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i . INFECTION.

• 1. YOU ARE INFECTED. It could be days, hours, or even minutes before you turn. Do you keep it to yourself and pray for a cure? Or do you hand your weapon over and trust your friend to put you down before you can hurt anyone else.
• 2. YOU KNOW. At least, you're pretty sure. They've been getting thinner, weaker, and the temperature that they're running can't be good. How do you proceed?
• 3. THEY'RE STILL HUMAN. These zombies are still people, you're the only one that sees it. You just can't take the killing anymore. Or maybe you just want to KILL THEM ALL. You're sick of these things. They're already dead, there's nothing human left in those eyes - you're a zombie killing machine.
• 4. IT'S YOU OR ME. There's no way the two of you can get out of here alive. Are you a good enough friend to let them go, or are you the sort to ensure that you only have to outrun them.
• 5. ABOMINATION. You've handled everything you've come across so far, but this is just wrong. Be it a baby, an animal, or a horrific mutation that grants it special powers - this one is throwing you for a loop.
• 6. NOT YOU. You recognize that one. Maybe it's a family member, a close friend, a lover, or a co-worker - you know who they are. Do you have the strength to do what needs to be done?

ii . SUPPLIES.

• 1. NOTHING LEFT. You're running out of almost everything. You've only got enough to feed one person now. Do you give it up, or are you ready to kill so that you may survive?
• 2. FOOD RUN. You and your buddy are all that stands between your group and cannibalism. Better hop to it.
• 3. ROTTEN. It's sat out too long and now everything is bad. You might have eaten it before you realized how rotten it was and now you're paying the price.
• 4. STOCKED. You found the ideal hideout and you want for nothing.

iii. YOU AGAINST THE WORLD

• . YOU'VE GOT A PLAN. You can protect your team, but it might cost you your life.
• 2. IMPROVISED WEAPONRY. They're closing in and you've got to think fast.
• 3. MUTINY. You're tired of their authority. You can do a better job.
• 4. ESCAPE. That city was getting too full, you've hotwired and tricked out a vehicle and now you're getting the hell out of dodge. Any zombie causalities are completely intentional.
• 5. SURROUNDED. Your safe space isn't so safe. They're on all sides of you and you're starting to run out of ammo.
• 6. NEVER ENDING ROAD TRIP. You've been in this car for ages, everyone is getting tired, and you're not sure where a safe rest stop is.
• 7. YOU WERE IN ON IT. You're safe in the head office of EVIL INC. and nothing can go wrong. Unless that clumsy scientist knocks that vial over, or unless one of your co-workers goes mad with the guilt. Or maybe you didn't know what you were getting into, maybe you've switched sides and you two aim to fix this mess.
• 8. ONLY ONES LEFT. Everyone else is dead. You're all that's left in the world. Where do you go from here?

iv. WILDCARD.
Create your own scenario, pick one from above or mix and match!

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tavros nitram | homestuck

[uncertainty]

iii #5--Surrounded (Let's see if I can do this...)

[pawsitively_purrfect]

[Nepeta is tired. It feels like they've been here forever. It has been a long time. She's lost track of exactly how long. Long enough that their supplies have taken a substantial hit. Long enough for the ammo to dwindle. Long enough for them to start giving up.

It had seemed like a good place for them to bunker down and wait it out. But now the zombies are beating on the walls and it's only a matter of time before they break their way through...

They need a plan. And fast. She turns to the person beside her, eyes questioning. What do they do now?]

[pauses]

[ They need a plan.

They really, really need a plan. Tavros's fingers tangle loosely in his mohawk, gaze fixed on the floorspace in front of him. His lance is within grabbing distance.

A glance up. A broken hand is pawing at the cracks in the glass. The fingers are too mangled to get a decent hold, but he knows. He knows. He's not sure if there's any way out of this mess, whether they should get out, or whether they should just cull themselves before the monsters get the chance.

A shuddering breath. Nepeta's unspoken question is easy to read. They've already lost so many people... ]

I, don't know.

castiel; supernatural

[insurrections]

[ this is really just another typical day for him, sadly enough. ]

hikaru sulu; stxi

[leaps]

[ busting out that katana ]

natasha romanova; marvel 616

[subterfuges]

[ but wait this isn't marvel zombies you guys. ]

i, 1 ; oh god my heart

[ex_wintered939]

[ it's not hard to tell once he rolls back his sleeve that the wound is a bite mark. it's stupid, one sloppy move on his part, and it means everything's over. he frowns, cursing under his breath before he rolls his sleeve back down, and walks over to where natasha is. ]

We have a problem.

o-oh no all the tears...

[subterfuges]

[ and natasha, natasha is sitting cross-legged on the ground, back against the wall, cleaning her gun. at his words, her whole body tenses up, expression wary. ]

What's happened?

[ they can't be closing in. natasha is certain they had more time to regroup, maybe to steal a few staggered hours of sleep. ]

all of them ;;

[ex_wintered939]

[ it'll be easier to show her than try to to explain. (and that way he won't have to say he fucked things up in actual words) so he sits next to her and slowly moves his sleeve so she can see their little problem. ]

We might have a little time to move somewhere else.

[ before he has to shoot himself in the head. he wouldn't ever ask her to do it, or even to be there, but she needs to know what's going to happen. ]

omg how do i even ;;

[subterfuges]

[ there's no question as to what he's showing her and what it means. she presses a hand against her mouth, cutting off the sharp little inhale of horror.

a little time. a little time to find a good place for him to die, that is what he means. ]

It might not spread.

[ futile. they are both physically enhanced in different ways, but there's no questioning what will happen. she knows that. ]

my kingdom for an edit button...

[ex_wintered939]

[ he doesn't say anything for a moment, thinking hard. he absently gnaws on his thumb for a moment before letting out a slightly angry huff. he's always liked unbeatable odds, but this is cutting it close, even for him. ]

We could put me in a meat locker.

[ freeze him again. he hates the idea of it, it's too close to the parts of his past that he loathes and can't escape, but it's the only way he can think of to keep the virus from spreading. ]

rikki barnes » marvel 616

[worldless]

cassie holmes » push

[watchering]

jim kirk » star trek xi

[wins]

Derek Bliss | Vampires: Los Muertos

[rather_be_surfing]

d??? strider

[gundamkind]

Saber | Fate/Extra

[13yeareign]

john egbert | homestuck

[heirconditioning]

ianto jones | torchwood

[teaboy]

Gamzee Makara (bloodswap) | Homestuck

[fluctuates]

1 & 2

[pauses]

[ he knows.

of course he knows. he can read him like an open book. they practically think the same thoughts, feel the same things, their hearts practically beat in time with one another. a simple gesture says a thousand words, and tavros knows all from the moment his moirail starts to limp. he knows as soon as his temperature starts to rise, when the warm body in his arms starts to shake despite the heat of the tent.

but admitting it would be different.

it would shatter the illusion that everything was alright. he'd never be able to piece it back together. ]

I think, if we keep heading west, we should find Sollux and Nepeta's hive...

1 & 2

[fluctuates]

[Gamzee had always been the optimistic kind. Partly just from nature, partly because of his unwavering faith in the fact that his Messiahs were always sure to bring him a miracle.

He tried to laugh it off when that zombie ambushed him out of nowhere. Tavros made short work of it, like he always did, and of course he was fine, Tavbro, you don't see him bleeding to death, do you? But he could feel the raw, dull ache in his wrist where the poor bastard's fangs had gnashed against him just before Tavros had knocked the head clean off of his body with a single swipe of his lance.

It was getting colder, harder to walk, and neither of them said anything, but Gamzee was sure Tavros knew. But he kept his mouth shut anyway, and grinned at his moirail despite the fact that he's clinging so hard to the other troll's body for warmth that he's sure his claws are drawing blood. Dizzying, deep, indigo droplets just under his fingernails-

Gamzee swallows hard and smiles.]

You think they'd still be hanging around their hives when this place is going down to shit, brother? Because that'd be the motherfuckin' bitchtits.

[He hopes so. It'd be nice to make sure they were okay. And, perhaps, some tiny voice in the back of his head told him, to make sure Tavros would always have some company. Someone to keep him grounded and sane. Nepeta wasn't a bad sort; maybe she could help him out when--

All thoughts are cut short by a series of hard, wet coughs that seemed to make Gamzee's entire body quake. He brings a hand to his mouth to cover it, and his stomach drops with he feels a small, wet glob smack against his hand and his mouth suddenly filled with a sharp, metallic taste that was all at once nauseating and alluring.

His tongue darts out and licks the blood off his palm before he even knows what he's doing. Just as well. It wouldn't do Tavros any favors to see him coughing up blood.]

[pauses]

Maybe.

[ One hand gently runs through the curly mess of hair on Gamzee's head, teeth grit behind smiling lips. It hurts. Everything, everything about this hurts. The smile on Gamzee's face rips at something raw and dark in his heart and it's all he can do to squash down those feelings and keep the tears from brimming in his eyes.

The kiss he leaves on Gamzee's forehead is chaste and sweet.

He smells it. God. It makes his stomach roll and his hands clench reflexively at his moirail's back. He rests his chin on top of his head, draws in a deep breath through his nose, and tries to be the level headed one for once in their long relationship. He knows what Rufio is saying and what Rufio wants, he knows that this is the sort of place that he could lose himself in because all of the colors and none of the consequences but he can't he can't he can't.

Gamzee needs help. No one has found a cure yet, but that doesn't mean no one will. Maybe... Maybe when he dies, before he wakes up, he could give him a kiss and wake his dream self up... or has that too become rotten and wrong? He hasn't slept long enough to know if he's seeing the golden city or the dark, cramped space of a dream bubble. ]

I know that, Nepeta is too quick. And, maybe she found Karkat... and if they're with Sollux, then, nothing can touch them. [ his voice is wavering. the pauses between words are long, he's fighting back everything to try to maintain some level of calm and cool. ]

[fluctuates]

[Tavros was never hard for him to understand. He might as well be wearing his heart on his sleeve, for all the difference it made to Gamzee. Wasn't this what every troll looked for? The fated bond between moirails?

Or...fated something. Sometimes the red lines got a little too blurred for his own good.

Either way, the result was the same. He could feel Tavros's fear and despair and easily as it was his own. Tavros knew. Or course he knew. How could he not?

His joints hurt. The air he breathed seemed to burn in the back of his throat. His stomach began to twinge in hunger that could never quite be sated. And it was just so cold. He's never been this cold before. Even Gamzee, as unendingly happy as he was, couldn't quite suppress the tight knot of dread and fear in his chest. Somehow, he manages to unclench his fingers and give Tavros what he hopes is a comforting, massaging motion on his back.

Keep him calm. Keep him pacified. Don't let him get upset.]

Awwww, yeah, I remember. Sollux is a hardcore motherfucker. You go all and run up and join them and my bro Tavbro would be motherfuckin' SET.

[He tries to give a honk of enthusiasm but it just degenerates into wet coughing again. His hand jerks from Tavros's back to cover his mouth and he doesn't quite move it away this time.]

[pauses]

We'll get there, soon.

[ Why couldn't his blood be warmer? The thought sickens him, the very notion that he would want to be anything than indigo is deeply unsettling... but he can't protect Gamzee like this. He can fight for him, he can kill for him, but he can't save him when his own body is the enemy.

What can he do... He knows what he should do - he knows how easy it would be. All he would have to do was wait until he fell asleep, pet his hair, stroke his cheeks, then grab his horns and twist and it would all be over.

That's what he should do.

But he can't. He can't. His shoulders shake. He needs to keep Gamzee fed, and warm, and safe. ]

... Call something over. Something big.