[Open] Zombie apocalypse, AHOY

[zomboii]

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 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: ]

Comments

I SEE THAT BLUSH

[zomboii]

[ "No pulling!" he parrots back in a promise. He might not mind having his cheeks pulled, but that doesn't mean it's the same for everyone. Emet-Selch and Shigeru took great care to make sure he he had at least a basic understanding of discomfort, pain, and illness.

Still. Those marks look...well, cool. Toge's given him permission so Unnamed wastes no time in giving one corner of his mouth a little poke. Because, y'know. it looks like a button. ]

HE BLUSHU

[fishflakes]

[They do look fairly cool, don't they? Toge holds still as Nanashi pokes at his markings. It's hard to tell if it's a tattoo or a birthmark, but they're very clearly etched onto his face; if Nanashi were to try, he'd be hard pressed to find where the markings end and where his skin begins.]

["They're snake eyes and fangs seal" he signs slowly while Nanashi inspects him. "My family symbol. It gives me my powers." And when Nanashi backs up a little, he will stick out his tongue, showing off the full seal.]

uhuhuhu

[zomboii]

Ouh...!

[ "It's on your tongue!" he exclaims, as if Toge didn't know that already. It's fascinating okay? Let him get excited. "How do you make all the marks on it? Is it like magic? Dreamotion?"

That's the only way he can picture it happening; he hasn't yet been introduced to the concept of tattooing--

--and if Toge doesn't stop him, he's going to try and poke his tongue, too. ]

[fishflakes]

[It's honestly kinda cute to see hum get all excited like that. But sorry, Nanashi won't get to poke his tongue because he withdraws it back when he tries. Poking his cheeks is fine, but poking his tongue is a little weird.]

["Yeah, on my tongue too." By having the marks on his tongue as well, it turns his whole mouth into a Cursed Speech tool. "Not sure how. Was like this since I was born." He thinks it's because of his Cursed Energy that branded him, but it happened so long ago he doesn't have specifics on it.]

[zomboii]

[ Probanly for the best... It's a dream, but he's still been wandering around the apocalypse without washing his hands. He's even wearing the same downtrodden, weathered and frayed clothing he's arrived in Reverein with.

"What's born?" ]

[fishflakes]

[What.]

[What.]

[Toge blinks, visibly pausing as he stares. Oh no, he did not… he did not ask that. How does Toge even explain that..?]

[Toge stares, before slowly moving his hands. “Maybe I explain later. When we go back.” Yeah, he’s… he’s not doing this right here in the middle of a zombie apocalypse dream.]

[zomboii]

[ HE SURE DID, TOGE.... how he's made it this far without being told is a miracle tbh. Toge wins the birds and bees lottery!!

"Good idea. This dream isn't good for talking..."

It's. Kind of not good for anyone who isn't him, isn't it? ]

[fishflakes]

[He's not sure if he won the 50/50 or lost it with that gacha luck.]

["Yeah. Bit hard to talk." It's hard to talk about silly things and also to keep an eye out for rogue zombies. He chased away the few that were nearby, but they might come back...]

[Also, uh. Birds and bees talk can wait. For a while. Yeah.]