don't lose each other.]

Do you remember anything before showing up here?

[He has to ask because the last thing he remembers is facing down War.

As far he knows there's nothing that explains why they suddenly showed up in the middle of hell.]