The Zombie Apocalypse Meme

[ex_hostile376]

1. Comment with your character.
2. Find a character you want to reply to!
3. Choose or roll a scenario from the list below.
4. Comment away and have fun!

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Warning for triggers of violence and death.
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?
• 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.
• 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

• 1. 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.
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[jungiangarden]

Vladik's sleep is fitful but his dreams are peaceful. Even before the world fell apart he'd been very careful at partitioning away the parts of himself that did not need to be exposed to the world--the fear, the hatred, the rage at the people whose cruelty were the cause of many of his patients' therapy sessions. Erasing them is folly but he has them locked down tight behind the thorny hedgemaze in the darkest part of his mental world. When he needs them they will be there, but he did not need them now. What is needed is the firmest of control and anger interferes with control.

But Vladik wakes quickly. His eyes dart to the side, and he mouths the word 'zombies' without vocalizing it.

[splice_of_life]

It doesn't need to be said. The grating, awful moans makes his hair stand on end and he unconsciously slips down beside and behind the other man. He has the ability to scale walls without handholds and lift several tons over his head but Mohinder is still more Jekyll to his Hyde.

It had not been long before the end of civilization that he had foolishly injected himself with evolved human DNA and mutated his own genome. He never grew into his powers as the others.

He is still a stupidly brave but basically cowardly professor.

Gun shot wounds ring out and reverberate down to their level and he holds his breath. Not just zombies.

[jungiangarden]

Vladik rises as quietly as he can. Fortunate that it's cold enough to sleep in the coat as well as in his clothes. One hand raises, to throw up his shields if need be, but those only last so long. He'll save them for a last ditch effort.

The shots make him flinch. He points upward and looks to Mohinder, suggesting they take a peek.

[splice_of_life]

((i need to stop phone tagging. Wounds = rounds))

He really doesn't think it's a good idea and he frowns and shakes his head. What if they're outnumbered? Vladik is amazing, he really is, but if even one of the men up there get away, their little cache will be found out. It likely isn't even light yet. Mohinder doesn't whine but he really, really wants to.

[jungiangarden]

But they could die up there, whoever they are, or face an even more horrific fate. Vladik wavers, one hand clenched into a fist as he resists his charitable urges. He's got a look on his face like a dog deprived a bone.

The fates of the others rests on the food staying safe and secret, but the attackers' lives could depend on Vladik's intervention. It's hard to stay still.

[splice_of_life]

Mohinder has learned -- at least partially though his own morality often makes him forget lessons of the past -- that trusting men and women not of their little group is often incredibly risky. He sets a caramel coloured hand lightly on the other man's arm to still him and holds his eyes for a long time.

They just can't risk going up there. They can't risk helping for so many reasons. This new world requires such a hard, unfriendly hand. Mohinder shifts onto his rump beside Vladik and removes his touch. There's the sound of yelling. And then laughing. A sort of whooping. It makes his blood run cold.

[jungiangarden]

Victory or discovery? If they've found the cache... Vladik gives Mohinder another worried look. He doesn't want to step in for anything less than protecting their lives, and if they've found the food there's really only one possible recourse.

He doesn't like it. But he'll defer to Mohinder on this one.

[splice_of_life]

As skittish as the Indian is, Mohinder still does not command him to open up and do away with anyone up top. There's still a chance that the band topside is just one of those crazy maurader groups that gets pleasure out of killing the use-to-be-humans. He and Vladik have passed many encampments during their time together of zombies strung from trees or piles of trophy ears or teeth.

Mohinder sets a not-so-steady hand on the back of the other man's shoulder and gently pulls him back. He doesn't want to kill. And there's no outward sign of anyone trying to break in--

If they're quiet, the others could go away. Two more hours until sunrise. They can make it.

[jungiangarden]

Vladik's made a long, and occasionally personal study of the many defense mechanisms humans use to protect themselves from trauma. Dehumanization is a major one...of the direct enemy or of helpless civilians. It has at times been a struggle to keep himself from falling to such tactics. The number of fanged inmates behind the locked gates in Vladik's mental world has been steadily growing.

He nods, grateful for Mohinder's guidance. A little food can be sacrificed. He's sure they'll use it well. Vladik himself cannot be sacrificed.

[splice_of_life]

It's been an hour since he's heard anything and though he wants to ask Vladik if he can sense anyone alive up there, he doesn't dare open his mouth. Without speaking, without doing more than exchanging a glance, the two pile goods together for quick extraction. Without more people, they are vulnerable but it will have to do. They need to take what they can. Hide some caches. And then hide the entrance of this little place for a bigger group later. It had been the original plan all along but Mohinder is stubborn.

And Vladik seems to let him make the decisions. God help them.

Mohinder makes very quick work of shimmying up the ladder though. He forces open the hatch and looks around. There are lots of dead...but no one alive. Not yet.

"Let's hurry." He can take a very big load. Stash it up in trees or on roof tops. But they really can't stick around for more than half an hour.

[jungiangarden]

Vladik pokes his head up after him. "If you can pack everything on your own, I can hold off the horde." His headache's receded, for now. It's not so much a factor of numbers as how long he can keep his shields going. "Do you think you can do it?"

[splice_of_life]

Mohinder nods quickly. Hopefully they won't even run into any hordes...he can hope. Hope so rarely achieves anything, however, and by the time he relocates the third bundle of food and water into the satellite dish on one of the nearby homes, he can hear the groaning, whining sound of the dead. Scampering down to the ground, he runs to secure the last few caches.

[jungiangarden]

The sound of footsteps across cement and fallen metal is enough to rouse the closest of the undead. Vladik waits in the bunker, mustering his strength. Doors open in his mind. There's a time and a place for rage, and here is a good time for it--focused rage gives you power.

Vladik puts two fingers to his temple and raises his other hand. A fragment of glass, once a piece of a storefront window, slowly rises into the air. The movement attracts the attention of the zombies for a bare moment, just before the glass goes slicing through their throats. Enough speed and it's a quick decapitation, though not a clean one.

Vladik regulates his breathing and the glass swoops in for another strike. Systematic, neat, just like trimming the hedges...

[splice_of_life]

Mohinder has seen this before. Vladik. Sylar. There have been others with extraordinary telekinetic powers. That does not make it any easier to watch. He stays in a tree with ten extra large cans of tomato paste and two five-gallon jugs of water until the mess is over.