Time to Get to Work?

[itsananimalthing]

[Riddick happens to be pretty damn good at psychic network projections. So when he sends this out, when the screaming starts, there's sound to go with it. No visual, because he's not that mean, but he'll offer it if anybody wants it. So his thought-voice, which sounds a whole lot like his speaking voice except maybe slightly less gravelly, is punctuated by screams, groans, and the occasional screech of brakes and crash of metal.]

So I guess this is what we're here for. There's some crazy cannibal people out here in the streets tryin' to eat other people. Or somethin'. I got head-pictures, if anybody wants 'em. I guess if you wanna fight, feel free to get out here and fight.

If you don't, better stay inside and lock the doors. This don't look like it's gonna be a lot of fun for folks who ain't interested in a little head-bashing.

[His last word is accompanied by the sound of something both wet and crunchy. Maybe it's actually a head-bashing. Who knows?]

Comments

[willyousee]

[The alarm sharpens.] Walking dead? How is that possible?

[Fear spikes high enough to break through the calm.] Robin!

[turbedon]

I'm okay, I'm up as high as I can go, God bless tall buildings and window cleaners. [Amazing how his mental voice can be both calm and just a bit freaked out.]

To answer your question - I'm not sure if they're actually dead... but judging by the way they're behaving, I'd say whatever virus they've been infected with has effectively killed their brains. Or most of them at least. They're... they're not acting like humans, I can say that for certain.

[willyousee]

Blessed Elua... Is there no way to subdue, or talk them down?

[Someone may be googling "virus" and getting approximately a billion results.]

If it's an illness, might it be curable?

[turbedon]

Not without getting bitten and torn to pieces. [He feels a bit nauseated because... yeah. Even that's more than he's seen in his many years serving under Batman.] People aren't staying traught and it's chaos in the streets right now. Kiiiiinda getting the feeling their panicking is just working up the zombies more.

[willyousee]

[You are so not alone there, Dick.]

I'll try to find out more information about this illness. Is there anything else those of us who cannot fight should be doing to help? There doesn't seem to be any access to magic in this world, so that limits our options.

[turbedon]

In all honesty, right now? All non-combatants would be really helpful just by staying off the streets. Maybe try calming everyone else around you if you can because panic is the key ingredient for disasters - heavy on the dis.

[willyousee]

Of course. Any Travelers in need of company are welcome in my room, and if necessary we will adjourn to a larger space. Join us if you can, Robin, or find someone to fight with? Please don't try to take the enemy by yourself!

[turbedon]

I'm fine, I've been doing this sort of thing since I was 9. [His 'voice' is warm though, deliberately soothing and calm as he slowly gets the hang of just squishing down any panic he might feel and taking some small comfort in Alcuin's worry for him.]

[willyousee]

[ Well that explains the physique, but by Cammael's sword... his 'voice' softens, still concerned, but giving way before the greater knowledge. ]

You bear no extra protection as a Traveler. Just... please be cautious.

[turbedon]

Don't worry, I'm getting the hang of this. They're pretty slow, it's just a matter of concentrating on them instead of the screamers.

I'll see you at the hotel later.