Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse - Wednesday

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"Hey, everyone," Columbus said in greeting as class filed in. "Sounds like something stranger than usual is happening in town this week, so I'm going to start off class with a reminder of the most important rule of survival. Cardio. If you find yourself in a strange situation and could be hurt, run. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Yes, I realize that there is a time for everyone to be a hero. However there are also times when your life is more important than saving the day."

Columbus leaned back against his desk and pointed at the class. "So I'm going to skip the usual being chased or killing zombies class exercise and I want you all to write an essay on how you will react and qualify a life and death situation. Will you run to fight another day or fight the good fight? Why? What factors would make the decision go in one direction instead of another. When you're done hand it in."

He paused for a moment before adding:

"And hey, let's be careful out there."

Okay, Columbus was a fan of Hill Street Blues. Don't judge.

Everything’s A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 3

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Cindy was not almost vibrating with glee. That was your imagination. She was calm and composed and very professional. Very.

She was also bristling with more hidden guns and other weapons than you could shake a stick--or an electromagnetic rod--at. That might have helped a little.

( So, if any of you have been paying attention... )

Library, Wednesday (8/3)

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It was pretty evident by now that something was going on, and Gabrielle, being Gabrielle, was concerned. Part of her wanted to go out and ask questions, or poke around and try to figure things out, but as these things went in Fandom people tended to turn to the books for more information. She ended up (with some reluctance, it had to be said) deciding that in this case, sticking to her library-aide duties was the better part of valor.

If she wasn't at the collections desk at any given point, she was off in the stacks, making sure everything was in place . . . and doing her best to sweet-talk the library into not spontaneously rearranging itself at any point, because didn't it want to be helpful? Didn't it want the chance to maybe turn out a hero again, because if it came to that she'd make sure it got its fair share of credit?

Uh huh. Thought so.

It was, in its own way, a satisfying enough heroic pursuit. At least Gabrielle was spinning it to herself that way.