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[olduvai]

[ It's a rare evening indeed when John can sleep long enough to dream about things, even rarer that he doesn't quite wake up from it. Perhaps it's the City's influence, or perhaps he's finally tired enough for his brain to catch up with his body, but he does sleep and he does dream and he doesn't wake up from it for hours.

It should be a pleasant surprise, but it isn't, for those who are walking in them.

His dream is obviously a dark and dreary laboratory straight out of a sci-fi horror game where the player holds a gun and gets to shoot whatever creepy-crawly is walking in the shadows. There are many, and John himself is holding his weapons in his hands ready to attack anything and everything leaping up, trying to claw his face, his skin, his limbs off him, trying to turn him into one of them.

It's a labyrinth of danger, and for now, there's no end in sight.

In the haze of it all, dream!John is aware that there are people that have come inside it, his mind adapting that they've been here all along for some reason - so enjoy the ride while you still can, because this is his world and you're not getting out of it any time soon. ]

Just keep close for now, alright?


( OOC | pictures linked are basically what the zombies looking like - the first one is a human in the middle of transformation, so icky! john's dream is basically your very own zombie sci-fi video game, the objective is to stay alive before you die or turn into a zombie yourself, obviously.

john is out to find his sister in his dream, and a few of his former teammates may make an appearance as semi-zombified versions of themselves that john/your character has to kill. have fun! )

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[overdraws]

[ She's.. not really sure how it happened. One moment, she was curled up on the couch, surfing the network on her device, the next she was nodding off, and then she was... here?

Wherever here was.

Funnily enough, she's got a bow in her hands and a quiver on her back, a pair of chinese daggers sheathed on her thigh, and she's seemingly both prepared and not for the zombie apocalypse because while she's startled, at first, when one jumps out at her, she also jumps to action pretty quickly, unsheathing one of the knives and burying it to the hilt into the thing's head. She pulls it out with a sick noise, but she doesn't grimace, doesn't even feel the need to vomit up her lunch, because it doesn't feel very real.

At least, not until he speaks. Somehow she knew he was there the entire time, and Allison nods, wiping the gore off her blade on the side of her jacket and shoving it back into its holder. ] Yeah. What are they?

[olduvai]

[ He doesn't know who she is at all, but he sees that she's armed. She looks young, but that can be backed with skills. He's not in the mood to test that theory, of course, but they might not have a choice, either way. ]

Short version? Failed science experiments. Zombified humans.

[ He laughs under his breath, humorless. ]

They're not humans anymore, regardless, so don't hesitate to shoot, because they won't hesitate to kill you. Brain function's shot to hell and all they can think about is hunting down their prey.

[overdraws]

[ She hesitates at that, a little, because humanity is subjective, right? But then again, she thinks, following after him, that thing attacked her without warning and without mercy. He was probably right, and it wasn't human anymore. ] Right, got it.

[ She takes a deep breath and steels herself, pulling her knives into her hands. Then, after a moment: ] I'm Allison.