ZOMBIE POD POP! (zompop?)

[cityship]

[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.

Comments

Re: FOLLOW THE LEADER

[flashfact.livejournal.com]

Wally shoots Kawalsky a grateful nod. That's about the most sensible thing he's heard all day.

He shoots off a quick, "Aye, aye, chief," before bursting off in a flash of pink and ginger down the spire.

Re: FOLLOW THE LEADER

[shroudedintent]

'Vadum gave a sharp nod to the human seemingly taking charge, even as he snapped the neck of another zombie before throwing it back into the hoard.

Letting out a growl toward the hoard before briefly glancing back to the human "We shall let nothing past," turning his attention back to those who would hold the line with him even as he stepped forward to intercept another group of the vile beasts.

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

Satori lit up her hands experimentally... still plenty of power left, but even more zombies. She floated upwards, to be able to aim over the heads of the people holding the line in melee. She didn't like being ordered around by a human, but she liked getting eaten by zombies even less.

A fireworks display of magical artillery lit up the enemy ranks.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Only if we're getting some damn weapons out of this," Dean declared loudly. He was tempted to say screw it, but there was a crapload of zombies. And without a shotgun or even a knife his options were pretty limited. He was going to help those who didn't have any training though.

"Anybody without training, stay to the middle so we can keep an eye on you."

Strategic retreat, and at least he didn't sound too much like his douchebag future self. He's not letting good people get sacrificed.

[is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com]

Shadow let out a grunt as he heard Kawalsky's orders. He didn't like the fact that he was pretty much being told to stay put and protect everyone here, but as it stood, he didn't have a choice.

"Weapons... weapons would be GOOD right now!" Shadow said, launching a hail of Chaos Spears at the zombies. "Or a Chaos Emerald, but I doubt that's happening here."

[demon-alessa.livejournal.com]

Alessa would have agreed with the sentiment of being ordered around by a human, especially humans that thought that she was one of them. It was also fairly annoying to have to deal with people who had heroics on the mind: they tended to be illogical at times.

But killing zombies who were invading her space was not something she was adverse to. She simply smirked, and several more zombies were beheaded. More were coming, and that made things even more interesting.

She would simply have to make sure to get a thorough explanation later.

[onceadragon]

Claudia so moved to the middle of the group. She's smart but when it comes to weapons? Not so much so, she hadn't had the chance to do much training with Mica and Pete... Though she seriously doubtful that either of them had any training with killing friggin ZOMBIES.

If that wasn't weird enough.... The whole group of people...apes, robots, talking lizards and various other....things all seemed to be characters out of movies and books she recognized... Well mostly, and just... WHOA, that's all it was. BIG FRIGGIN WTF.

[repenting.livejournal.com]

King was surprisingly quiet for someone who usually had a lot of trouble keeping his mouth shut, but it could mostly be attributed to the entire situation being so bizarrely surreal even he was having trouble laughing it off.

As it was, he moved close to the edge of the group, keeping an eye on everything and punching off a stray zombie if it came into his range.

"There better be something #^&%ing spectacular at the end of this rainbow," He muttered to no one in particular after elbowing a zombie in the temple and sloughing off some of the creature's skin in the process. "Because this is just disgusting and humiliating."

[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

Robo's finger had come off entirely by now, but he was holding onto it to reattach later. That meant no more right handed punches. He was muttering just exactly what he thought of this whole situation. What he was saying not worth repeating in polite company.

None the less, he just kept up what he had been doing, which was staying near the defensless folk and clobbering any zombies that got close.

[lives2annoy.livejournal.com]

Like Claudia, Marco was getting suspicious. None of these people seemed to recognize him, and everyone knew who the Animorphs where. And these crazy powers? They might as well have walked out of a comic.

That thought niggled a little, but Marco ignored it. After all, zombies.

But if these guys didn't know what he was, Marco sure wasn't going to tell them. After all, it might be them against the zombies for now - but Marco didn't know squat about these people, and he wasn't going to give up any advantage unless he had to.

So, Marco just kept on smashing zombies. It was almost fun, except for the fact that there was an entire horde of them.