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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.

--

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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Satori emerges, half-awake, naked, covered in slime and surrounded by the undead, into the world of Stacy.

From her first five seconds of confusion and sorting out the situation, Satori quickly concludes that this was about the worst possible thing she could have woken up to. Complaining, though, would have to wait, as the zombies seem all too eager to tear into the flesh of the living, which includes her. Definitely mindless, as she can't hear any thoughts coming from them...

...no, wait. She can't hear any thoughts coming from anything.

The Third Eye is missing.

The incoming horde of zombies now seeming like a secondary crisis, Satori escapes from the hordes by moving straight up, levitating about ten feet upwards and assuming the fetal position, hoping desperately that none of the zombies can jump that high and looking for anywhere that looks more safe or sensical than here.

There was a cracking sound that the robot did not hear, followed by a draining and falling that the robot also did not feel. It lay face down on the ground and stiff as a board as various subsystems booted up. Visual, auditory, tactile, motor functions, and finally cognitive.

Atomic Robo awoke to the world with a zombie chewing on his head. Unusual, but not terribly threatening. A simple punch sent the zombie cartwheeling into a nearby wall, it's skull fractured. Questions would come later. For now, there were people around being killed and eaten by zombies, and Robo knew where he stood with zombies. "Alright kids. We're going to play the punching game now..."

"OH GOD WHAT THE HELL"

Scout sorta... slides out of his pod. He flails a bit until he manages to get up right. He pauses. He is covered in go. And also naked. Awesome. There are also zombies. Scout spots those soon enough. As if being naked and goo-covered wasn't horrible enough, here Scout was in front of a bunch of zombies without a way to defend himself.

Cue the string of obscenities.

The sounds of the approaching horde was secondary in her mind. Right now, triumphant from bringing her vengance forth, she was now in an unfamiliar place. This was not her Silent Hill, this was not West Virginia. This place was alive somehow, and there was a new situation now: there were crawling things, maggots, attempting to pollute the space she was occupying.

This would not stand.

She rose from the pod, walking delicately. The slime was interesting, cold, clammy. It was actually a feature she liked. She ran a hand through her hair, looking disinterested. She stretched her neck a moment, and when the zombies came at the pod, Alessa was no longer sttaionary.

She had the vines entwined around her, and she rose in the air now, her face no longer dull but almost beaming with glee. One tendril came quick at the zombie and split it in two, and then tore apart another apart from the hip.

She saw no reason for words, but she decided she would make this pronouncement anyway.

You are in my space."

What the hell just happened? The Chinese American woman coughed, gasping for air. It took a moment for her vision to focus right, though that did even less to help. There was something covering her body, some kind of slime. Shit, when did she get kidnapped?

"Disgusting." Grimacing, the woman stood herself upright, getting a better look at the slime in the meantime. Not even the tanks down in the old Umbrella facilities were this putrid. Almost makes you feel sorry for the inactive test subject in those tanks. Almost being the key word.

A familiar sound caught Ada's attention immediately. The same low moan from six years ago. Except this place was obviously not Raccoon City. Meaning this definitely wasn't a fucked up dream. "Must be my lucky day." The words escaped laced with heavy sarcasm. No gun, no equipment, hell not even a pair of heels to get them to back off.

So the situation was as follows: wake up in an unknown location covered in some slime, no clothes or equipment, and a horde of zombies was closing in. Fuck.

An irritating low light snuck through his eyelids. Kadaj wiped at his face and witnessed a gooey slim over his fingers and coating his body. The last thing he remembered was being forced to conduct an early Reunion. A Reunion that had only ended in disaster and ultimately proved his weakness.

Pushing himself up Kadaj assessed the situation. He was naked and covered in a foreign substance. The air was heavy and smelled sweet (at least to him). He briefly studied his surroundings and took note of the others still in some kind of weird pods, and some who were naked like him and just as confused. None of this bothered Kadaj. What got his attention was the pulsing under his feet.

Was this… “Mother?” He whispered in question. They weren’t on the planet anymore that was for sure—and this, whatever he was on, was alive. He was used to hearing Sephiroth and Jenova’s voice. They constantly grew louder and louder as each day passed. It rang in Kadaj’s ears repeatedly throughout his waking hours. Only now there was an eerily uncomfortable silence. No one was speaking him.

If this was Mother then he’d be certain to find his brothers amongst these pods. “Yazoo?” He called out, a mixture of annoyance and worry. They were always supposed to be by his side. Where were they? “Loz? Brothers! Come out!” No movement. Fine. Kadaj huffed. He’d have to find them himself.

Dean gasped as he woke up, and gave a brief cough as he slid out of his pod. Eurgh, what the hell? He didn't remember being on a hunt where there was something sneezing on him.

And where are his damn clothes?

He wiped a hand over his face as he got to his feet, and his ears immediately caught the distant moaning.

"Oh you GOT to be kidding me!" FML, srsly.

“Me?!” Kadaj growled at Shadow. Then he considered the many things back on the planet that was caused by him. Whatever these monster things were, they were attacking humans and that was perfectly acceptable in the remnant’s book. In fact, maybe these humans were the few survivors that had somehow made it aboard Mother. Now, the cetra that Mother had influenced thousands of years ago were following her will and controlling them.

The silver haired boy laughed, softly at first but then louder as the thoughts all came together. “Ha!” Kadaj swept his arms out to the side. “Ha! You’re right! This is my doing! This is all my doing!!” He clapped his hands together and wore quite possibly the biggest grin he could manage.

“EVERYONE! Listen to me!” He stepped upon a small mound of dead people to give him more height. Holding his hand up, he attempted to get their attention. “The only way these monsters will stop is if you submit yourself to the will of Jenova!”

Marco took a moment to appreciate the situation.

He had been anticipating hot angel chicks playing harps in skimpy white dresses after Jake decided to ram the Blade ship. Bye bye life, it was nice knowing you. But he was not expecting the slime. Or the pulsating walls. Or the nakedness.

He definitely was not expecting the oncoming zombies. Come on, zombies? Zombies?! What, had the One decided that doing...whatever it was that he'd done to Ax wasn't freaky enough, he had to send a horde of the Living Dead at them as well?

"Okay. This. Is. Officially. INSANE!" he yelled, before starting to morph gorilla.

At least Sima Yi manages to catch himself when the pod splits, landing in an awkward crouch rather than ploughing face-first into the floor. This is something he hadn't been expecting - he'd been expecting to wake up with a crushing hangover, and the fact that he feels just fine suggests some disturbing possibilities.

Am I dead?

Starting off the afterlife naked and covered in slime is not exactly what he expected - but then, maybe it's because his corpse hasn't been found yet, and he hasn't been given a proper burial. The probability that he's lying dead in a puddle of his own vomit hasn't taken hold enough for him to feel anything other than numb, and he gets up slowly, looking around; evidently, he's not the only one who's just arrived here. It's painful to see that some of them are just kids, especially because he's a father himself - his eldest son is twelve. Before that train of thought can manage to make it to its depressing final stop, though, he's distracted by a new sound: shuffling, accompanied by a grotesque squishing, crackling sound. Before he can pinpoint its source, the noise grows, and others join it - low groans, and the occasional hiss, as the zombie horde begins to shuffle into sight.

He's heard that, when you die, the spirits of those you've killed come after you for revenge; however, there's no one he recognizes in the crowd, and most of them aren't even Chinese - but that doesn't change the fact that it's a horde of shambling corpses, some a lot less fresh than others. And he doesn't have a weapon. Some of the others have decided to fight despite being likewise unarmed, but they... aren't... human either...

It's definitely time to leave.

Yes, you're naked. Yes, you're covered in goo. Yes, you are surrounded by an unending sea of the festering undead. Yes, you're probably wondering what the hell is going on. Don't worry, we all are.

Have faith and stay strong. Help is on the way.

((OOC: Thread instructions here))

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)

There wasn't a whole lot of time to think, but Leon's brain was still working on a way to get these people out of here. He wanted to keep them out of harms way, but that wasn't an option in this mess. But there were a good number of survivors, so he'd try to make them useful.

"Alright, listen! Middleman, Worf, and Marcus, you three are going to escprt this group out of here. Take them to the back, get them dressed, then take them straight to Weapons & Possessions. You might not be able to access the specialized equipment, but there should still be plenty of weapons to arm everyone with.

"Once that's done, Marcus, everyone who is even remotely good electronics, engineering, tech, or whatever, you're taking them up to Obs deck. Find Mei Ling, Khel, and the rest of the rear guard, and see if you guys can't figure out a way to break this comms blackout.

"Worf, everyone in that group who knows how to fight, you're taking them straight to the Vatican. Pack as much ammunition as you guys can carry, they might be running low there and need more.

"Middleman, you're taking the noncoms straight to level two. The Medbay should still be secure. Hole up there and get it prepped to receive casualties if Kirk has to bail on the Vatican.

"Everyone else, you're down here with me."

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