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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[janet_fraiser]

Janet gingerly scrapes samples of dead zombie goo into various containers.

"This is disturbingly gross."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John gives Janet a bottle of water.

"How are you not close to collapse? I'm exhausted and I've not been here as long as you."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet takes the bottle of water gratefully and drinks from it.

"You get used to it after a while," says Janet. "The adrenaline rushes, the weird hours, the nonstop rushing through the latest crisis. If I stopped, I'd probably collapse." She shakes her head. "But trust me. You don't really want to get used to it."

She looks John over, noting his bloodshot eyes and pale skin. "You should get some rest while you can. I've got it on authority that this isn't over yet." She glances over at Liz and Callie. "When we've rested a bit, we can figure out what's going on with Aeryn."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John yawns and nods sluggishly. "I think I might. Sleep I mean."

He shakes his head and closes his eyes. "I'm sure Aeryn's okay. I mean, I sure as hell hope she is. She is. I hope she is."

He smiles one last time at Janet before trudging away.

[janet_fraiser]

She's okay, John. And if she's not okay, we'll MAKE her okay.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

I've seen worse battlefields.

*watches as Janet scrapes*

Need a hand?

[janet_fraiser]

*mutters knowingly* Tell me about it.

Thanks. *hands Callisto a sturdy pair of twezers and some plastic baggies* Go wild. Just don't take teeth. We'll need some way to identify the bodies when all of this is done.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*takes the tweezers and baggies from Janet*

No teeth. Gotcha.

*starts taking sample from the various corpses littering the floor, as well as checking their pockets for ID or anything valuable useful*

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::walks over, covered in Zombie goo::

You think that's something, sugar, you should see what happens when somebody accidently swallows an eyeball. ::laughs a somewhat maniacal laugh::

[janet_fraiser]

*raises an eyebrow* You're experienced in this sort of thing I take it, Mr. Ash?

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::winces for a moment as he pulls his wrist-stump out of the chainsaw::

You don't get an anti-souvenier like this playing water polo, sugar.

[janet_fraiser]

Glad you're on our side, then.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Glad to be around, sugar. Glad to be around.

::rubs stumpy wrist::

You kids did good, for a first time. ::looks down at himself:: I'm, uhhh... I'm gonna go find the locker-room shower. This stuff is starting to cake on.

::wanders off::

[ooc: so. very. braindead. must. sleep.]

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe makes a face, poking the zombies cautiously. "Majorly gross, and yet you're still touching them."

[janet_fraiser]

"I know. Pretty sad, aren't I?" Janet grins wearily at Chloe's face. "You did good tonight."

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe chuckles lightly. "Not as good as some of you guys did. But thanks."

[janet_fraiser]

"You found a weapon you could use, instead of something that you couldn't, and you did something with it." Janet smiled at Chloe. "And you didn't break down when the zombies came in. I call that doing good."

[mycanonhatesme]

That gets a full laugh from Chloe. "I think I broke down there for a few seconds. But, yeah, I guess you've got a point." She looks at Janet. "Thanks."

[janet_fraiser]

"You're welcome," says Janet. "Talk about weird. I've seen a lot, but I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like this."

[mycanonhatesme]

"Me neither. God, I thought I came from the weirdest place in the world, but everything here just keeps topping it. If something out there is trying to send me a message, they really can stop, because I've gotten the point," Chloe says, shaking her head.

[janet_fraiser]

"I think we all came from the weirdest place in every world," says Janet. "Most of us, anyway. But this place is still weirder, you're right." Janet sighs and finishes the last of her--ick--zombie samples. The bag squishes slighly as she puts it behind the desk with the others. "So what's the message being sent, do you think?"

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe makes another face as the bag starts squishing. "Maybe that we should all have more respect for where we came from, because no matter how bad things might have been there, they could always be worse?"

[janet_fraiser]

"Not a bad idea," says Janet. She drapes something over her sample bags to hide them from view and peels zombie-covered latex gloves off her hands. "Ick. Want to be there's a run on hot water as we all take showers when this is done?"

[mycanonhatesme]

"I didn't even think of that, but I bet there will be. Here's hoping the school is equipped for emergency cleaning situations."