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!

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elena gilbert ; the vampire diaries

[risks]

[bigbad]

[Goddammit, zombies suck. And Spike and Elena have gotten cut off from the group. They've barricaded themselves in a vaguely sturdy building, but they're surrounded and it doesn't look good. Spike pulls the machete from his belt and hands it to Elena.]

Here. If one gets too close to you, hack at it till it drops.

[risks]

[ elena has ... some experience with knives and daggers and stabbing, but it wasn't until today that hacking anything with a machete became a necessity for survival. (ironically.) she drops the shovel she's been sporting (it was getting dangerously heavy) and takes the machete with slightly rounded eyes and a grave nod.

glass breaks somewhere to their left; the gurgled wails suddenly louder as a rotting hand blindly grabs at nothing over the desk they pushed flush to the potential entrance moments before. somehow that more than anything jumps elena's heart into action. ] We can't stay trapped here. There was a fire escape outside. If we make it upstairs, that alley could be clear while we're drawing them in.

[bigbad]

[Spike picks up a crowbar and nods, watching the zombie hand.] Go. I'll cover your back.

[risks]

[ she hesitates leaving him there, but only for a moment, only until there's another shattering window. she backs a few steps and darts up the stairs. even though it was her idea, even though adrenaline is coursing through her and her legs tell her to run and keep running, she nearly stops at the top and goes back. but they'll be okay if she can just do her part; she has to believe that. so instead elena throws her shoulder into the nearest apartment door. her breath catches in her throat when it opens, the weak, rotted frame splintering, and she stumbles inside.

oh. :| two zombies turn to face her. ]

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.]