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[Video] Entry #2 - Event Day 3

[The camera's pointed at Jay's shoes. Wherever he is, it's carpeted, and it's at least somewhat well-lit. When he finally speaks, it's at a whisper and oddly flat.]

If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...

[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]

...Don't.

[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]

Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.

[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]

Last warning.

[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.

He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.

Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.

There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]

[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.

Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]

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this is the stupidest goddamn thing you've ever done and youve done so many stupid things i honestly cant keep track anymore

this isnt oging to do anything but put people in danger
including yOU

[Between Tim, Georgia, Clementine, the remembered warnings from Michonne, and the fact that he didn't think to bring a bottle he could throw rather than a lighter he had to be on the ground to use, and the fact that the horde's not giving him the opening to jump down that he expected, Jay...might be rethinking his plan.

He's gotten used to the messages from the viewers calling his ideas stupid. It's like white noise at this point. But seeing so many real, solid people say it is more of a wake-up call than Jay'd like to admit ]

okay.

if i stay where i am, what then

thought they'd find the door eventually but they're just

milling around

[WELL THAT'D BE A FUCKING FIRST HUH]

find someplace quiet and just wait

[He's running, and that smoker's cough isn't doing him any favors, but hell if he's about to let Jay change his mind anytime soon. He was smart enough to leave an address.

So Tim's only a few blocks down.]

you took my lighter
i cant believe you

[THIS IS NEW TERRITORY FOR HIM.

He still thinks it might work, though. He's still flicking the lighter. It'd be a shame if it was a good idea and he just gave up because people complained.]

see that would mean i'd have to climb down and

[He attaches an image of a sizable horde of zombies clustering around the outside of the house. More importantly, it's big enough to overlap with the ground under Jay's tree.]

supplies are limited and you weren't exactly using it at the time

[He knows better than to call out and alert the zombies to his presence, but it's a near thing. A fucking near thing, because he's not sure what's worse - the flippancy with which he says it, or the fact that Jay has apparently gone full cat and climbed a fucking tree.

Tim shades his eyes. They form a dense knot at the base of Jay's tree, apparently drawn to the smell of warm flesh.

With a low grunt of frustration, Tim fetches a fist-sized rock, winds back, and wings it as far away from Jay's tree as he can.

It's sufficient in luring some of them away, but not all. Tim ducks behind an abandoned car, punching out a text to avoid calling out and telegraphing his position.]

what the hell was your plan after this point

wait up here until enough of them find the front door that i'm able to climb down

[Jay hears a small object--a ball or a rock or something--hitting leaves, and he watches as a couple zombies break off from the group to investigate.]

wait was that you

what are you doing here
go back
there's somebody else coming
somebody else from here

who

[He's already here. Might as well help. But if there's someone here who can help, someone else, then maybe there's a greater chance of getting Jay to fucking safety.]

don't know their name. only spoken over text so far.

they're bringing stuff to make us both uh

smell like one of those things

so we don't get targeted

the person called them 'walkers' so i assume they're from here

[The more the merrier. As long as Tim doesn't get himself killed.]

GREAT

[He hopes you can hear the yell through the screen, Jay. He so hopes.]

if you die i'm gonna kill you

likewise

you stole my lighter

what was your plan
did you think they were gonna file right in like it was a ride at disneyland

[Jay shoots his phone an ugly look. Like either of them have even been to Disneyland.]

i'll give it back when i get down

i thought if they kept milling around long enough, they'd eventually find their way in.
clearly hasn't been long enough.

they can smell you or see you or both
youre stuck dumbass

[Zombies might have one track minds, but they're sure as hell smarter than that.]

yeah i guessed that but thanks

least they can't climb trees

don't jinx it

["Shh! Don't jinx it."

A million years ago, when they'd had some sort of rapport approaching friendship, before everything else had promptly gone to shit, he'd said the words with almost a lighthearted lift to his usually dour tone.

He stares at the line of text for entirely too long before hitting the delete key, over and over, until it's completely erased.

He settles for peering over the edge of the car instead.]

how many would you say there are right now

eyballing it, somewhere between thirty and fifty

might be way off though

[It almost feels like they're just talking. Like they're just passing the time by sending messages back and forth rather than sitting in sullen silence.

Jay thinks they did this a few times before things went to hell (or even further to hell). The messages were about the case back then, but it felt similar. Passing the time. Throwing ideas back and forth. Trading insults.]

shit.

[Thirty to fifty zombies. Jesus christ.]

and the music's not working

[Thirty to fifty zombies stuck in a house would've been great. Thirty to fifty zombies on the front lawn of the house is terrible.]

looks like it's bringing in even more of them

i'm getting really sick of 80s pop songs up here

i'd say to turn off the stereo but that's a terrible idea

[Great. That's good. That's what makes all of this even better, honestly. The fact that, not only is Jay probably going to die, but he's going to die to the dulcet tones of Rick James.]

well then hold on

[This is...really stupid.

Really stupid.

But he's gonna have to come up with a better distraction than a rock or two, so he scrambles into the car he's been camping out behind and wrenches open the hatch mounted at the steering column.

Time to one-up Jay in terms of poorly thought-out plans.]

[It takes a moment for the gravity of what Tim just said to sink in.]

whatever you're planning, don't
tim
tim seriously don't the house is surrounded you're not getting in

[Tim only spares the message a glance before slipping his phone into his pocket. The wires are a dusted Gordian knot in the steering column and he's not perfect at this, but any hope of setting something on fire for a distraction has vanished along with his lighter. He watched Seth do this once, and even if his memory isn't the greatest, he's gonna do his damnedest to try and replicate what he can.

He still has a flip-knife, even if it isn't much, and the blade makes short work of the insulation. The live wire hisses as it sparks. The process to actually drive the car properly is, if he recalls, more than a little involved, but he's not trying to drive it. He's just trying to make it go.

Ignition and battery twining together in a blend of red and green. And then he just has to rev the engine, and -

And the car roars to life with a throaty gasp of gasoline.]

[Tim's not answering. Tim's not answering, and he needs to answer, because Jay needs to know what he's planning. Jay needs to know what he's planning so he can stop it, because Tim can't get near the house or he'll die.

Jay sees him, barely, hunched over the steering wheel of a car.

The car sputters to life, and Jay decides that since the walkers already clearly know where he is, what with the crowd that formed around the base of the tree, it's not worth keeping quiet anymore.

He whistles, high and piercing. If Tim looks up, he'll see an indignant Jay, pointing at the car and trying to communicate, "What the hell are you doing?" with hand gestures.]

[Tim looks up through the windshield and he glowers - hard and furious enough to melt lead, and hopefully pointed enough for Jay to realize full well that he has no right to be indignant when it is his bullshit plan that Tim is saving him from.

He slams his foot onto the gas pedal. The thing rumbles forward, picking up speed rapidly, with more and more of the zombies turning their attention to both the motion and the sound. The car impacts the first of them with a meaty crunch that sends the thing slobbering and clawing at the window. Tim ducks; the window's shattered clean through and offers no protection.

He's got no clue how to break the steering lock, so the car's just rolling straight ahead without stopping.

Right for the house.]

[No.]

"Tim!"

[The car's heading straight for the house, the house Jay filled with gasoline, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

All he can do is watch. Like always.]

(OOC: Clementine's going to hop in after this post, so as to watch the chaos and help as much as she can.)

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action; alex's cameraman is a Criminal

a SMOOTH CRIMINAL

action; that is now playing on the stereo. confirmed.