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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-11-01 07:50 pm

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.

--


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.

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Dean nodded and went ahead, looking to the side what kind of company he was getting. He was missing his brother, Cas, Bobby, *somebody* useful for a hunt or a fight. And granted naked melee fighting with zombies was about as badass as you can get, it's also pretty damn stupid to let them get that close to you.

Still he was already punching and kicking zombies efficiently, also trying to snap a few necks if he could.

[identity profile] mammalrobot.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Jogging to the front, Robo just started wading through the zombies, attacking them with great sweeps of his arms and pushing them off of the path and down the spire. He was going to need a shower (or at least to be hosed off) when this was done, but in the mean time he was making a lot of progress.

[identity profile] hero-medic.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Peter created his swath of destruction, moving back to Robo in less than a second. He eyed the robot quickly, then patted him on the shoulder, an acknowledgement of friendship. Where Peter was from, you took what help you could get in overwhelming odds.

"You keep the path open. I'm going back for the others." He said before blurring off.

[identity profile] ghost-bait.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," Miku replies breathlessly as she and Tess move with the others. If nothing, it was sincere and honest and she knew she would have to be just the same kind and polite person she was normally if they were going to survive this, but...

...but...

But the sound of squelching bodies and tearing skin did very, very little to erase the greenish cast her already-quite-pale face was taking on. "After this, please let me get your name."

[identity profile] bornintherain.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
Letting the speedsters handle the front and clearing the path, Raiden took it upon himself to keep the zombies off them long enough for them to get away. He didn't know if he was immune to the bites, but he really didn't want to find out.

Swinging his 'sword' in blurring arcs, he ducked under sweeping arms, breaking legs, stabbing through skulls, ripping limps off. Anything the would immobilize the creatures long enough for the people to get away. Jumping in front of a straggler, he threw a solid punch, shattering a zombie's cheek and sending it whirling into a group of others.

"Join the group. Being alone isn't a good idea out here."

[identity profile] lightspeed-attk.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"It's Sonic. You are?" The cerulean hedgehog had just popped into the middle of the conversation, true to his own impulsive nature. He didn't know what all was going on, but he knew that he was about to get the chance to play hero again, and that was a role Sonic never tired of. He patted Miku on the back, grinning.

"Don't worry; you guys have here!" he said reassuringly. Pausing a moment, he then turned and jabbed a thumb towards Shadow.

"Oh, and the Angsthog can help. A little."

[identity profile] posthumoushonor.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
Add Adam to the list of people who wound up spit up naked from one of the alien pods and not being terribly happy about it. To his credit, he seemed to handle it better than others, keeping his wits about him (even as he fumbled to cover himself up as his sense of modesty caught up with him).

But whatever composure and modesty had been restored following his pod opening was forgotten when he saw what was going on: people. Well, some were people. Others looked more like corpses, and whatever the corpses were, they seemed to have nothing but ill-intent for the slimy, naked people. If Adam had to wager a guess, he was on team slimy-and-naked. Call it a hunch.

"I need a status report!" he shouted, his military training overriding any sense of panic that may have been welling up within him.

[identity profile] bornintherain.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
Grabbing the new arrival by the back of his neck, Raiden forced Adam's head down whirling to kick the zombie away from them both. Another one went down with a swing of the cyborg's bone-sword and he pushed the man into the clear area the others had managed to form for the moment.

"This isn't your battlefield. Unless you can fight these things barehanded without getting bitten, keep your head down and move with the others. There are no officers here. Your only job is to stay alive long-" He cut off abruptly to jump backward, both legs coming up to kick an attacking zombie in the chest and send it flying impossibly far away.

"Your only job is to stay alive long enough for us to figure out what the hell is going on here. Now move." He pointed to the retreating survivors, I've got this.

[identity profile] posthumoushonor.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
Adam didn't really appreciate being manhandled by the cybernetic stranger, although already he was filing this away on his list of interesting life experiences. Something to tell recruits while getting very very drunk after he managed to survive this somehow. But more than anything, he didn't like this cocky upstart's tone.

"Looks a hell of a lot like a battlefield to me," Adam noted, his cool tone at odds with the fact that he had just grabbed a zombie that had attempted to come up behind him and flipped it over his shoulder neatly. Although his shoulder was screaming in protest for that action. Hand-to-hand was a young man's game. His kingdom for a firearm.

"If you think everyone running around here with no idea of what the hell they're doing is the way to go about things, then I'm glad you never served under me," he snarled, stomping on the zombie's head as it started to get back up. He ignored the ooze he felt under his bare foot, for the sake of his own sanity. "There are people here who are trained and have abilities that can protect those that are useless without weapons. We can maximize the survivor total if they flanked around the others and we moved as a unit."
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[identity profile] lives2annoy.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
Lumbering up to the group while picking up two zombies and bashing their heads together is a gorilla.

Yes, a gorilla. Or really, Marco in morph.

<So,> said Marco in thought-speak. <This looks like fun. Anyone know any good zombie jokes?>

[identity profile] lightspeed-attk.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
Sonic could handle telepathic gorillas. "Sure thing. Who does a zombie take to prom?" True to his ways, he was fighting off several of the creatures as he joked, knocking them away with well timed spin dashes.
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[personal profile] shroudedintent 2009-11-02 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
Dodging past the poorly aimed blow of a nearby zombie, the Sangheili warrior retaliating with a quick strike, snapping the creature's neck before tossing it back into the hoard, clearing a path to join the gathered group.

The tall alien moving quickly despite his size as he took down another of the walking dead with a crushing kick, "Not all are useless without weapons," he commented even as he joined them.

[identity profile] bornintherain.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
Knocking three zombies down, the cyborg jumped up, landing heavily on their heads, cracking the skulls open like so many watermelons. That action won them a slight reprieve from the slow moving infected. So Raiden took the moment to whirl around angrily, crushing what was left of the Zombie Adam had taken out under his feet and baring his teeth at the man. For all intents and purposes an enraged animal.

"I said it isn't your battlefield, old man." Picking up the inert body with one arm, he flung it toward the large group of zombies, knocking several of them over.

"Look. I'm the rearguard. Those are the survivors. No one has died yet. These things turn you with one bite. And unless I'm wrong, you're in no shape or age to fight them physically for long. So unless you want to be the first one turned, in which case I'll kill you myself, move toward the !^@%ing exit with the others and let me do my job!" Shoving the man out of the way, he punctured abother skull with his makeshift sword.

"I work better alone anyway. Now move before I throw you after them." Because you know he could, Adam.

The talking gorilla was a new touch, but whatever. As long as he could handle himself. Maybe if these people could keep the rear open he'd move and try to help clear a path.

Nodding quickly to the big...lizard thing he drew closer to the group. "Not all. But this old man isn't going to much use for very long. Can one of you get him the other non-combatants? He'll be safer there."
ext_823251: (Gorilla)

[identity profile] lives2annoy.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
Wait, was that a blue hedgehog?

Man, these people were weird. But hey, at least the hedgehog had a sense of humor. That other guy clearly needed to lighten up. <Hmm, the Corpse Queen? The Head of the Cheerleader? His Drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend?> Marco suggested, as the knocked off a few zombie heads with his giant fists.

[identity profile] lightspeed-attk.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah," Sonic continued, "he takes his ghoulfriend!"

[identity profile] posthumoushonor.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I never said anyone without weapons was useless. Just the opposite, in fact," Adam pointed out to the newcomer. He elbowed a zombie that was charging at him. The comments about his age didn't really hurt him. They were right, after all: his skill no longer lie in barehanded brawling. But for someone who'd already thrown his life away (or thought he had), there wasn't really anything to lose if it meant keeping people safe.

"I've got at least twenty years of experience on you," he pointed out to the cyborg. "I'll let you do your job if you trust me to do mine. If I die, it's my own problem, isn't it? And yes, if I get turned into one of these...things, feel free to tear me apart." The zombie he'd elbowed was back up. And it had a friend. He knocked their heads together unceremoniously, although with his strength (or lack thereof), it probably wouldn't do much good.
ext_823251: (Gorilla)

[identity profile] lives2annoy.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
You wouldn't have thought gorilla's could grin, but somehow Marco managed it. <Nice! Hey, I got one too. What do you call a zombie in a tuxedo?>

While he bashed a few more zombie heads - hey look, zombie braaaaaaaains! - Marco eyed the robot and the dude that kept arguing. <You know, I'm sure we'd all love to just sit back and watch you two have a hissy fit about who's alpha male and all, but how about you wait until after we finish kicking zombie butt?>

[identity profile] hugelikexbox.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Wally zips back from his defensive line at the base of the spire, decked out in a considerable amount more zombie matter than when they last saw him.

"Everyone get through okay? How far to the--" Wait, was that a telepathic gorilla? "Dammit, don't tell me Grodd is behind all this?"

It's... not exactly Gorilla Grodd's M.O., but after their last few meetings, Wally wouldn't put anything past him.
ext_823251: (Gorilla)

[identity profile] lives2annoy.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Marco paused for a moment of dramatic effect, then said, <Black, White, and Dead all over!> Feeling rather pleased with himself, he picked up a zombie and slammed them down onto the floor.

<Who the heck is Grodd?>

[identity profile] bornintherain.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The robot? Raiden would have beaten the crap out of him just for that. "Is this some kind of game to you, you juvenile moron? People will die. So I suggest you keep your smart mouth shut, and kill these things until we're safely out of here." Really, the zombies he could deal with, he just wouldn't get touched. But these inane children. People's lives were on the line and they were cracking wise? Morons. Inexperienced, juvenile morons.

Shrugging, he easily kicked a zombie out of the way, whirling a roundhouse kick over Adam's head, breaking the neck of the infected sneaking up on the man, he responded to his statement with... "Fine. Watch yourself, old man. Cause if you turn, you're a risk to these people and I'll enjoy tearing you to pieces."

Watching the assorted fighters, he had to admit, the zombies were falling further and further back, their ranks thinning, bit by bit. Good, he could go find somewhere else to help now. "You people, hold the line. If one zombie makes it past and hurts a single one of those civilians, I will personally beat the living shit out of all of you." He didn't know anyone in that group. But he'd fought hard to keep them safe, and he'd be damned if some moron would screw it up now.

With those words, he sank back into the shadows. There was a quiet thunk, and he was gone.

[identity profile] lightspeed-attk.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Man, he makes Shadow seem like a ray of sunshine. Maybe we oughta call him Mister Congeniality."

[identity profile] hugelikexbox.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow, is he a barrel of laughs!" observes Wally, watching in bafflement as the testy Raiden made with the Batman act, "Reminds me of a friend."

And, back to Marco, "You know, Grodd? Your nefarious megalomaniac former oppressor? None of this ringing any bells?"
ext_823251: (Gorilla)

[identity profile] lives2annoy.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, Marco was denied the chance to make a scathing remark to the robot, since he scarpered off. Bastard.

Marco knew all too well how people could die.

<Maybe someone changed his settings to 'jerkass',> Marco replied, sounding cheery despite his irritation. <And nope, I'm afraid none of the nefarious megalomaniac oppressors I've known were called 'Grodd'.>

[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh. She had forgotten that working with humans meant they had to do all this talking. Still, they were efficient. They were actually taking care of the corpses. This could take all day though, and Alessa wanted to get to the bottom of the mysteries surrounding her abduction into this place.

"Listen," she said to them, "If you are willing to all leave, I can take care of these things. Do not waste time worrying about it. But if you stay...you will be less than pleased, I promise you."

[identity profile] is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com 2009-11-02 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"...and here I thought the silver-haired one was the annoying one." Shadow said, rewarping in and smashing a zombie's head in. "Does anyone know if these things are still coming!?"

Leaping away, he landed near Alessa, smashing another zombie with his fist. "Enjoy this? No, I don't. But, at the very least, I'm directing my anger at something other than those who think they're higher and mightier than us." he said, answering her earlier question to him.

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