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.

[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.

[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.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

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

((WOUNDED COME HERE FOR FIRST AID))

::stands up for an announcement::

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::stands up on a chair, and talks very loud, as blood continues to drip off his... well... everything::

Okay... has anybody seen, say, A book about ::gestures:: so big, bound in human skin, and inked with blood? Necrocolonic or something?

It's just a hunch, but I'd like to know if anybody's seen it...

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Roy looks around, and shouts, "YOU WITH THE AUTOMAIL! UM, EDWARD! MOVE THE BURNED ONES! ANYONE ELSE WITHOUT PROSTHETIC LIMBS, MOVE THE REST!"

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Sakura has moved the last of the still-hot zombies into the pile with magic, and most of the zombie bodies should be over there now.

[[OOC: How high is the pile? Enough to block the door?]]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka eyes Jack. "Looks like things have quieted down for a bit."

He looks at her, covered in blood, and just smiles. "Yeah."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[nods at Methos, looks around] All right, let's settle in for the night. We need some rest. I don't care if you can't sleep. You're going to try.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*Jack lies on the floor, an ugly bruise on his temple. No bites that anyone can see.*

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Roy finds a corner and sits, head back against the wall. He doesn't plan to move for several hours if he can help it.

Even though they itch like hell, he leaves the gloves on just in case. He was worried the arrays on the backs (http://www.asylum-anime.com/accessories/n_fma-gloves.jpg) would be damaged, but it appears this "permanent marker" stuff really is permanent.

[sakuracchyan.livejournal.com]

Sakura, feeling entirely too spooked by the recent attack on the school to sleep, leans against a wall and flips through her cards, keeping her staff out and handy for good measure. She coiled her knees to her chest, looking up every few moments to glance around the room, then going back to her cards.

[swerval_zero]

*comes out of Special Collections, gets tangled in own feet, falls, and gets back up unfazed*

Um, if we're not fightin' zombies right now, we could use some languages help back here.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie slumps down in the corner, gun and cutlass still in hand. He hasn't actually engaged in combat with any zombies tonight, but the adrenaline is wearing off and he's exhausted.

::stands up for another announcement::

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::wipes the blood off his face, just so he might look a little less psychotic, and then stands up::

Alright kids... I'm sure you all did a very nice job protecting the library. Now... you all can take it easy, cause Ash is here to make sure none of those walking meatbags sneak up on you while you sleep. All of you deserve a good night's rest.

It looks like whatever happened, it may just have stopped. Now, I don't want to give you kids false hope, and this might just be a calm before another storm.

::takes his cigar out of his mouth, and extinguishes it against his chainsaw::

But you did me proud, all of ya. Regular freakin' champs. Now get some sleep before the shambling screwheads show their ugly little mugs again!

[janet_fraiser]

"Professor." Janet's voice is firm. He looks exhausted and weary. "Let me see your shoulder, please."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*leans against the library desk, her face pale as she tries to shrug off her outer-shirt*

*hisses with pain when it involves moving her left shoulder*

Damnit.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus storms into the library, his eyes literally blazing and the golden hand device snaking up his arm fairly crackling. Some gore streaks his torso and legs, but he's ignoring it. He's also carrying a broadsword in the other hand, the blade completed covered in rotting flesh. He stops at the sight of so many people.

"Ah. So many managed to survive."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::sits, quietly staring at the 9mm gripped tightly gripped in her hand::

[janet_fraiser]

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

"This is disturbingly gross."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna rushes into the library, per Pheobe's advice. "Anyone dying?"

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe goes over into the Special Collections section and slumps to the floor, making a mental note to e-mail Lois when she has the energy to go back to her room. Krypto-freaks are nothing compared to freaking zombies.

"If anyone needs me? I'll just be over here, closing my eyes and pretending I'm in Maui, with a mai tai and a cabana boy."

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward shuffles back in to the library, loaded down with two bags. Rogue is right behind him.

"We're back, and not dead or zombiefied. And, um, there are still a few roaming zombies, but not too bad. Also, we've got food and some blankets, if anyone needs anything."