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i . INFECTION.

• 1. YOU ARE INFECTED. It could be days, hours, or even minutes before you turn. Do you keep it to yourself and pray for a cure? Or do you hand your weapon over and trust your friend to put you down before you can hurt anyone else.
• 2. YOU KNOW. At least, you're pretty sure. They've been getting thinner, weaker, and the temperature that they're running can't be good. How do you proceed?
• 3. THEY'RE STILL HUMAN. These zombies are still people, you're the only one that sees it. You just can't take the killing anymore. Or maybe you just want to KILL THEM ALL. You're sick of these things. They're already dead, there's nothing human left in those eyes - you're a zombie killing machine.
• 4. IT'S YOU OR ME. There's no way the two of you can get out of here alive. Are you a good enough friend to let them go, or are you the sort to ensure that you only have to outrun them.
• 5. ABOMINATION. You've handled everything you've come across so far, but this is just wrong. Be it a baby, an animal, or a horrific mutation that grants it special powers - this one is throwing you for a loop.
• 6. NOT YOU. You recognize that one. Maybe it's a family member, a close friend, a lover, or a co-worker - you know who they are. Do you have the strength to do what needs to be done?

ii . SUPPLIES.

• 1. NOTHING LEFT. You're running out of almost everything. You've only got enough to feed one person now. Do you give it up, or are you ready to kill so that you may survive?
• 2. FOOD RUN. You and your buddy are all that stands between your group and cannibalism. Better hop to it.
• 3. ROTTEN. It's sat out too long and now everything is bad. You might have eaten it before you realized how rotten it was and now you're paying the price.
• 4. STOCKED. You found the ideal hideout and you want for nothing.

iii. YOU AGAINST THE WORLD

• . YOU'VE GOT A PLAN. You can protect your team, but it might cost you your life.
• 2. IMPROVISED WEAPONRY. They're closing in and you've got to think fast.
• 3. MUTINY. You're tired of their authority. You can do a better job.
• 4. ESCAPE. That city was getting too full, you've hotwired and tricked out a vehicle and now you're getting the hell out of dodge. Any zombie causalities are completely intentional.
• 5. SURROUNDED. Your safe space isn't so safe. They're on all sides of you and you're starting to run out of ammo.
• 6. NEVER ENDING ROAD TRIP. You've been in this car for ages, everyone is getting tired, and you're not sure where a safe rest stop is.
• 7. YOU WERE IN ON IT. You're safe in the head office of EVIL INC. and nothing can go wrong. Unless that clumsy scientist knocks that vial over, or unless one of your co-workers goes mad with the guilt. Or maybe you didn't know what you were getting into, maybe you've switched sides and you two aim to fix this mess.
• 8. ONLY ONES LEFT. Everyone else is dead. You're all that's left in the world. Where do you go from here?

iv. WILDCARD.
Create your own scenario, pick one from above or mix and match!

Comments

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

[ YES. ]

What they had mistaken for a new (albeit, odd) species was now unmistakably identified as the walking, decrepit bodies of what was previously humans.

"Captain."

There was nothing he could have done differently. One of their crew had been bitten on while traveling with the landing party, beamed back to the Enterprise and taken to McCoy. From there, the infection quickly spread across the ship. He and Kirk had been rallying the remaining crew, trying to keep the disease quarantined.

"Captain I have something I must report to you immediately."

It hadn't even been a full minute yet. But Spock knew he had been compromised.

[caelus]

Jim ushered a few of the wounded, uninfected people into the mess hall, and pointed to where they should go. Both Captain and Commander had seen better days. Jim was splattered with old blood, and grime; he had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

He turns to Spock, the only logical bright spot in this---chaos. He offers a tired grin, reminiscent of his older, brasher days.

"What is it, Mr. Spock?"

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

Waiting briefly until the others were out of earshot, Spock removed his phaser from his side, flipped the barrel towards himself and offered the weapon to Jim.

"I've been infected. Please confiscate my weapon immediately. I cannot go any further."

His tone was matter-of-fact. As if he was reciting a maintenance report. Yet despite his calm, he knew what would come next. They'd both seen it. The crew would be safer if he didn't follow them.

[caelus]

Jim frowned as he removed his phaser from his belt, and then before he even had to speak, he felt himself shaking his head.

"No. No--we can figure this out. We can quarantine you. Bones--he's working on a cure."

It was infuriating how he just seemed to rattle off the information as if he were giving him the daily status reports.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

He stood in silence for a moment, considering what Jim said. But it was too risky. His ancestry made it so.

"Captain I strongly urge you to reconsider." He was talking faster now. "Seeing as I am half human, and this disease started with the human species, it is highly probable that I will start exhibiting symptoms within the next few minutes."

Symptoms was a light way of putting it.

[caelus]

"What are you going to do? Go back out there and roam the passageways and hope that Bones works it out before you're too far gone?"

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

"I was planning on doing a second pass for anyone uninfected through the zones we've come through." There wouldn't be anyone. They had been very thorough.

"And when I begin losing control of myself, I will lock myself in my quarters." Since they didn't know if the condition was permanent, Spock hadn't decided if any fatal measures were necessary after that.

[caelus]

Jim's jaw clenches as he very logically goes through his plan. It's a good plan.

"You should probably lock yourself in your quarters before all of that," he starts, a concession to defeat that this was the right thing to do. That Spock was right.

"Just in case."

A beat.

"How long have you known?" At least give him that much.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

Spock nodded, his eyes never really leaving Jim's. "Only a minute. I wanted to inform you as soon as I could, without alarming the rest of the crew."

He might not be showing it, but if was supposed to be the last time they ever saw each other, Spock wasn't ready.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to think about it. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he gasped for air and grabbed the wall. It was starting.

[caelus]

Jim moves forward, unable to reply himself as Spock near doubles over, and wraps arms around him to keep him steady. He knew he should back off.

That he should let him leave.

He couldn't.

SPOILER ALERT.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

Holding onto Jim for support, Spock steadies himself. He could feel the pain spreading steadily throughout his body.

"Captain, you must leave me. The needs of the crew outweigh the needs of one man. If you stay here, we will both die."

He looked straight into Jim's eyes as he spoke. His voice was firm as always, and his eyes intent. But Spock understood once more that Jim was risking his life to save him, just as he did in the volcano.

[caelus]

"I can't just--" Would Spock have left him in Engineering before he had passed if Jim had told him to go?

"The crew is safe where they are. I can--I can at least help you to your quarters."

If it was clear,that was. It should still be.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

A moment of silence passes as Spock stands there, lips pursed, looking at Jim. If there was no use fighting him, then the next best course of action is to get him to his quarters as quickly as possible.

"Let's go then." It wasn't too far from here.

"Thank you Jim."

[caelus]

"You'd do the same for me," he says simply, helping him out into the passageway and along the route to his First Officer's quarters.

"Not feeling bitey, are you? I mean, I usually wouldn't mind don't get me wrong, but not this kind of bitey."

It's banter to hopefully lighten the dire nature of the situation.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

"Bitey, captain?" Spock looked at Jim with the same look he's given him every time he's made a joke, unimpressed. But at least this time, Spock knew it was supposed to be a joke. "As in, do I feel the urge to bite you?"

"I should hope not Jim. I do not wish to know how you taste." Any potential double entendres not intentional.

They turned a hallway. One more stretch and they'd be there.

so sorry this is so late!

[caelus]

"You kidding me? Everyone wants a piece of me. I'm just not used to it being a literal sort of thing," he says, heading down the hall that would take them the rest of the way to Spock's quarters.

nah it's a meme thread!

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

They were nearly to the door when Spock's grip on Jim's shoulder tightened. He was having trouble breathing and his limbs began to feel stiff.

"Get me ... into the room. Quickly."

<3!

[caelus]

He felt the grip tighten and his jaw clenched. He moved faster, his arm still looped around his First Officer's middle, and once they were to the door, opened it.

"All right. Easy does it," he says, moving over towards the bed.

this is both romantic and terrifying, also, *cries* spock is about to be a zombie

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

With one hand still around Jim's shoulder for stability, Spock all but collapses onto his bed. He's lost feeling in his legs and he can quickly feel the numbness spreading to his torso.

"Captain, if this disease takes my mind and I never see you again ..."

it is /holds

[caelus]

Jim tried not to think about a comment he'd made some time ago at the start of their five year mission about one of them always watching over the other on their death bed. It seemed to keep happening though with Khan, biology that called Spock home, and now this---

Jim shook his head, not wanting to hear it, a goodbye. Hadn't enough happened to them? Hadn't they done enough to warrant some sort of---intervention? The universe, he felt, owed him one.

"You will see me again, Spock," he says, forcing himself to grin. It felt fake on his face, an unnatural stretch of muscle. "Bones is going to figure this out. You just have to hold on."

/clutches

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

Spock closed his eyes.

"Jim," he gasped, "I will always be —" But then the numbness washed over him, and Spock laid there, motionless and unconscious.

Jim. I will always be glad to have you as my friend.

But the stillness didn't last long. One by one, Spock's limbs began to twitch and when his eyes shot open, they were re-colored with a muddy, gray haze.

/wails

[caelus]

Jim stared. It was all he could do as Spock attempted to speak and only finished part of the sentence before losing consciousness. He knew what happened next. He knew he should pull himself away, that he wouldn't stay still--not for long.

His grief was clouding his judgement, he knew.

It was only when his First Officer's eyes reopened with that unnatural color that he jerked himself away, tears that had just begun to brim in his eyes slipping down his cheeks unnoticed as fear took hold.

He scrambled backward away from the bed, fumbling for phaser at his hip, and swallowed down the lump in his throat. He knew how dangerous crew members became after infection. He'd had to put a number of them down, but he didn't want to do that here.

He just needed to get out of the room and make sure Spo--it didn't follow him.

uh so I don't have a zombie spock icon...

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

A snarling sound escaped from his lips and Spock bared his teeth. His eyes looked sharp.

Seeing Jim scrambling away, he shot up from the bed, steadying himself and ready to pounce. He certainly didn't seem to recognize the phaser.

[caelus]

Jim pulled the phaser free of the holster, and held it out in front of him; aimed at Spock. He backed away towards the door. If he could get outside into the passageway before he came after him, then he had a chance to get away.

Right now, in close quarters, he wasn't liking his odds of escaping.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

After a brief glance at the phaser now pointed at him, Spock lept towards Jim. His long arms were reaching for straight for the neck.