Amid all the chaos -- At the library

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Amid all the chaos of the library, Methos remained near the front. Behind him everyone was squabbling and shuffling, trying to force themselves back or move themselves forward.

Around a corner, through the last faint smoke from the explosion of Principal Connor's office, Methos spied a slow-moving figure. "Here it comes!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, then moved forward.

Comments

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*snarling Callisto grabs the zombie by the hair and pulls Sarks dagger across its throat severing its head*

Come to momma!

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"You don't look so tough." Beka snaps out. They don't. Magog are much worse. She takes aim and fires at the zombies.

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue gives Callisto a savage grin. "Nice!" she yells, before letting off two shots.

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*returns an equally savage grin*

Thanks. Not bad yourself, sweetcheek.

*looks for something else to kill*

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*yells over the noise* I think I love you!

*A zombie looms, and he takes out a kneecap*

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[OOC: No! Mine! *snorfle*

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

OOC: Well, do something cool and heroic and sexy and I'll love you too! *falls off chair giggling*

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*yells as she cleaves*

We. Should. Do. Coffee. Sometime!

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Not. Without. Me.

*fires off another blast and watches a zombie fly back against the wall*

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Not the time to discuss my need for a chaperone Beka.

*by now has sword in one hand and dagger in the other, and using gore-splattered to describe her appearance would be an understatement*

*stabbity*

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Not chaperoning *she calls with a fierce, bloody grin* I want to have coffee with you.

*she's holding off the zombies with thwaps of her forcelance when a circle of light appears*

"Rebeka, your weapons."

*her blaster spills out of the halo of light, and her newly charged pulse weapon with it. When she sees it, she thinks of Aeryn and Crichton and Cam and Liz and Janet and Charlie and spares a prayer for their safety.*

Then she flips the forcelance over her hand and back into the holster, and hoists the blaster*

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*chuckles psychotically*

Is this a slaughter or a mixer?

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Both! *she yells and gets back to the dirty business of killing zombies*

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*misses a duck on one of those wicked backswings and now has a nasty cut on her shoulder*

Ow! Shitshitshit!

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Shit. Vala!

Do you need med help?

*fires off a blast at the approaching zombie*

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

No, but I'm heading for the back for something to patch this up...

Re: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka looks for her Ghost-remote to send Vala back through.

Frak. Gods damn it.

She'll have to find it later. It's probably buried under a pile of zombie guts.



(OOC: *grins*)