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[Open] Zombie apocalypse, AHOY
Who: Unnamed & YOU
Which: Open log
Where: Reverein & dreamscape
What: Unnamed has a dream about his home....a zombie apocalypse :')
Warnings: Pandemics, disease, undead, mild gore...bc they zombies
Dream - cw zombies, mild gore, pandemics, disease
[ The dream begins with a city of towering buildings. Skyscrapers as tall as any world of modern civilization, built so that they could touch the clouds if only the right weather permitted it. City stretches as far as they eye can see. It's a marvel and a feat of engineering, creating the impression of a cast society...until the details of the image become clearer.
The vast buildings are battered and broken. The city is not pristine, but ravaged by time and nature. Some of the skyscrapers have toppled, their inside burnt out by some long-gone calamity. Others lean precariously to one side, whole sections of its floors missing. This metropolis...is nothing more than ruins.
Roads are flooded; their signs overtaken by wild growth. There are cars, worn and rusted and broken. Dozens upon dozens litter the streets. Some have their windows smashed in. Others, it's as if something has broken its way out.
Potholes and debris are everywhere. Storefronts have been looted and lay ruined or boarded up. There are barriers over what could have once been strongholds, old stores; banks; park gates. Disrepair is everywhere.
Something has happened in the city. Something very, very wrong.
Little clues can be found here and there in the form of graffiti on the walls: NO WAY OUT some say; others read SHELTER AHEAD, long-since crossed out. Several of the houses have old Search & Rescue marks on them, the red of their paint long since faded and worn. The numbers, for those that understand them, are clear: 5DB, IF. Dead Bodies. Infection.
The dream starts there. An empty house, broken and cold; the scent of damp mildew lingering in the air. There are old photos on the walls, but their surfaces are caked with dirt and grime. Some are broken and the pictures inside are all but rotted away. The kitchen table is broken in two down the middle, as if from a large impact. The front door lies flat in the entrance. There are scratch marks in the rotted wood. Something tried to claw its way in--and succeeded.
There's a stifling, isolated feeling which permeates the dream...right up until a (perhaps familiar) sound comes from behind: ]
...Auh?
[ Unnamed blinks at your character: dishevelled and dirty, clothes in tatters...but most of all, confused. What are you doing in his world?? ]
[ ooc; WELCOME TO ZOMBOI'S HOME WORLD, Y'ALL. It sucks 8') And it's filled with zombies! (the slow-moving kind). Feel free to dreamhop as normal or as one of the infected! Wanna be a zombie? GO FOR IT. Zombies will ignore other Infected & leave them alone, but if you'd like them to respond to your character as food...that is also fine. You can also tag as if post-dream (aka your character saw the recording) and went to find him after.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART. hmu on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
owlits if you have any questions/wanna plot/etc
EDIT: it is also 100% optional for dream!zombies to recognize your character as food!! they could ignore them, not notice them, be indifferent to them, etc. Horror threads are not a must c: ]
Which: Open log
Where: Reverein & dreamscape
What: Unnamed has a dream about his home....a zombie apocalypse :')
Warnings: Pandemics, disease, undead, mild gore...bc they zombies
Dream - cw zombies, mild gore, pandemics, disease
[ The dream begins with a city of towering buildings. Skyscrapers as tall as any world of modern civilization, built so that they could touch the clouds if only the right weather permitted it. City stretches as far as they eye can see. It's a marvel and a feat of engineering, creating the impression of a cast society...until the details of the image become clearer.
The vast buildings are battered and broken. The city is not pristine, but ravaged by time and nature. Some of the skyscrapers have toppled, their inside burnt out by some long-gone calamity. Others lean precariously to one side, whole sections of its floors missing. This metropolis...is nothing more than ruins.
Roads are flooded; their signs overtaken by wild growth. There are cars, worn and rusted and broken. Dozens upon dozens litter the streets. Some have their windows smashed in. Others, it's as if something has broken its way out.
Potholes and debris are everywhere. Storefronts have been looted and lay ruined or boarded up. There are barriers over what could have once been strongholds, old stores; banks; park gates. Disrepair is everywhere.
Something has happened in the city. Something very, very wrong.
Little clues can be found here and there in the form of graffiti on the walls: NO WAY OUT some say; others read SHELTER AHEAD, long-since crossed out. Several of the houses have old Search & Rescue marks on them, the red of their paint long since faded and worn. The numbers, for those that understand them, are clear: 5DB, IF. Dead Bodies. Infection.
The dream starts there. An empty house, broken and cold; the scent of damp mildew lingering in the air. There are old photos on the walls, but their surfaces are caked with dirt and grime. Some are broken and the pictures inside are all but rotted away. The kitchen table is broken in two down the middle, as if from a large impact. The front door lies flat in the entrance. There are scratch marks in the rotted wood. Something tried to claw its way in--and succeeded.
There's a stifling, isolated feeling which permeates the dream...right up until a (perhaps familiar) sound comes from behind: ]
...Auh?
[ Unnamed blinks at your character: dishevelled and dirty, clothes in tatters...but most of all, confused. What are you doing in his world?? ]
[ ooc; WELCOME TO ZOMBOI'S HOME WORLD, Y'ALL. It sucks 8') And it's filled with zombies! (the slow-moving kind). Feel free to dreamhop as normal or as one of the infected! Wanna be a zombie? GO FOR IT. Zombies will ignore other Infected & leave them alone, but if you'd like them to respond to your character as food...that is also fine. You can also tag as if post-dream (aka your character saw the recording) and went to find him after.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART. hmu on
EDIT: it is also 100% optional for dream!zombies to recognize your character as food!! they could ignore them, not notice them, be indifferent to them, etc. Horror threads are not a must c: ]
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"I know it! This is my home," he answers with a bright look. "Are you visiting? Want to see my home?? I can show you lots of things!"
None of them are as exciting as a theatre performance, but, well...it's his home. And he wants to show it to Emet-Selch. ]
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[It's a bit odd, to be honest, how excited he seems by the prospect of showing him all of...this. Given that, Emet-Selch would guess that the city has been this way for some time, mayhap even for as long as Unnamed has been alive (or, rather, for as long as he has been not quite dead). Or could it be instead that the degradation of the world around him simply strikes him as perfectly normal? It may indeed make some sense for a creature like him.]
I cannot help but notice that someone or something seems to have had quite a bit of fun finding their way inside. Do you know what caused it? These scratches?
[He gestures towards what used to be a door, and to the furrows within its rotting surface.]
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"I think it was probably the people outside," he 'says', pointing out the empty doorway and into the wrecked world beyond which--up until this moment? Has been completely empty. As if it's simply been waiting for Unnamed to focus on it before coming alive; although there's been no movement at all up until now, there comes a faint scuffling sound from next door.
And a raspy, guttural grunt. ]
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[Nothing. He was quite certain the scene outdoors had been still, the city eerily quiet for one of its size, vacant of even the dimmest "color". And yet before he can finish his sentence, he becomes aware of something on the other side of the wall.]
[It takes little stretch of the imagination to guess what these "people" might actually be.]
The undead, in other words. I suppose it would be too much to hope that we've caught them after a meal.
[He glances down at Unnamed.]
Are you able to speak with them - these other people? Or should I be prepared for a fight?
[Emet-Selch has no qualms with clearing the way, but considering that Unnamed is one of the undead himself, well... he would prefer for this not to become unduly messy.]