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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Re: elena gilbert ; the vampire diaries

[speculates]

[ Right. Walking corpses. Scientifically speaking, this was impossible...wasn't it? Though said impossibility was currently directing its hideously rotting state towards him, and the girl he's just managed to come across.

His deductions won't help him here, but the gun he's had in his hand right now might.

But if his count was right, which it was, he's only had two bullets left, and the more of those things popping up and lumbering towards them.

Oh. And he had this teenager to watch out for. Turning on his heels to face her.]We're going to have to run.

[ the unasked question is: can you keep up?]

(OOC; oh hey :'D it's nadya!)

hi!!

[risks]

[ elena had picked up a few things before this moment: including something of a nasty knife she'd seen the likes of countless times in alaric's weapons. this one was grimy, old, and certainly did not shine after the second time she ended up impaling a zombie through the head with it.

right now, she's never held onto anything tighter.

still, running was their only option at this point, and elena didn't particularly want to stick around. her eyes dart up and down the street, the boarded and crumbling buildings, searching for a way. she can keep up. but: ] Okay, where?

hulllooo! :')

[speculates]

[ pale eyes dart right and left even before she asks the question. there's a frown marring his face, his own grip on the cold frame of his handgun tightening.

a blink. the building to the left? no. too old, decrepit, with too much open space. another blink. to the right? it's a long sprint to the building, but its structure seemed more solid. and they could then maneuver the rooftops, if necessary. the buildings straight? not their best shot.

a breath. it's not the best analisys, but it's the best one he can do with the shortening time. so he points right. ] The warehouse there.

[ his hand is already travelling to get a hold on her forearm, if only to direct her, quickly, sharply, to the right way.

the next word is barked out just as briskly: ] Run.

[ they need to put as much space between them and those corpses as possible. that was their top priority. any form of conversation, all deductions, will come later.]