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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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor breathes in and then out, hard.]

Fall back, everyone. Wounded over to the desk, everyone else gather and move towards Special Collections.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::stomps into the library, dripping with blood from head to toe, his chainsaw still running, a cigar lit in his mouth. He has a cellphone in his left hand::

Gah! Come on you primitive piece of... I was sure I had Shaun on speed-dial. He's gonna be SO pissed he missed this. ::throws his cellphone across the room::

Yo, you little battle-monkeys need any help in here?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*flicks blood off her weapons, then grabs a random piece of cloth to clean them with*

All gone? Such a pity, that was fun.

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*steps cautiously over variously gutted and charred bodies. The gun remains up and ready*

Janet? You said you had a first-aid kit? I think it's needful over here.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*Methos starts herding people towards Special Collections. The sword -- streaked with blood and zombie-goo -- is something most people want to avoid*

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Mustang, sweaty and smelling like smoke and ash, starts looking around for anything still burning. Every time he finds a flame he removes the oxygen from the air around the fire, extinguishing it.

Some of them are still hot to the touch, however, and would be dangerous to move.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Janet's over here: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/131628.html]

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I agree! The God of Death was feelin' a little unloved, if ya know what I mean. *grins*

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue tries to organize those able to move the deader bodies around. "Okay, if you're alive, and you're not wounded, up here!" She motions to the zombies. "If it twitches, shoot it. If it doesn't, pile them in front of the door. Make sure you can get back in afterward, though." She starts hauling the dead things toward the door.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Methos. [looks at him] Your arm.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*laughs back*

A man after my own heart.

Callisto.

[sakuracchyan.livejournal.com]

Reversing her staff back into the tiny inch-tall "portable" version of itself, Sakura replaces it around her neck and aids Rogue in moving the "dead" zombies toward the door.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

CJ stands up after bandaging up aka_vala and looks around for more wounded.

((WOUNDED COME HERE FOR FIRST AID))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*tugs aside the torn arm of his sweater jumper, and brushes the blood of the unblemished skin below*

Must've missed me.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Nope, looks like we're safe for now.

*still twitching and picking at bandage on shoulder*

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo Maxwell, at your service, ma'am. *grins and bows*

Nothin' like knockin' off a few zombies to liven up my Friday night! How many'd you get?

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward transmutes his blade back into an arm and grabs part of a zombie corpse to start dragging it towards the door.

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

"Careful of the heat. Nobody with bare hands should touch the burned ones. Kick it over if you have to."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[squints at him] Even so, their bites can't affect you, can they?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[OOC: As in Shaun of the Dead? Shouldn't we be in a pub?]

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

CJ's got supplies back behind the desk...

*shrugs her bandaged shoulder*

*winces*

Send anyone there.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Rogue says, grunting as she moves a dead body. "Give us a hand. We're barricading the door with the dead...well, the one's that aren't moving anymore."

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia follows close behind Rogue, a decapitated body hefted over her shoulder.

"Front door? Uhhhh..." She re-adjusts her grip and heads for the doors.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Your guess is as good as mine. In... quite a few years, I've never encountered zombies.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Not nearly enough.

*grimaces*

And, uh, Vala, but that was an accident.