trans_9 | ZOMBIE POD POP! (zompop?)

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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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Well, podpoppers, as you near the exit, you hear some noises. Is it the moans and groans of the infected? Of course! Because there a ton of zombies between you, the clothing room, and the way out. And they are some hungry bastards.

But there are also other noises coming from that direction. The sound of gunfire in the distance, even a few small explosions.

Has someone sent help? Well, no. The people that are coming, they're not there to save you. They, unfortunately, don't even know that you're down there. Sure they know it's possible that there might be people down here who need saving, but if you consider how many zombies they've run into so far, the odds of them finding someone uninfected down here were becoming increasingly more remote, even for the most optimistic of them. What they do know, however, is that this is where the zombies are coming from, and that they need to shut them down at the source to give everyone else in the city a fighting chance. They're there to save them.

They can help you, sure, but there are a whole lot of zombies between you and them, and not a whole lot of light to see everything clearly. As far as they're concerned, if it's naked, covered in slime, and moving (which all of you podpoppers are), they'll shoot first and ask questions later. Judging from the noise, they're doing a whole lot of shooting, and getting closer by the second.

You might want to be careful about how you get their attention.

You may also want to look out for stray bullets.

Leon wasn't taking point for this group, content to let the more heavily armored take that role, though he was still the man in charge. Though there was just so many zombies after them, coming from all directions, that he was getting plenty to shoot at.

"Just remember to stay close, and air for their heads. Anywhere else and you're just wasting ammo, and we don't have much to spare."

Edited 2009-11-03 07:47 (UTC)

Has she reminded herself before, zombie invasions were not the time to be stingy with the powers. So Selene had told Leon what she could do and after dumping her body somewhere with someone to waking her up if something horrible went wrong and she needed to be running instead of sleeping, she came along on this mission. She could keep at least some of the zombies from going after the group by confusing their senses with the illusions.

And since not getting eaten was important and they had to kill a bunch, this seemed like a good thing.

So she was kind of floating in the group, making herself visible, though more of a phantom image at the moment. Just so they knew she was around, but for the most part, she was focused on confusing the zombies.

Not like she could physically affect things if there as a need to do something different. At least nothing that stood out to her yet.

"Trust me, I learned that lesson years ago. Though ammo's not really a problem in my case." The Middleman says, firing away.

One of the first people they would encounter is a raging beast of a man. Kazuya is covered with the blood of the zombies, and shows no signs of slowing down. In fact, he just grabbed one by the leg, and was currently using said zombie as a weapon. One full 360 degree spin, and the zombie was hurled into the oncoming attackers. He stopped to catch his breath a bit, but despite the nakedness, and the blood splattered across his body, one might catch something on his face.

A smirk.

Yes. He was enjoying this.

Alessa, on the other hand, was done actually feeling triumphant about \attacking the zombies. They were little more than pesky vermin to her, and was more than annoyed by the fact that she couldn't dispense of them in her way. The heroes and their annoying code prevented her from actually being left alone, and they were stupid enough to actually believe she was a little girl.

To be a slave to only what your eyes told you was a fairly sad state of existence indeed. Alessa was more than happy to not be a human right now.

Unfortunately, help was coming, and Alessa had an idea that she might be mistaken for a zombie given both her blood splattered appearance and her face. It wasn't as if she could look like Alessa NOW though, considering her powers would not be accessible to her in her human form.

Besides, coming at her with a gun would simply be a waste of bullets. Hopefully those humans would figure that out.

"I hate zombies!" says Grif. He's long since lost count of how many times he's said it on the way down here. As far as he's concerned, he could never see the pod caverns again in his life and be perfectly happy about it. He doesn't get why Leon had to drag him down here too, Tex or no Tex.

Dean heard the gunfire, and after twisting the neck of another zombie, he hurried his steps. Well those folks didn't look naked, and he had to be quite a sight with his anti-possession tattoo, and a big burn scar in the shape of a handprint on his left shoulder.

He kicked and punched a few more zombies out of the way before yelling, "Hey! Hey, got living people here! Guard your shots!"

Worf was busily phasering zombie heads with his Type-3 rifle when he heard the voice he spun, weapon trained on the naked, slimy, gore covered human who was doing the yelling.

"Do not move!"

Alessa looked idly in the direction of the person who;d barked his warning: a creature she had never seen before. Of course, in this place, that seemed to be some kind of staple.

"Vermin normally don't talk coherently," Alessa said. "You don't want to shoot an innocent victim, do you? Or is that your intention?"

Dream Weaver looked over at the shouting because it was definitely not a normal shouting of orders. It was a surprise shouting. 'Do not move?' 'Shoot an innocent...?'

She floated up higher, looking around further down. There was fighting that wasn't them, but it wasn't the type of zombies attacking other zombies. This wasn't random killing from those vicious zombies or the green ones making themselves grow. It was killing so they didn't get eaten.

Shit. "We got survivors down here!" She projected. Well, this got complicated. "Survivors, there are people from above here. Please make sure you're not about to attack one of us!" She added a bit louder so they heard her hopefully.

Kazuya had never seen a Klingon, but had enough experience with experimental weaponry to recognize a high-powered beam rifle when he saw one. While Worf was distracted with Dean, Kazuya decided it was time to not only ingratiate himself to some of the other survivors, but test this alien being's physical abilities.

He allowed himself two large steps before leaping into the air, aiming a powerful kick at Worf's wrists, intending to knock the weapon out of his hands.

"GAH! Watch out! We're ALIVE here!" Shadow shouted, dodging some of the flying bullets as the calvary charged in. That's when he noticed Kazuya heading for Worf. Part of him distruted the Klingon, thanks to his troubles with the Black Arms, but the fact he was part of the group tearing through the other zombies, he had to at least warn him. "You IDIOT! WATCH OUT!"

Okay, so calling the rigid-headed alien an idiot probably wasn't a good idea, but at the moment, Shadow didn't care.

"Oh, great. The cavalry's here and they didn't even have a #^&%ing clue we were down here," And some moron is trying to attack them. King groaned, rolling his head to the side before being forced to turn and back-hand a zombie. Once it was down his head snapped back to the group of survivors.

"Everyone keep low, so one of these morons doesn't accidentally shoot you!" Hopefully they were aiming mostly for heads, so if they made their heads hard to shoot, they wouldn't get killed. By bullets, anyway.

"ActuallyIgotthatcoveredguys," spurts a disembodied voice. It's almost as if somebody is flicking the bullets out of the air.

"Good," Alessa said, and the vines whipped at Kazuya, who seemed like some sort of rogue fighter. At the present time, the demon girl had very little patience for the heroics, and the last thing she wanted was to have two different people to fight: the zombies and a fight between the clothed people on the ship.

"Not necessary," she said to BOTH alien and strange man. "It's a little more important to get out of here so we can get answers, don't you think?"

Miku kept her head down and shivered. It might have been warm, too warm, in the pod caverns, but she felt genuinely cold, and scared, as their group tried fighting with someone they were obviously outclassed against. She continued to hold on to Tess, and a whimper escaped her lips. She wasn't like the rest of them, and the energy radiating off Alessa was making her more ill than the sound of them killing the zombies barehanded.

But, if someone were here to help them, even if they didn't mean to... Miku used her hair to cover herself up as best she could, so no one in the rescuing group would look at her. "Oh, thank god," she breathed.

Survivors? This was a pleasant surprise. Though all of the confusion was complicating matters a lot. He needed to separate the survivors from the zombies, because there wasn't much of a way to tell the difference, and they couldn't afford to hold their fire.

"Keep your heads down low and make your way towards us slowly!"

Worf twisted as something flew at him. Not wanting to accidently off a survivor, instead of firing, he simply sidestepped and let the attacker slide past him. He opened fire on the zombies again, yelling at Dean.

"Stay down!"

Dean had his hands up, eyeing the familiar looking Klingon oddly. He crouched a little, "Dude, heard you the first time. I get down anymore, I'm on the floor."

Though another zombie came close to them, and he immediately kicked the kneecap out of one, and punched it in the gut. He then shifted to the side so it could be shot.

Kawalsky pressed himself against the wall. "We have more over here!" He called, not far from the exit he'd just sent most everyone through. "Without powers or weapons." Or clothes. "Should I bring them back? Do you know the way out?"

Robo burst out of the knot of zombies that had managed to surround him, while emitting various horrified sounds regarding the zombie bits that were still stuck to him. A wary zombie hunter might see this as an especially large cyborg-zombie tearing through the crowd while yelling, so it's probably for the best that he's bullet-proof.

Alessa did not yell, did not make a sound: well, SHE didn't anyway. The vines on the other hand sliced through the air, sounding like blades. They cute at the zombies left and right, clearing a path for her that was welcomed for anyone to follow. She had every intention of finding a way out,and the vermin were not going to stand in her way.

The survivors staying put down there was obviously not an option at this point.

"You need to bring them over here! You need to get behind us!" And out of the their line of fire.

Wally flits back and forth, steering the non-combatants out of the 'rescue' party's line of fire and behind the corden, all the while fanning zombies back out of arm's reach with concentrated cyclones of air.

He skids to a halt next to Leon's party long enough to shoot off a, "I know this isn't exactly a diplomatic mission, but do you guys have a more long-term safe zone I can ferry these guys to?"

"ALL RIGHT CREW." Kawalsky yelled. "We have reinforcements." So to speak. "and they have weapons. Come back over here, SLOWLY. One of you fast people, spread the message. Make sure everyone gets it. Come back SLOWLY. There's shooting here."

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