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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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Languages? What languages?

*heads towards Swerval, holstering her glock, and wincing*

[swerval_zero]

I swear I don' even know any more, nothin' in English an' it's so incredibly frustratin'...we're just lookin' for anythin' squallin useful...

Oh, hey, are you all right?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I'll take a look, but I can't promise anything. Damnit, we need Daniel.

*moves her left shoulder experimentally and bites her lip* Ah. Met zombie and stairs on the way here. And I think the stairs might have won

[swerval_zero]

Ouch. Maybe you should get that looked at.

*heads for the computer* I'm going to look up 'voodoo'. Why didn't I think of that before?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*tries moving again* Ah, yeah. *looks around* Where's Janet get to? Damnit, she's so short...

Good plan. I'll come and help once I've got this seen too...

[swerval_zero]

Swerval.

Last time I saw Janet, she was headed to the dorms after...you, actually.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She found me... we came in together, and I've lost her again. Is that Professor Cregg doing first aid there?

[swerval_zero]

Oh. *glances over* Yeah, it is.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

With all due respect to Professor Cregg, I think I'm gonna go find Janet...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Hey. You make out okay?

Fricking place is crawling with the dead guys.

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, I'm doin' all right. Freaked out and mad at the books, but s'okay.