In a tower room (not Principal Connor's)

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory Paris shoves open a door after walking up seemingly thousands of stairs. She had already nearly slapped Logan Aaron on a couple occasions, but had decided it wasn't worth her energy. They were on a mission.

The room is small, and dusty, and Paris immediately positions herself in front of the window, peering through a pair of binoculars.

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Radio Check

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

You two all set up there? See anything yet?

Re: Radio Check

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Nope, nothing yet. Over," Rory Paris says, not moving her binoculars or her gaze.

[fh_jackass]

Aaron positions himself behind Paris, leaning forward and nearly resting his head on her shoulder. "See anything?" he asks in a low, husky voice.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"No," she says flatly. She jabs an elbow backwards into his ribs.

[fh_jackass]

Aaron moves deftly so the elbow jab is only a glancing blow. Looking out the window, he sees the vortex descending. "Holy mother of God," he whispers. "What on earth is that?" Yanking the radio from Paris's hand, he pushes the talk button. "John. Something's coming. Don't know what it is, but it looks nasty."

INTEL Folks!

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the heads up you two! The zombies have arrived. A little warning would have been good.

Stop flirting, start intel...ing.

Do you need to come back and fight where I can keep an eye on you?

Re: INTEL Folks!

[fh_jackass]

"John, there's something descending and it doesn't look good. The highest tower room - looks like some kind of swirling vortex," Aaron says into the radio.

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Is that gun you brought just for looking pretty, or are you going to USE IT?" Paris shouts, cocking her own gun and taking aim. For some reason, her fingers don't fit the trigger the way she's used to - they seem too long and thin - but she manages to shoot several zombies down anyway.

Re: INTEL Folks!

[fh_jackass]

Aaron raises his shotgun. Taking careful aim, he points it out the window and manages to take the head of a zombie. "Ha!" he shouts, and pulls the shotgun back to reload.

Re: INTEL Folks!

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Nice antique. Did you get it from Davy Crockett?" Paris shouts, shooting down three more zombies with her automatic.

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[(Anonymous)]

Within the zombie army he begins to see strange glints, as though the faint light were reflecting off of something.

Then a mass of zombies steps forward and he can see why:

They've got weapons.

Re: INTEL Folks!

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Shit," Paris says. "Get down!" she screams, pushing Aaron down onto the floor so that they won't be seen.

Re: INTEL Folks!

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Give that back," Paris says, snatching the radio from Aaron. "Colonel? I saw them approaching but someone had get trigger-happy over that thing announced over the PA system. But yes, I repeat, we have zombies.. Over."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory wakes up at some point later. She realizes she must have fallen asleep, and then the entire night comes rushing back to her.

"I thought I was Paris? And Logan thought he was his...dad?" she asks aloud. She glances over at Logan's prone body, and gasps. She checks the back of his head, recalling hitting him with her gun...her gun.

She picks up the gun after checking on Logan, and cautiously opens the door.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Logan's mun is out for the night, hence the unconsciousness. I think it's okay if we move him down to the clinic.]

[chasingangela]

Angela has followed Rory upstairs, along with Marty and Rose. She keeps nervously fingerng the gun Marty had given her as she looks around the tower room.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory kneels next to Logan, looking like she's going to start crying again. She sets her own gun down next to her and looks up at the others.

"He's not bleeding or anything, and he's breathing, but I definitely think we need to get him to the clinic."

[aroseintime.livejournal.com]

"That's probably not a bad idea."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty checks his pulse and rubs his knuckles on Logan's chest. Logan moans.

"He'll be fine. He didn't break anything did he?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so. As far as I know, his only injury is on the back of his head. And I know I didn't hit him that hard. Paris has good control over her muscles. He should probably just be out for a few hours."

[chasingangela]

"I think you're right." Angela gently fingers the goose egg on Logan's head. "You -- or, um, Paris-you -- really knew how to swing that thing, huh?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Paris is very...volatile," Rory says, hesitantly. "And I apparently am really good at just...clocking people."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Let's get him to the clinic.

{OOC: I've got a post ready to go. You want me to open it up there?}

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Go for it!]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Go HERE (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/15914.html)

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty follows keeping an eye out for anything... well undead.

"I'm still a little confused. What happened to Logan?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Um. I hit him with the barrel of my gun?" Rory says hesitantly. "We both thought we were other people - it was that food, from the fundraiser. Some of it was drugged, and it made us think we were people we don't like. So I thought I was my friend Paris, and Logan was...I guess his dad? And he hit on me - except I was Paris, who doesn't know that Logan's my...well, that he's allowed...and so I clocked him," she says, a shrill tone sneaking into her voice.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives Rory a reassuring smile.

"Rory if that's the freakiest thing you've done since you got here, you've got miles to go before you reach the rest of us. He's going to be okay."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory manages a wavery smile. "You sure?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"In the past week I thought I was Principal Connor, got a chicken for a pet and had my girlfriend shoot me right before I asked her to homecoming. That doesn't include running through town fighting Zombies. I won't even TELL you about last week."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Only one of these statements registers as a surprise to Rory.

"Angela's your girlfriend? It's like, official?" she whispers happily.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles.

"Could change at any moment... but I'm pretty sure it is."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yay!" she says, cracking a real smile for the first time in hours.