SPECIAL - BALLARD CANNIBAL MISSION

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

The road was very confusing, because it was diagonal to the main grid, and the main grid of blocks was irregular because of the bend of the hill. They were fortunate the route was quite simple. Davin nodded at Ashley. The mission seemed to be going well enough.

Davin-
"..."

On the other hand, the exertion of moving sluggishly through the cars and snows and long tall hills would wear them down. Most of the trip from here was downhill, but they might still be exhausted by the time they got to the Soylent Church.



Over with Alex,

Colqhoun-
"That's good, that's good... So..."


Colqhoun-
"Earlier, when you said you'd contemplate things, but not cannibalism, what did you mean?"

[Dr. Jar]

Ashley-

Ashley seemed increasingly annoyed by the increasing distance that they had to travel, and even more by the zombies that cropped up "unexpectedly" between cars. He shifted slowly towards Davin, so they were close to eachother again. Davin seemed to know what he was doing.

He had decided long ago that Davin was a reasonable sort, someone to be trusted.

"...Good."

He offers Davin awkwardly, swatting at another zombie in the meantime.

"We're doing good."

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Davin-
"Yeah, not too bad. You can probably lose the torch... I guess there's nothing to keep a dark ghost from popping up over here, but aside from weird crap like that bridge, you don't see much of 'em in the day time."

[DKender]

“I mean … uh …” He glanced side to side, as if checking for eavesdropping monsters. “Hunger is bad. I guess I’d eat or do just about anything, eventually. Just no cannibalism. I’m sorry. You aren’t evil, and I understand the desperation, but it’s not for me.”

Just say no to Soylent Green!

"Why do you ask?"

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

With Alex,

Colqhoun-
"Not for you? I don't think it's for anyone. Hunger shouldn't be for anyone... Still. It happens. Let's say you had to choose. A human, or a zombie. What would you do?"

[DKender]

Fortunately, Alex had played many rounds of ‘would you rather’ with his friends before the apocalypse. “Hrrrm. Zombie. That way, I wouldn’t hurt other people. Plus, Dr. Bebe will find a cure for ghoul-ism soon! She's a genius.”

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Colqhoun-
"It's about hurting other people then. I didn't have to make that choice... someone else made it for me. But you would surely hurt somebody under some circumstance..."

[Dr. Jar]

Ashley-

"I don't know if flares are resuable if I put them out..."

He offers Davin, looking at it in puzzlement.

"They're a little hard to put out, I'm not sure if they can be relit afterwards either. I've ground them out on pavement before..."

Ashley seems to want to follow Davin's orders, but he isn't sure what the best course of action would be in this case. For now, he continues to hold it awkwardly in his left hand. It had seen 0 action today besides helping to light the tunnel.

Ashley smiled sheepishly. The expression wasn't at home on his face.

[DKender]

After Colqhoun's second question, he had to think a little harder. "Nuuuuyeeees. Yes. I’d hurt somebody to protect other people or myself. From serious harm. Not, like, just a slap in the face. Do you think that’s the right answer?”

Alex did not mention that he once threw undead Ione off the roof to protect Ashley. That was an apt example, but it would require too much backstory and tears. Especially tears.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

With Ashley,

Davin slipped a bit in the ice beneath the snow. At first he was just amused with himself, but then he took a more stern expression.

Davin-
"God damn it. It got just warm enough this morning to put a sheet of ice underneath this powder. And the hill is getting steeper."

With Alex,

Colqhoun-
"Are there right answers anymore? ... What does damnation mean? If heaven isn't possible, the right answer is whatever you have to do. And trust me, heaven isn't possible..."

[Dr. Jar]

Ashley-
[dice=20]

Ashley managed not to slip and fall on his face, and kept a good clip with reasonable footing. Maybe it was good luck, or maybe he was just finding areas that had a rougher surface.

He decided, probably with his better judgement, to shut up about the flares and keep walking on in silence.[rand=947846238268539381239851750433449567906402517113594576329924166]

[DKender]

“Don't say that! It totally is! Maybe not the heaven that's described during sermons and stuff, but there has to be something good beyond. Where do you think kitten souls go?”

Alex currently swore by a convoluted theory about spirits and afterlife domains that was equal parts imagination and passages from English literature staples. It was apparent that Colqhoun had lost his personal faith, though. He’d replaced it with something bleak that unnerved Alex.

"Oh, watch your step, Sir."

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

With Ashley & the others,

The hill curved steeply down. Huge boughs of vegetation turned into cyclopean snowmen shoving the travelers into the wrecked road. At least this particular street had fewer cars, all wrecked, widely spaced. A few footprints spoke of people living in the neighborhood, but the travelers couldn't hear anyone above the sound of their footfalls and breaths. No one was in sight. For the less dexterous, every tenth step was a slip.


With Alex,

Colqhoun-
"... Don't be absurd."

That motherfucker moved on this snow like Legolas anyway.

[∆§Indea§∆]

Micah trudged through the snow, he slipped less than the other three but got distracted by snowmen like trees along the way. One spare moment, a pile of snow and no prying eyes and he'd be there! He hummed mostly forgotten songs to himself in a sort of mash up, where he'd forgotten parts of one song, he'd hum another. It was a strange melody to be sure but it beat the creepy arse silence. He glanced sulkily at the icy cars and benches, if he tried to show off right now, he'd end up breaking something. One spring morning back home he'd broken his arm. He'd been stuck at home for weeks, a one armed chef was no chef at all. He cast a wary eye at Alex, imagining that the priest had cast some kind of voodoo magic on the kid. Alex was bloody susceptible to anything. Micah wondered if he'd even buy into a pyramid scheme. Micah rubbed his protection tattoo as a ward and kept trucking.

[Dr. Jar]

Ashley-

Ashley moved deliberately and evenly and tried not to think about all the rotten zombie-feet that were probably involved in all of this.

He kept his weapon on hand in the meanwhile, and awkardly carried his flare in the other hand. Maybe real torches were a good idea, but flares were safer and seemed less apt at catching things on fire. And they had a pretty, fireworks-like look to them too.

The only downside is how terrible the smoke smelled. He held it away from his face, on second thought.