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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Peeta Mellark | The Hunger Games

[unkneaded]

[faciem_vulpes]

[Sometimes, one can get an early warning of their environment just by paying attention.

Foxface goes racing past Peeta at top speed, finally stumbling to a stop at the end of the block to look around.

Her eyes go wide, and she sprints back the way she'd come, as a zombie comes lumbering around the corner, only to find herself confronted with the one she'd been fleeing in the first place.

...which, of course, leaves her stumbling backwards towards Peeta, as the two zombies advance down the street in a pincer fashion.]

[unkneaded]

Wait!

[Peeta stops and yells out a warning, because he knows what lies in that direction. But then, what was she running from?

Oh.

He's trying to breathe and think at the same time, and it's harder than it sounds under the circumstances. There's a boarded-up window a couple of feet away, and Peeta wrestles one of the half-rotten pieces of wood free from it, holding it like a weapon.]

[faciem_vulpes]

[Foxface stumbles to a stop just behind Peeta, gaping at him.]

You idiot!

[It's dead, it's teeth are bloody, and it's not stopping. Foxface glances over at the open window - the glass is broken, not gone, but she thinks she can just squeeze through the hole under the boards...

Foxface goes to work trying to tear the boards away as well, but she's not as strong as Peeta, not by half, and she struggles even with the rotted, splintered wood. But she goes at it with the force of a desperate animal.]

[unkneaded]

[Peeta swings at air, finally just throws the board with all his strength before he's behind her, pulling at more boards to make room.]

Hurry! Get inside and hide!

[faciem_vulpes]

[Foxface dives through the open window like a fish into the water, scrambling aside immediately to make room for Peeta to follow. She never took allies, in the arena, but this...this is different. This is insane. He's stronger than her, and she needs that.]

Come on!

[unkneaded]

[Peeta looks back over his shoulder, hesitant. He could buy her more time if there was just one. But he knows that the others wouldn't just keep coming for her, not even slowing down.]

[He dives in after her, landing hard on his shoulder but quickly on his feet again.]

We have to get out of their sights!

[faciem_vulpes]

[There's one door out of the room - broken, thankfully, the door hanging off one hinge and the knob ripped out. Whatever did so might still be lurking around, of course, but a zombie punches straight through what's left of the window, its rotting flesh lacerated by the glass, and rips out one of the boards blocking its way just as easily as Peeta had. It's companion soon joins it in clearing a path.

Foxface pauses just long enough to kick open the door, and a path for Peeta. She looks back at him to make sure he still intends to follow, and then darts out into the rest of the house to search for another way out.]

[ex_spins462]

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.

[unkneaded]

[She might as well have slapped a loaf of french bread into his hand. No, at least he would've known what to do with that. Weapons were never really his thing.]

[Considering the circumstances, they might need to become his thing.]

Team up?

[Peeta looks at her, the blood and the dirt, tells himself he's seen worse. And then his eyes go lower and-]

[He's seen worse.]

I'm not leaving you behind.

[ex_spins462]

[ Natasha grimaces. ]

That's sweet, really.

[ It's patronizing. ]

I'll be fine. I'll hold them off, you make a run for it.

[ She can tell he's not big on the gun, but even if he's a civilian, he should still be able to point and shoot next time something lurches at him out of nowhere with a gaping, bloodied maw. ]