dum_spiro | Actionspam sample threads

((OOC: Set in The Walking Dead TV canon, spoilers for Season 5, Episode 1. All are welcome, if you're not canon familiar this is a zombie-overtaken version of rural Georgia, outside Atlanta.))

***

[The smoldering, overrun compound that used to be Terminus is left behind as Carol jumps the fence and lets herself out, taking advantage of the heavy blanket flopped over barbed wire that Rick's group must have used. She ignores the screams of those still living and the inhuman growls of walkers as they feed themselves into a frenzy. It might seem cruel of her, if one was blissfully unaware of the goings-on inside those fences just before the flames and rampaging began.]

[A brief glance at the surroundings, assessing the footprints and parted underbrush (she picked up a few tracking skills... here and there... ) and quickly she determines which way they went. Carol was quite serious when she told Tyrese she has no intention of staying, but first she has to find them. Make sure her efforts were worth it and they all got out, and most importantly reunite Rick and Carl with Judith, Sasha with Tyrese. So she goes, stomach churning despite how calm she'd felt while unleashing destruction on Terminus and its twisted population.]

[She hasn't quite let go of the hope that she won't have to leave, but she's prepared to.]

[Her face and hair are caked with red clay, and she's wearing clothing covered in entrails -- not just spatter, but as though she rolled and splashed inside a fresh, open corpse. In one hand is an automatic rifle, in the other a crossbow. She looks like she's been through a brutal war.]

[She has. She won.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[The way he says 'our' sets her protective instincts prickling. He's not entirely wrong though, which keeps her quiet on the matter.]

And their stuff on display in other rooms. Weapons on one table, other things on another. Stuffed animals. Like their own personal store. That was beside the freezer. [Those rooms were one of the things that made her decide to set the walkers on that woman who tried to stop her, rather than kill her outright.]

[Come to think of it, Carol, your kill total's probably creeping past his pretty quick.]

Huh.

[It almost sounds like a laugh, but it's not; there's a definite note of disgust in his voice. Shit makes Woodbury look like Sesame Street, and the truth is some of what they pulled for the Governor, he never quite felt right about it. He did it, but that don't mean he liked all of it. The prison folks, he figures they wouldn't believe him, so why talk about it?]

You know for sure they made it out?

[He's got to ask. He didn't see, but if she did, it'd help settle him.]

They made it out. [Her tone is almost defensive in its certainty.] Just before I blew the propane I saw them take Rick, Glenn, Daryl, and Bob and four others into one of the rooms but they weren't there when I passed through later.

Good.

[Not that he was seriously entertaining the alternative possibility, but... Shit, it's his kid brother, if anything happened, yeah, he'd blame himself.

For a minute or three they just walk while he mulls it over, but let's face it, Carol, leaving you alone is a little too close to being nice. Merle Dixon never met a wound he couldn't rub salt in.]

Guess they're lucky Rick cut you loose when he did.

[The Carol Merle met back at the quarry would have hung her head and kept quiet about that insult, not trying to disrupt anything. (Honestly, there would have been no joke to crack because her, killing people? It would have been unthinkable.)]

[Now...]

Guess you're lucky the Governor didn't keep you around for that last fight.

Had a good run of luck lately.

[he answers mildly. Christ, lady, you got a pair. Could be his misjudged you. Or you've lost it. Either way he's entertained.]

Hackin' up a lung back on death row I figured anything'd be a better way to go. Lucky I got to see the error of my ways.

[he continues, conversationally, making light of exactly how ridiculously fucked up their lives are on a continual basis. Because only pussies get fazed by that kinda thing, duh.]

[It's a fine line, in this world, between guts and insanity. She's still on the right side of it, but she doesn't underestimate guilt and how it could blur that line.]

[And just out of curiosity, where does getting left to fend for yourself by a woman wearing walker guts rank on your list of ways to die, Merle? Making light of the plague that she sold her soul trying to prevent is just not on her list of great qualities. Not that she ever would leave him really; he's Daryl's brother. But he is talented at making people think about doing crazy things just to get him to shut up. Or maybe she's not as far on the right side of the line as she thought. It's not the easiest moment to tell, given what she's wearing and what she just did.]

[Carol doesn't reply, just pauses to try and decipher which way the trail leads. Probably best that she keep her mouth shut, nothing good can some of engaging in that line of discussion.]

Mmmmmhmmm,

[He hums, mainly to himself. Plenty of people've done some crazy shit to shut Merle up, including leaving him to die an ugly fucking death of exposure. He's too much of a self-assured asshole to worry about what she might do. Besides, he at least knows her well enough to think she wouldn't take him out, if only for Daryl's sake.

After a beat, he offers up,]

Left.

[Carol pauses just long enough to remember that considering whether Merle is being truthful is a waste of time.]

Thanks. [It's not really gratitude, just reflex. And so left she goes.]

[As soon as she's closer she's got to get out of this outfit. It's starting to really get to her, the smell.]

[He wants to get there as much as she does. Maybe more, since he's apparently the one in good graces, ain't that a piss.

The only reason he wants to talk is 'cos she doesn't, getting on other people's nerves is his number one hobby.]

So where you gonna go if the Sheriff turns his back on your heroic rescue?

[It's a testament to how impressed he is that he's actually half curious, not entirely just taunting her.]

[Number one hobby and number one talent. She already has an answer for that, fortunately, otherwise she'd be so much more irked.]

Tell him where to find his little girl and be off. [His words are automatic, a foregone conclusion. She can make it on her own. Maybe she wants to. Being with them again after all that happened, Carol has no idea how it'll feel.]

Mmhmm. Where to? You pick a direction yet? Gonna look for new people?

[Or just vanish into the sunset like a lone, rabid wolf?]

I don't know. [That's a lie, she knows exactly the answer. But it's none of his damn business what she'll do, or why.] Haven't had the best luck with other people.

[Hey, it might be his business, that's up to his baby brother.]

Mood you're in you could take any goddamn place you want.

[Compliment??? Who knows.]

Actionspam sample threads

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject