trans_9 | ZOMBIE POD POP! (zompop?)

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: First, read *HERE*. Then, once you've read the overall plan, post your character into the main thread establishing them as being podpopped, and reacting to the oncoming zombie horde (since there is no Stacy replies to comment to, it will all be one thread, instead of individual threads). This can include fighting and/or fleeing if you want. Eventually, volunteers from Team Left Behind will rush in and save the day. Obviously, since there's no time for it while fighting for your lives against zombies, this podpop won't get the whole ||You have been Chosen|| speech from Stacy, so they'll have to get their answers (and pants) later.]

||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.

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There was nothing. You were going about your normal life, then there was a bright light, and then? Nothing.

Then the world lurches.

The chamber here is humid.

Actually, "chamber" isn't quite accurate. You're in a cavern, half-lit by an eerie greenish light, going on and on as far as the eye can see. The light is coming from what can only be described as pods, glistening, round greenish-yellow things, glowing with a pale inner light, outlining human -- and not quite human -- forms. Each is rooted to the floor, to the walls, with something black, twisted, and unidentifiable.

They line the walls of the cavern, go up in maddeningly high columns, curling and corkscrewing up into the darkness, until the light from them is like that of the stars, glowing pale and mournful in clusters in the darkness above. Twisted walkways and stairs crisscross, traverse the platforms in front of the pods, wending their way back and forth, up and down through the chamber.

You just came from one of those pods, broke free like a butterfly from a (slimy, nasty) chrysalis.

Now you stand alone but not quite alone, naked, not knowing how you got there, who took you, or why you were taken.

As your body heats up again, you realize the air is warm -- just a few degrees too warm to be comfortable -- and muggy; it smells acrid and organic, like freshly spilt blood and sweat. Your mouth tastes of salt.

The floors are pulsing under your feet, throbbing...

Wherever you are, this entire place...is alive.

Oh, and also you're naked and covered in alien snot.

And this is the point everything goes to hell.

You see, not too long ago, a psychopathic AI unleashed a horde of zombies on this ship, and now they were making their way to these very caverns, eager to eat the flesh off your bones.

Less than a minute after you've been plopped from out of your pod, you hear the sounds of the ravening undead horde making their way through the tunnels towards you, and it's pretty damn obvious what they're looking for.

Ready or not, here they come.

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Raiden slid out of the pod, slime dripping from his limbs. There was a moment when he stood stock still, letting his eyes grow accustomed to his surroundings. The moaning and shuffling reached his ears, and he faded back into the shadows, ignoring his nakedness. This had happened before. He didn't know why, but he'd get his armor back later.

Then he saw the woman. Or more accurately, the three zombies stalking silently up behind the woman. Hm. Silent zombies? That was new. Blurring from shadow to shadow, he leaped out at the creatures, grabbing the first two by the back of the head and mashing their skulls against the fleshy floor with a sickening crack. The zombies stopped moving.

Whirling he whipped a kick at the last zombie, another sickening crack, and it fell to the floor, head at a strange angle. He kept his back faced to the woman, eyes scanning the area for more of them.

A lot more of them. Damn it. This was like a bad horror movie. Zombies weren't even supposed to be real.

Not turning around he spoke to her. "Stick close. Watch each other's backs." At least until they could find weapons.

The crack and hiss were heard in her mind six seconds before the pop broke. A sickening feeling of deja vu wrenched her stomach as a white haired woman fell forward, nude, slime covered body hitting the floor with a thud.

"....fuck. Not again..."

With a series of curses she pushed herself up and looked around. Things were not as calm and orderly as the last time she'd been hatched out like this. Moans, shambling creatures, biting .."You gotta be fucking kidding..."

Rose threw a vicious punch which sent one undead stumbling backward. To her right a dark haired woman, recently hatched like herself, looked like she was coping less well. Rose grabbed the arm of the zombie staggering toward the woman, twisted her body and used a hip throw to send it against three of it's fellows and give them some breathing room.

"Hey, you ok?" She asked, one brilliant blue eye giving the woman a cursory once over while watching the regrouping of undead, as yet she hadn't much noticed the other man.

Almost getting the jump from two sneaking zombies. Proved how good of an agent she was. Not like the situation was any less ridiculous, but seriously silent zombies. Maybe Umbrella would have had less trouble if they were able to come up with something as stupid as that.

"Thanks." Now that was something rare, Ada actually showing some kind of gratitude. There was little to no choice in the matter anyway. Either get along with someone able to take these things down or be left without any means for defense. Her back against the stranger left little room for her usual set of kicks and acrobatics. So there wasn't the usual impact when Ada high kicked an approaching zombie underneath the chin, throwing its head backwards and easily snapping the neck with a sickening crack.

Another save by another stranger, this time a woman. Ada was starting to look bad in comparison. "I've been better." This wouldn't last long the way it was going. Surviving Raccoon and the Los Illuminados Incidents.

Grabbing another zombie, he snapped its neck, picking it up and easily flinging it at a large group of them. That would buy them a little time, but at the rate the things were coming, the women would tire sooner or later. And cyborg though he was, he couldn't go on like this forever.

He still didn't turn to look at the women, acknowledging the one who'd just joined them with a quick nod. "We need to get to higher ground. It'll be easier if we stay close don't let them between us."

Working in a group wasn't something he was familiar with. He performed much better alone after all. ut he could adapt. And it wasn't his way to hide in the shadows and pick these things off, leaving people to die in the process.

"Right, you seem to be doing well enough, you take point, cut us a path." She turned to Ada, "You hold the middle, watch his back and mine, I'll bring up the rear, keep our six clear. Sound workable?"

Rose broke away to send another pair of zombies backward away from them. As yet her Titan training held, she was using defense only, not killing these people. And they said she was just like her father..HA.

Working with a partner was uncommon enough for Ada, when she actually had no other choice. Working with two other people was just the bonus to the day she needed. All there needed to be was a Tyrant monster and the circle would be completed. Yet again, Ada reanalyzed her situation. The only way to get out of this would be cooperation, no matter how much Ada detested getting ordered by people whose names she didn't know.

Although this could work in her benefit. As long as they didn't know all the unnecessary information about her, Ada could have possible future contacts. That is if their performances met with her standards.

The swath of destruction among the zombies was sudden, and not expected. Peter made his way through, only saying one thing as he expended his energy.

" RUN! NOW!" The push was wearing him down, whether he'd admit it or not.

Leaping into action, Raiden was already one step ahead of Rose. When she said 'cut us a path' he'd jumped forward, curling his body into a somersault before lashing out with his legs, kicking two zombies far out of the way. Dropping to the ground, he quickly grabbed another one of the infected, ripping it's arm out of its socket easily, a sickening tearing sound coming from the thing. It didn't even seem to feel the pain.

Now armed, after a fashion, he charged into the fray, swinging the arm with the same proficiency with which he wielded his sword.

"Move!" He called back at the two women. The gap wasn't going to stay open for long.

That man had the right idea. If they kept moving they'd be less of a target. Hopefully.

"Now that is..fuck it." No time for punning and quips, Rose pushed her way in behind energy boy, nice view thanks. She ushered the other woman ahead of her. After all she was still a hero, that was what they did.

"Where the hell is Kon when I need him?" She muttered in a soft low growl, yeah Amazon Barbie's Superboytoy would come in handy right about now, actually in this instance Rose wouldn't even gripe about the barbie herself.

But here and now was a prime concern. Get the civvies up and out, make sure people were safe. Hopefully they could get up far enough to get to the ..shit!! "Upper level, top of the stairs! If we can get there the weapon stores should be there! Move!"

Did everyone in this place have to be in heroics mode? It hurt to actually have to be indebted to people like this. As soon as she found some kind of weapon would be a very good time to make her leave. Of course getting through would be a tad more difficult, but at least Ada would have the freedom to move on her own way. Being ordered was getting old incredibly fast.

So Ada acted like the good girl and quickly made her way through the gap Raiden made. Not mentioning the completely ridiculous method he chose to do so with. Of course nothing could ever be as easy as that, with one of the infected making a lunge toward Ada. With perfect reaction time as always, Ada quickly kneed the zombie in the chest to force its head down, and snapped it's neck before it had time to get a taste of her. Since a bullet to the brain was out of the question, severing the spinal column would have to suffice.

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