Reposted from Library thread, by request.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

An inhuman, echoing voice bellows through the library, "Do NOT shoot me. It's Medusa. If you need out, I can get you out and to safety."

An enormous snakelike form pulls up outside the library window, crushing zombie bodies underneath it. Her hands enter the window, jerking the jam right out of the wall and widening the opening. Boiling water pours out underneath her, but she doesn't seem to notice.

"If you want out, climb aboard, and I'll get you into town."

Comments

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna be in therapy for the rest of my natural life."

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

You said it, man. *is dazed*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Maybe the Principal will pay for them...

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*thinks about Principal Connor doling out free therapy sessions*

*shudders*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*spots Crichton* I think we all are...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

We should create a twelve step program to go along with it.

1. Lots of alcohol
2. Lots of alcohol
3. Lots of alcohol
4. Lots of alcohol

And well, you get the hint.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I think I can add some variety... chocolate and sex do wonders, y'know.

I owe Phoebe Halliwell a drink at least... *looks worried* As long as she's okay.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Chocolate I could definitely add. Sex...well, you know me.

*smiles sheepishly*

How's the arm?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Yeah, well for those of us who indulge...

*sighs* I've lost all feeling in the arm thanks to the shoulder pain. I'll try for some drugs off Janet once she's not so busy with the evacuation

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*winces in sympathy*

I could kill for a pain pill right now. Tell me, this cut thing over my eye. Bad? Stitches? Janet's not gonna use the big needles is she?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*looks at him*

*is perfectly serious* I think she's gonna have to use the big needles for that, John.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Well. Crap.

That's gonna hurt. It better leave a cool scar or something.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*can't help it and giggles* No, I think you're safe from the needles actually. Unless she's feeling really cranky...

[flinkmeister.livejournal.com]

"Um, if you find one, uh, could you pass me on a recommendation or something? Cuz mine is kinda a long way away and I don't really think I'm gonna recover this on my own. Maybe we could, uh, go into group or something?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth giggles slightly. "Zombie Survivors Anonymous, perhaps?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Group actually sounds good. We all went through this together. Think maybe we should start a school club when the zombies go away?"

[flinkmeister.livejournal.com]

"I'll totally be faculty sponsor. If you want. I mean, if you need it."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John nods, shuffling Mr. Flinkman's suggestion into his mind.

"Well, with interest and a faculty advisor, we should have enough to start a club. Thanks, Mr. Flinkman!"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Certainly not the type of bonding experience I had hoped for."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I was kind of hoping for something with pillows, blankets, and things that smelled nice."

John looks down at his ruined shirt and pants.

"But zombie goo is good too."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Yes, and I was hoping for something involving Cam naked good company, a good supply of rum and several hours of peace and relaxation." Archie grimaces at his ripped and filth-caked uniform. "I hope I can get this replaced somewhere in town."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

I know a tailor that could help you out. This--

*motions to his ripped, zombie-innards covered trenchcoat*

--this is just ruined.