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]

*sits beside Cally and pulls her against him*

You handle a gun better then me, Cally.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::snuggles up next to Crichton, and doesn't even pretend it's Cam::

::smiles:: You mean what? ::weak laugh::

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

::holds Cally close and tight::

Of course I mean that. You were helping Cam out long before I got there. You and Liz and Cam found us before we could find you. Pretty damn good.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::another weak laugh:: More like Cameron was helping me out... And Liz was the one who decided to go anywhere... I just wanted to stay all curled up and safe in Cameron's room...

::looks at the gun::

Ummm... is it okay to set this thing down? I, umm... don't know what to do...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*helps Cally set the gun close to her hip*

Seems like we're safe in here. Lots of professors, lots of weapons, lots of students wanting to help. I think we're okay.

And it doesn't matter who decided where to go Cally. You went. You all went and you all made it.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Thanks Crichton. ::laugh, a little stronger before:: Maybe I was too hasty in deciding Cam being the cuter one... ::smile::

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*John laughs this time*

You make sure and tell Cam that in the morning. Wanna sleep? I'll stick close.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Thanks... I think I will, actually. Sleep, I mean... Don't tell Cameron about the cuteness thing... ::smiles, yawning, and raises her pinky::

Pinky-Swear?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

I promise not to tell Cam about the cuteness thing. Don't tell him I'm crap with a gun.

*pinky swears*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

I won't. And thanks. ::kisses Crichton on the cheek, blushes, and then lies down to try and sleep::

[ooc: And I am out for sleep too. Multiple Chars and Zombie Invasion = Brain Death.]