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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Shadow heard the person's comment and turned his head slightly, closing his eyes.

"Stay close. Not everyone here can fight."

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"I don't care about your problems," Alessa said quietly.

"Fight or don't. If you have courage, fight. If not, leave. I'll finish the zombies."

That was all.

Peter was out of Kadaj's punching range and back in a moment. His glare was even and steady, not even angry as much as admonishing.

"NOW IS NOT THE TIME." It wasn't loud, but it was the tone Peter usually reserved for Nathan on the big fuckups. As he heard Alessa's comment,and Wally's, he nodded appreciatively. Wally's plan was sound.

"I'll clear the exit initially. If you are all cool with that..."

A large, metal hand with a dangling pinky finger came down on Peter's shoulder, and a voice like a radio came over his shoulder, "We should all stick to what we're best at, eh? Those zombie will break their teeth on me, so why don't I take over clearing duty?"

Kicking a zombie off the platform, Raiden whirled to ram his bone-spike-sword-thing through the forehead of another of the infected. Dropping back, he kicked another out of the way.

"Move people! The time for talk is long gone! Move or die! If we stay in one place they're going to overwhelm us with their numbers. Fighters, protect your marks! Everyone else, grab a partner. And MOVE!"

Peter didn't need the end of the sentence to move. With Kadaj unwillingly in tow, he dragged the albino the the forefront.

"I do what I do, you do what you do. Altogether, let's just clear a path for these people. PLEASE." That was all the current speedster said to the silver haired boy as he went to town on the undead.

"You don't have to tell me twice" Shadow said, charging forward. Even without his shoes, he was still pretty fast, and he DID still have a few tricks up his sleeve.

"CHAOS CONTROL!" With that, the black hedgehog disappeared and began reappearing around the zombies, smashing zombies left and right, taking another's leg and using it to smash the others.

Kadaj made a low guttural growl. This jack-ass was treating him like some kind of child! “So be it!” He said through clenched teeth. Clearly, this guy had some kind of weird speed power. “Let go, I will follow.” If they were so adamant on getting him out of here, he would—if only to find out where they were running off too. Then some point down the road he will take their lives personally. Perhaps this was one final test set out before him by Mother.

They argued. Things like that meant little but she supposed it was things humans did, for whatever reason applicable. That boy with the downed hair at least understoood: she would CRUSH these things on her own if needed.

She looked over at the hedgehog. "You're enjoying this."

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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."

"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."

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.

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.

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."

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?>

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.

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.

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."

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.

"Nah," Sonic continued, "he takes his ghoulfriend!"

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