Dead zombies litter the ground (at the library -- yes, still)

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

The first wave seems to have subsided. Methos lowers his sword so the tip is touching the ground. Bloody streaks down the outside of his sweater.

Small puddles of flame flare here and there mark charred zombie bodies.

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[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia follows close behind Rogue, a decapitated body hefted over her shoulder.

"Front door? Uhhhh..." She re-adjusts her grip and heads for the doors.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"So," Rogue says, grunting a little with the strain of dead zombie. "What message did you have for me?"

[[OOC: Let's just keep it here for the sake of continuity...]]

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia drop the body at the pile, taking a moment to brush zombie matter from her cheek.

"Oh...I vas in town, earlier, and met up vith a girl named Shane. She...*groans and heaves up another body* she vanted me to tell you that she vas alright. She vas going to stay behind and help vith the people who stayed in town...she's vith Az- uh, Mr. Phale, from the bookshop, and a small group from the police station."


[OOC: No problem. Cut & paste is my friend. :D]

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Though she's sweaty and covered in zombie goo, Rogue manages to smile. "That's good. Thank you for tellin' me." She smiles brightly again, then starts hauling more dead body parts around. No time to stand around, no matter how much she may want to.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia smiles back at Rogue. "Glad to be of service."

She helps Rogue haul a body into the pile before heading back into the library.

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Roy picks up a head that was left on the ground from Sonia's zombie, and carries it by the hair, trying not to look down at it.

"Front door, yeah. The other door leads to Special Collections. Looks like we'll at least have some interesting reading material while we wait."

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia follows his directions and dumps the bodies.

"You know, I'm reminded of an old saying..."May you live in interesting times." Actually, it's more of a curse. Vell, I think that *that* idea of interesting can be applied to this school."

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

"Haven't heard that one. Does sound like a curse." He kicks a burned, but no longer smoking zombie body toward the pile. It takes a few kicks, but luckily he wore boots today.