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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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John drops his gun by his feet.

"Sure, no problem." He tips the bottle up to Elizabeth's lips, careful not to spill water on her. "Tell me when to stop."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

There's something which sounds like a muffled "stop" through the water.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John stops quickly.

"Arm hurts, huh? Did you get bit or stuck or clubbed or something?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth flushes, and looks away.

"I might have fallen down the stairs..."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John doesn't laugh, instead waving a dismissing hand at the injury.

"That's nothing. I fell down the stairs when I was ten, bashed the banister with my nose and fell onto my cat who promptly scratched me. Stairs? Are LETHAL enemies. When these zombies clear out, I'll go back and shoot the hell out of those stairs for you."

John hopes for some kind of laugh at his stupid story.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth giggles slightly. "There's a reason I prefer dogs. My cousin had a cat, and it didn't like being poked by a six year old...

"And thanks for the offer for the stairs. I also think what I think was zombie gore at the top deserves some of the blame... running from one, slipped, grabbed hold of the bannister to avoid falling into the one at the bottom. I think wrecking my shoulder is better than being zombie!dinner"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Zombie gore, huh? These guys obviously ate at the cafeteria. Yuck. Found Janet and she'd tending to Professor Methos but she's on her way.

I was just gonna watch tv and fall asleep tonight. Not fight World War Zombie. My father is going to pay for my therapy."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"That's okay... no rush." She sways slightly on her feet, grabbing onto John with her good arm to steady her. "I hope she's got some good drugs with her.

"I don't think I had any plans tonight. Nothing solid at least. Probably would have done the same as you. And I'm planning on charging the AF. And I'm going to do it with glee"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John steadies Elizabeth as Janet examines her. "See, I think Janet's in a good mood so she won't even be breaking out the big needles. What luck."

"We should find the most expensive therapists in the country, who charge by the hour, and just continually keep going to them for no reason whatsoever."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth bites her lip. "If said big needles were connected to vials with good drugs, I'd welcome them tonight.

"And that sounds like a good plan. As long as his name isn't MacKenzie"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John, noticing that Charlie's arrived, smiles slightly. "You all right then? Charlie's here and I kind of stink. I just wanted to make sure you were all right."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She manages a tired smile. "I am. Thank you, John." She looks across the room. "Ah, do you mind checking on Cally for me? She didn't want to do this really..."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John nods and steps away. "I'll head right over. Feel better."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. I'll see you later"