drybones | test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

___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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[Zombies. All these zombies. Castiel wasn't having a tough time with them. Not really. His skill with an angel blade is making this pretty easy. Though he would much rather keep his distance, he's doing fine.

He turns into a hallway and sees Sam in some state or another.]

Sam.

["Some state or another" is right. Having been separated from Dean, Sam isn't looking particularly good. He hasn't been bitten, but he's pretty scratched up, and looks both surprised and relieved when the angel arrives.]

Cas. [There's a quick sigh of relief, and he motions for the other to follow him into a deserted room.] When did you-- have you been here this whole time?

[Castiel is relieved that Sam doesn't appear too hurt. Well, he doesn't appear bit. That's the most important thing here. He followed Sam into the deserted room, looking around to make sure they weren't followed by the undead.]

No, I just arrived. [Pause.] Have you been here long?

[Sam seizes the opportunity to take a break, inhaling gulps of air, looking suddenly winded. He looks over at Castiel, pausing a moment before shaking his head.]

No, I... not too long. A few hours, I guess.

[With a final, heavy exhale, he straightens up again.]

What about you?

[Castiel watches Sam for a moment.]

I believe it has been the same length of time.

[Pause. Castiel reaches forward and touches his fingers to Sam's forehead. There is some healing, but it's minimal. He frowns.]

[The healing helps, and Sam inclines his head gratefully.] Thanks.

[Then, he peaks carefully out of the room, to assure that there aren't any zombies nearby. With a sigh, he turns back to the angel.]

You haven't seen Dean, have you?

[Castiel pulls his hand away, still confused. He keeps his doubts to himself though.]

No.

[Castiel checks for zombies himself as well. He can't really feel them, so he'd rather not be caught off guard.]

[Sam nods slowly, looking more and more disheartened. This was not going well at all. Between the zombies themselves, his brother's disappearance, Cas not being able to detect the presence of the undead... well, wing and a prayer, right? Almost literally, too.]

Alright. ... We'll just have to keep moving, then.

[Castiel doesn't like it either. Muted powers and walking dead with no sign of Dean? It bothered him quite a bit. His fingers tighten around his angel blade.]

Yes.

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?

[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.]

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.

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.]

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.

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.]

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.]

[ hi, this is elena gilbert. this is going to be the best introduction: while sam has his back turned to face off a few zombies and elena's been sequestered to hide against a shed, she picks up a stray shovel, clearly scared out of her wits, and gives a shambling rotbag heading right towards them both a nasty uppercut.

she's never quite seen a human's - or an anything's - head snap back like that. although she's seen plenty of snapped necks. and the thing takes a grotesque moment to gurgle out a moan and keep coming too.

so she shovel slaps it across the face again. ]

[Best introduction indeed. Sam jumps, and then whips around at the sound of the shovel crashing against one of the zombies, gun already at the ready. He doesn't quite pull the trigger, though, because he's momentarily surprised by the appearance of the girl. The girl with the shovel. He does shoot the thing when it continues to move, though, and doesn't let down his guard until Elena and her shovel have successfully beaten down the thing. And then, he drops the gun slightly, looking warily at the newcomer.]

... Uh. Good job?

[ this might be her first zombie kill. battered in head: check. doing what she had to do: check. a little shaken: check. she turns around to face sam, still holding the shovel that is definitely dripping blood and brain tissue, and she holds it slightly away from her body. elena is having some trouble with eye contact, considering all the shock. but she manages. ] Thanks. I think. Wh-who are you?

[Sam, who has too much experience with this kind of thing, can tell that the woman in front of him is shaken up. He manages some semblance of a smile, trying to be reassuring in an essentially hopeless situation.]

I'm Sam. And, you?

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test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

Sam Winchester | Supernatural

A wild Castiel appears!

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