It all comes tumbling down, tumbling down. tumbling down....

[youcandielater]

Who: Team Misato: Misato, Dean, Adric, Loki, and Laura
What: Zombiepalooza
Where: An abandoned subway and eventually an industrial park
When: All week
Warnings: Zombies, swearing, Misato being a BAMF, character death, maiming, etc.
Other: One post for the entire week so we don't clutter up the comm. Pretty much exactly what Kim #1 said. Blah, blah, blah

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[alzarian_youth]

Well, the file he got on the port hadn't given the impression that this era of Earth was so...post apocalyptic. In fact, it had given a very thorough description that seemed like this place would have been if there were...people somewhere around this place.

When he began walking around to investigate, he heard someone ask who was there and, when he looked, he saw a gun pointed at him. Lifting his hands in surrender and startled by the weapon, he said, "Adric. From the Barge."

Then he noticed he didn't particularly recognize this woman. He hoped she was from the Barge, too. Otherwise his word probably wouldn't make sense, and he very much wanted to make sense to the gun wielding woman.

"You are from the Barge, right?"

[intofireforever]

Laura had been hiding around a corner; she'd been about to approach whoever it was that had been making noise, but drew back at the sound of guns being checked. Like hell she'd be blown to pieces by whatever psycho was laying in wait--a psycho who made it sound like they'd brought an entire goddamn armory with them.

Then came Adric--she couldn't see him, but she heard him tell the mystery maniac he was from the Barge, and that was good enough for her. Safety in numbers, and all that other trite bullshit.

She stepped out tentatively, a nervous expression dominating her face. "I'm from the Barge too," she said. "Laura. From the Barge."

[youcandielater]

Misato lowered her gun and got to her feet. "Yeah, I'm from the Barge. Major Misato Katsuragi. Wish I could say we met under better circumstances."

She glanced around, the handgun pointed down, but still at the ready. Something didn't feel right about this place in the slightest. It wasn't just the quiet. "Okay. I'm not gonna stand around here and wait to figure something out. Do either of you know how to use a gun?"

-waves from her sick corner-

[possemagnet]

Dean had a hell of a time picking himself up off of the ground after his awkward landing, he was sure he'd bruised a rib or something around his mid section but after catching his breath quick, because he was used to pain and having to be on the move in the midst of it he eased up, walking forward in the present darkness to scope out his surroundings.

It wasn't until he got a few feet further, that he heard the voices of the three talking and he picked up his pace all the while grumbling about the Admiral's shitty steering and the fact that he was starting to hate his barge bedroom more and more.

"I'm good with a gun," Dean offered, only catching every other word. How, use, gun. He ran a tired hand across his jaw and look between the three, trying to maintain some lucidity in their present situation. "Any of you know what the hell happened? I feel like I've been hit by a damn eighteen wheeler."