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[chosen_connor]

The tide is merciless as we rush forward to do battle with the small cadre of living dead that had surrounded Faith, Michael, and myself. I instantly go from Connor-mode to Destroyer-mode. My mind disconnects itself as my body becomes a living weapon

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[faithinherself]

Damn. These things don't much like to die. Though I guess I can understand that, seeing as they've already done it once. But STILL. Vamps are so much more polite about just dusting already. Not havin' a brain really makes these guys slow on the uptake.

Oh well. Not like I mind a little extra decapitation and dismemberment...on their parts.

Far as I can tell, Connor and Mike are still alive, but the zombie crowd doesn't seem to be diminishing. I'm not tired yet and my demon teammates probably aren't either, but if something doesn't turn this tide, we certainly could get that way. And tiredness leads to a more permanent state of dead.

Suddenly, I hear a noise that doesn't sound like inhuman moans and growls...more like engines. Grabbing a jagged piece of concrete out of the nearest rubble pile, I relieve my current foe of his head and scramble on top of the pile.

I only have a second to confirm that vehicles actually are approaching before a creature grabs my ankle and I have to turn my attention back to the battle.

"Hey guys, any reason we should be unhappy about army people getting here?" I holler at Mike and Connor, figuring that the army guys are probably on our side but wanting to double check.

[wicked_xand]

Sam and I as well as Ash mobilized in the jeep and headed toward the screams. I exchanged glances with Ash as he actually smiled and winked at me indicating Sam. I didn't know if he was indicating her for me or that he'd try some chain saw charm on her even though I suspected she wouldn't go for the ol blade n kink routine...actually, hopefully there isn't an old blade n kink routine because that would be just...ok Xander, thinking too much.

I sighed and watched Sam as we neared the battle and spotted a familiar face. "Faith!" I yelled as Sam continued towards the group. Sam turned to me then back and then even Ash agknowledged me. Yes, Ash. I know the slay-happy girl. Actually, I know the slay-er. Yep, I knew slayers because that was my life. But Faith randomly popping up in a zombie ridden city, I wasn't expecting. Although I wasn't that surprised.

The jeep came to a halt and all at once we were in the action. I grabbed my axe and slashed at a zombie who had grasped Faith's ankle. "Morning Faith." I said kicking him back off of her, grabbing the axe back up. I hadn't had time to see what Sam and Ash had done but I did hear the buzz of a chainsaw and flesh being cut down like tree bark, except less horizontal and more in all directions.

[iwouldnt_fear]

The reinforcements pick us up along the way and I sit shotgun and give directions while trying not to be too distracted by the holes being burned into the side of my head by the significantly older but at the very least, interesting guy, sitting behind and to my left. I could be a teenage girl around Quintana, Ash, and Xander, but the soldiers were a completely different story. They don't know me and they already don't like me by default, so I've got to be the icy ball busting bitch to keep a grasp on command. But I've had lots of practice.

No sooner does the jeep pull up to the fight that Xander recognizes one of the fighters, and as soon as I hear her name, so do I. I know my history, afterall. I raise my voice into a barking tone and order our backup soldiers right into the thick of things, pulling my own weapon from the place where it's regularly kept, in the back of my snug pants. I kneel on the hood of the jeep and take expert aim, I've always been an incredible shot, and start taking out the zombies around the edges from about ten feet away, evening up the numbers.

Once I waste a clip I slip the gun back in it's place and dive into the fight, doing what damage is possible with fists and feet. Turns out those two had the right sortof idea when it came to the slice and dice, but atleast I could do quite a bit to immobilize the living dead, who, by the way, are absolutely rank. Of course I'd be the ditz who would forget that dead bodies smell, right?

[chosen_connor]

I see the jeeps tear up to the scene, and hear some man call out Faith's name. Evidently her legacy proceeds her.

Then I hear two sounds that alarm me more than the jeeps and the man.

The first is the roar of something that is very distinct, mainly cause you just don't hear them all the time. A chainsaw. Now, this is a tad alarming, even if the chainsaw IS on our side, they still are a weapon associated with malevolent thoughts.

...granted, there is never really a WEAPON that makes people think warm things.

The other though, this is the sound that alarms me. Gunfire. Even an expert shot might accidentally hit a living person when firing into a crowd of zombies, cause really...in a mass this thick, how were they going to tell the difference.

Not to mention, I really did not want to die by a bullet to the brain.

"Incoming FIRE!" I yell out, hoping Michael can hear me. I'm certain Faith should be fine, as it seems she had already been identified as a group.

I kick out at the nearest zombie and run forward, finding an open space in the onslaught, and leap out, as I dive toward the ground, I press my hand flat and push off...spring my body up into the air and landing, feet first on the hood to the jeep.

I glance down at the soldier inside, and then forward at the woman who just finished firing and who had commenced to start kicking zombie ass.

Might as well skip the pleasantries.

"Connor, thanks for the rescue."

[ash_to_ashes]

As we hit the scene, the kid and I dash head first into the big bad zombie jumble. He runs in one direction toward some filly he seems to recognize, and I dash in the other. Bed to spread out.

Dish the ass kicking proportionally.

I slam the Chainsaw into motion, hoping I still have enough gas to cause enough damage here and get out alive, and start hacking into these dead screwheads.

I've downed about four of them when I see a body flip through the air and land nimbly like a cat on the hood of the jeep behind us.

Thank god it was a living person, and not some new freak acrobat zombie.

"Show off," I mutter.

[demon_half]

Incoming fire? Oh right, gunfire...I was half expecting a blaze of flame or something initially.

"Yeah, thanks for the update!"

I smacked another zombie who was too close in the head and it got stuck facing to the right. Eugh.
Gross gross gross gross.
Finally they started to pin me in too close for comfort.

"Not good, not good, not good"

Quickly I bent down low then sprung upwards into a backflip and landed on undead shoulders. I then proceeded to use the crowd as stepping stones to the jeep which appeared to be the safe spot right now. Like anywhere was safe.

"Excuse me, pardon me, sorry pal, coming through"

On one of the last I pushed my weight down and he hit the ground. I moved into a forward roll and stood up by the jeep my hands up ready to punch out. I looked up at Connor stood on the hood and gave a puzzled look.

"I'm not even going to ask why you're up there", I shook my head and laughed.

[_quintana_]

I released the safety on both my pistols as they still laid in their holsters on my waist. Pulling them free I then took aim and fired four quick shots as I advanced toward the mob. Four bodies hit the gound.

Some escapee from Wringling Brothers circus landed on the roof of the jeep then spoke. Human. The guy from earlier--the one with two normal hands--knew a female we had encountered on sight. She was clobbering the demons with skill and precision as any...slayer would. Great, and also...human-ish. There was one more who was battling against the zombies, so that either made him a rebel zombie...or a live one. He didn't sense as a normal human would, but he was taking out our targets, so he could be the missing link for all I care right now. He sort of used the living dead as steeping stones to get to the jeep, which was very video game-y, but whatever.

I grabbed a rifle away from one of the soldiers and emptied its rounds into a few zombies on the outskirts of the swarm. Holstering one of my own pistols I moved closer to the fight using the rifle as a very effective pummeling instrument and finishing off each zombie with the barrel of the weapon clean through the skull. Uh, 'clean' may not be the right word for it...but they were dead--as in the 'will-not-rise-again' type.

[iwouldnt_fear]

I pause for half a second as a guy who could only be a few years older than me comes flying from the crowd and lands on the hood next to me. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was thrown, but he didn't behave like someone falling. The craziest thing was that he didn't even dent the hood. I had counted him and his two friends as the three civilians amoung the crowd.

"Connor, thanks for the rescue."

I see that the crowd of zomibes is quickly dwindling, unfortunatley not so much because of the soldiers as because of the individuals working on the mob, so I pause from breaking Zombie limbs to do an introduction.

"Samantha. and no thanks needed." These are just my orders, afterall...

A zombie comes running up at me from behind, well, as fast as zombies typically move, and I grab the grill of the truck to use as leverage, swinging my feet up to bring a foot into the zombie's chin, which knocks the sucker's head right off. I look to make sure Faith has backup, and see that Xander has that covered, and before I can look for the third individual, he comes bounding over the crowd and joins us on the other side. well, super powers for everyone...

[faithinherself]

The cool thing about having more people on your side is that it matters less how many aren't on your side. Even I, queen of loners, can admit that. As people started jumping out of the army vehicles and into the fray, I could tell that the zombies were coming more slowly. In one of the ever-less-brief pauses between attacks, I heard my name in a strangely familiar voice.

I looked around as quickly as I could, not really wanting anything to catch me off guard, and was caught off guard by the source of the voice.

"Holy crap, Xander," I started but was cut off by another onslaught of undead. "Guess we'll have to do the meet 'n greet later," I hollered even as I slammed a piece of brick upside a zombie's head.

I took every chance I could get to check out the other people on my team, noting that quite a few of them didn't exactly fight like your garden-variety human. Hey, the more superpowers the merrier, I always say.

I was beginning to wonder why, out of all my demon-fighting connections, Xander was the one to show up here. Why him and not Buffy? And if the army was here, what about Riley? I was getting the distinct feeling that this could turn into one big, awkward family reunion.

[wicked_xand]

Faith finally noticed me but there was no time for explanations or annoyance of her ignoring me because dead and chompy was well, chomping. I punched him back and Faith threw him into the ground and he rolled towards the wall.

"Thanks." I managed to get out as more lunged at me. Ok, this was a little too Dawn of the Dead for me. Maybe I was in a little over my head. I slashed my axe and realized suddenly it was getting me nowhere so I handed it to Faith who would get more use out of it then me.

I backed off but was grabbed from behind, I ducked as Faith beheaded the thing and then looked behind...

"Again, thanks." I said backing towards the jeep.

[iwouldnt_fear]

I don't like all the company on the battlefield. I had to adjust to team work now and again, but really for the most part my crew was less than four people, because who all do I really need to back up my muscle? A few extra hands are nice, but this is too many necks to watch, to many potential asses to be saving. I see one head go under the crowd, and the distraction is enough to make me miss a fist coming at my face.

The blow knocks me backward and I brace myself to hit the hard steel of the jeep and instead hit a warm body that gives a little, and I look up into Xander's face and smile a little.

"nice catch."

[chosen_connor]

As this Samantha woman gets rocked back into axe boy's arms, I look out over the crowd that was amassing. We were doing a good job of keeping them at bay, but for how long?

There were just too many. The soldiers were firing, the Slayer was kicking ass, and the other two were hacking away, but...how do you stop the tide?

We weren't going to beat them all. Not now. We weren't prepared. What we needed was enough of a distraction to get them out of here. But what?

I take time surveying the scene, trying to avoid being grabbed by wandering dead hands while I stand on the hood of the car. Michael is crouched beside me, and I have yet to acknowledge his comment from earlier, but I'm suddenly all business.

I do the bit I did back in the street for Michael, trying to sense out the area. See what I could. There was really nothing though, as the chaos was already all around me.

There was a scent of blood in the air, a familiar smell...one that I felt like I should recognize, and for a moment my eyes are drawn up to the window of an abandoned hotel that sits beyond the mass of battle.

I shake my head and bring my attention back to what was in front of me. There was too much, and I must've just been confused. There was enough blood in the air to confuse a vampire, I shouldn't be different.

But there is nothing. Just the usual appearance of a post-apocalyptic scene. Some trash cans, some bodies...an over turned car.

How was that going to help?

Wait.

I look back at the overturned car. Its underside was facing me. My eyes narrow on the exposed gas tank.

Bingo.

I grab my knife, flip the point up in my hand and throw as hard as possible.

As the knife connects with the metal it pierces a hole in the tank, and a slow leak of liquid spills onto the street.

I turn to Michael.

"Get in the jeep, and duck."

I turn on my heel and seek someone else out. I see him.

"Hey! Chainsaw boy! Can I get a spark?"

[ash_to_ashes]

"Hey! Chainsaw boy! Can I get a spark?"

I am just slicing through some evil ugly's face when I hear that, and turn. It's the kid on the roof of the car. Mister Acrobat himself. What was he ranting and raving about?

Spark? What the hell?

Then I see him motioning over across the street, and my attention shifts.

At first I don't see what he's pointing at, but when there is an updraft of wind and between the smell of decay I catch a hint of gasoline, my eyes zero in.

The gas tank.

I look to my left and see the Kid with the military chick. Beyond them is the ass kicking woman who was here when we arrived and little Miss Vampire thing.

I look to my right and there's plenty of zombies.

"Hey everybody...fall back. We're about to rock this town."

I run a mad swing through the zombie horde, moving as fast as I can, avoiding scratching claws and biting teeth.

As I emerge nearer the car, I kick my feet out and slide my body to the ground.

Skidding across the pavement, I slide near my goal.

A manhole cover.

With my good hand (ha), I pry it up. It's heavy, and I'm surprised I get it, but maybe I'm running on pure adrenaline.

I tuck the manhole cover under my armpit and run to a small puddle of gasoline that has amassed a few feet from the car. I set the edge of the manhole cover in it, and stand.

I raise the chainsaw over my head, and grimace.

I slam my the chainsaw against the edge of the metal.

CLANG

"Come on."

Again.

CLANG

"COME on."

CLANG

"Come...the...fuck...on!"

CLANG

Suddenly it hits. The metal strikes the right way and a flash. A spark leaps forward. It catches the puddle, and ignites.

The flame starts trailing back toward the car.

Oh shit.

I turn and run back toward the jeep as fast as I can.

"Drive sons of bitches, drive!"

[_quintana_]

I don't want to say our efforts were pointless...but I can sure as hell think it.

No matter how many of the sons of bitches we knocked down they just kept coming. It felt like for every one i knocked down, two more would step up and take its place. Still, I kept on, managing to keep my footing on the asphalt which was now slick with blood and...well, I don't know the technical name, so I'll stick with 'brain juice'. These things smelled to high heaven when they were in one piece and being torn open just made it worse.

I heard an order being given, but it wasn't from miss i'm-in-charge-now. While I was in a momentary clear I glanced in his direction as he took out some frustration on a manhole grate. Watching sparks fly and then a flame start up I caught notice of the car...and the direction the flames were headed.

Crap...

I gave one final zombie the barrel of my gun through the eye then ran for one of the jeeps already in motion and hopped on.

[iwouldnt_fear]

I don't catch on to the plan till I see the fire. Great. Those two team up, we're bound to get someone killed. Ash screams at the guys who've already got on the truck, and a few stragglers look at me and blink. Most of them couldn't piss without being given the order to do so. I don't waste any time standing there and start running toward the jeep.

"you heard him! RETREAT!" I've aparently translated chainsaw man's suggestion into thier language because they all drop what they're doing and start running for the jeep. I pile on with Xander and notice immedeatley that things are much more cramped. The jeep jerks into motion and I grab the nearest person to keep them from falling off.

Great, I'm doing the mom-arm now. Next thing I know I'm going to be tucking them in.

[wicked_xand]

Sam fell into me but somehow magically I caught her and she thanked me. Man, she was beautiful.

But there wasn't alot of time for that because Conner starts to scream things and then Ash starts to and soon I'm diving into the jeep, Sam jumping into me, not on because we're too packed in for on or next to...and we motor.

At that moment I have no idea who is driving but it doesn't matter because we are driving away from the explosion.

Her arm flies over me to hold me down as our car careens away through the streets. I look back to see alot of flames and corpses on fire and flaming corpses...and then like a candle in the wind...or a candle lit with kerosene a giant fireball just shot up a bit because of the converging flames. "Wow." I say as I look over to Sam.