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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[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"So." A wry grin pushes through. "How many did you get?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Adrenaline rush fading, Beka shakes her head, equally wry. "I lost count after seven. You?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack is still a bit hyper and jittery, his brain remembers how to do all this but his body is still new. His hands are numb and his joints, wrists, elbows, shoulders and chest ache from recoil.

Jack tries to talk and gags a little when the stench of roasted and decaying flesh floods in and hits his all ready hyped up senses by surprise.

"Huh? Oh um. More than one and less than all?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

A look of concern crosses Beka's face. He's a man, so she can't very well ask if he's all right. And then she realizes it. Of course. Give him someone to take care of. Her.

"Got a bit rough out there." Not nearly so rough as a Magog attack, but they can talk about that some other time, when zombie cries aren't ringing in her ears.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm just all... y'know? My blood's all pumping and everything and my brain knows exactly what to do but my body... I hate being a teenager dammit. Heh, lookit that I'm not usually all talky like this..."

Jack exhales a shuddery breath and a shiver rolls through his spine.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Coming down. Not good. I'm never scared when it's happened. Mad as a wet cat. Bossy, bitchy, threaten people. Afterwards..." She shakes her head, blinks like she's trying to clear her mind. "Talk is good. Helps."

She'd thought she was trying to comfort Jack, but maybe not so much.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"I'm not scared, I'm just... I've been doing this for--" Jack catches himself and suddenly feels like a cradle-robber. Makes a mental note to ask Beka about the age thing. "A long time. But this body isn't used to it so it's freaking out.

Do you have any idea how creepy it is to shake this hard when you're perfectly calm and even kinda blah?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"No. I didn't think you would be scared. Just wound." She puts a hand on his arm. "I don't shake. I get hyper-tense though."



(OOC: He can ask Bek, but I doubt she'd care. Don't know for sure, but one of the things she'd be bound to like about him is his maturity level.)