August 20 - Reality Check For the Quarry Camp
Title: Reality Check For the Quarry Camp (part nine of Watch the Fall of Humanity)
Author: 3am_moonlight aka mirrored_illusions.
Summary: Buffy meets Shane and tries to talk security with him.
Crossover: The Walking Dead, Rimfrost.
Characters: Buffy Summers, Shane Walsh, Rime, Lori Grimes.
Rating: Gen
Word count: 1291
Challenge: The 2016 August Fic-a-Day. Day 20.
Timeline: Post-Chosen for BtVS, season one for TWD, post-Rimfrost.
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse, TWD and Rimfrost belong to someone with big, scary lawyers.
A/N: This is probably a little jumbled, but my mind has been scattered all day and I don't have time to edit it anymore.
Buffy would usually go days, or occasionally up to a week, without sleeping if the situation called for it. Her sleeping patterns had changed drastically after Willow used black magic to resurrect her; afterwards she hadn’t just felt like she was in her own personal hell, but more and more she was unable to find even temporary salvation in dreams. She had been able to sleep less and less, and when she was able to sleep her dreams were often of the prophetic kind which wasn’t conducive at all to the healing sleep she needed. First she had stayed awake for about two days before being able to rest for a full night, but soon her respite had gone one hour at a time until she was lucky if she got three full hours.
It was both a blessing and a curse, one of the upsides to it was that she had gotten much less tired after receiving the additional power from the Shadowmen and then, not long after, another boost from the Slayer Activation Spell. Faith had told her she didn’t tire much either after that, but the change had been different for her. It also meant she didn’t lose five to eight hours a day to sleep, meaning she got a lot more done. Still, most of the time she would’ve rather have a full night of rest. At least that’s what she’d wanted Before. Now it was a key reason as to why she and Rime were still alive, and it would be a key reason to keep the dumbasses outside the city alive as well.
Last night however she had gotten into a bed and made sure to get a few hours of rest despite having slept the night before, to her own shock she had actually been successful in this endeavour. Rime had graciously agreed to keep watch for the few hours Buffy would be asleep. Which naturally meant she was subjected to a Slayer Dream regarding the future of the Quarry Camp, and if the little she saw was any indication they were even bigger fools than she had thought.
Camping in the woods with no protection what-so-ever? No walls, fences, or even using cars and buildings as a first defence, half the people sleeping in *tents*? Using *guns* as their primary weapons? Had these people ever heard of *self-preservation*? Buffy felt like banging her head against the nearest surface. Instead she began mentally planning how to get these people into a more offensive state of mind, rather than just reacting in defense.
By first light she had an outline, but focused on getting Rime, Andrea, and Glenn out of the furniture store and into the two cars waiting for them outside. One of them was Buffy’s car; a four wheel drive Jeep she’d had Before and which was thankfully in good working order, the other was a FedEx van they had filled with various supplies. Andrea and Glenn would drive that one while Buffy and Rime took her car.
When they finally reached the campsite several hours later they had stopped once to raid a sporting goods store for any number of things they needed for the group’s continued survival. Including but not limited to knives, swords, katanas, scabbards, sheaths, crossbows, arrows, crossbow bolts, books on surviving in various natural regions and all kinds of weather conditions.
Upon their arrival at the camp Andrea was enthusiastically greeted by her younger sister and Glenn was left to introduce them, and share the news of the supplies she and Rime had stolen from various places within the city. That news had been greeted with great eagerness and approval. Her disapproval of their lack of any defenses was less welcome.
“Why have you pitched tents when you *know* there are corpses walking around just waiting to find and *eat* all of you? Do you have any idea how vulnerable you are inside that little piece of canvas?” She should probably have waited at least an hour before starting in on them, but really. This was way beyond ridiculous, and the fact that they had stayed here for eight weeks without getting ambushed was a miracle. It was a small mercy that all the vampires seemed to have gone poof soon after the infection broke out, or they would’ve been in even bigger trouble.
A dark haired man in a blue striped shirt, several days worth of scruff, and a necklace with a ‘22’ on it jumped right in and defended what she quickly understood to be his decisions.
“Easy, girl. We’re relatively safe out here. A few walkers have come close to the camp but we have a sentry to keep watch.” Buffy actually rolled her eyes at that, and vaguely thanked herself for changing into a blue tank top and that she left her hair loose rather than in the twin braids she’d had it in when she met the others. The numerous sheaths and holsters all over her body helped to give the impression she wasn’t as helpless as she would’ve looked otherwise. Thereby giving her words more validity.
“That won’t help much if the camp gets overrun. The guard will have to yell to get everyone's attention, and that will also get the attention of all the other walkers in the vicinity. Meanwhile the people in the tents will be sitting ducks whether they stay inside or if they try to get out. They’ll be vulnerable and easy prey.” She resisted the urge to cross her arms below her chest like an indignant teenager.
“If you’re going to stay somewhere this unsafe the least you could’ve done is make sure everyone slept in the cars, the RV, or somewhere high enough that the walkers can’t get them.”
Unsurprisingly everything went downhill from there, and when the time came to sleep for the night the asshat chose to very deliberately and very blatantly go to and enter his tent. Lori, supported by Rick, who it turned out was Lori’s husband, asked if they could sleep in the back of the FedEx van rather than the tent she and her son, Carl, has slept in up until that point. Andrea and her sister Amy asked if they could sleep in the front seats of the same van. Buffy permitted both, along with allowing Glenn to sleep in the backseat of her Jeep while Rime took one of the front seats.
About half of the people in the camp who had slept in tents so far ended up staying inside a vehicle that night, while others agreed with Shane and went to their own tents. The new arrangements were much more intimate than the older one, but it provided more shelter and protection. Buffy herself spent the night on the hood of her car, keeping watch from a lower position than the sentry on top of the RV.
Over the next few days Buffy, supported by Rime, the two elder Grimes’, Morales, Glenn, Andrea, Amy, T-Dog, and Jacqui, tried to make the campsite more secure. It wasn’t an easy task, and the preferable thing would’ve been to leave the area entirely. Unfortunately that idea was shot down by more people than just Shane.
Then, five days after her arrival, she was out in the woods hunting for deer along with Daryl, Merle’s younger brother, who proved himself to be a competent tracker and hunter. He turned out to be a slightly more friendly version of his brother, but without the racism and without most of the sexism. He was easier on the eyes as well.
When they neared the camp after having managed to shoot a deer, Buffy suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of screaming and gunshots.
Author: 3am_moonlight aka mirrored_illusions.
Summary: Buffy meets Shane and tries to talk security with him.
Crossover: The Walking Dead, Rimfrost.
Characters: Buffy Summers, Shane Walsh, Rime, Lori Grimes.
Rating: Gen
Word count: 1291
Challenge: The 2016 August Fic-a-Day. Day 20.
Timeline: Post-Chosen for BtVS, season one for TWD, post-Rimfrost.
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse, TWD and Rimfrost belong to someone with big, scary lawyers.
A/N: This is probably a little jumbled, but my mind has been scattered all day and I don't have time to edit it anymore.
Buffy would usually go days, or occasionally up to a week, without sleeping if the situation called for it. Her sleeping patterns had changed drastically after Willow used black magic to resurrect her; afterwards she hadn’t just felt like she was in her own personal hell, but more and more she was unable to find even temporary salvation in dreams. She had been able to sleep less and less, and when she was able to sleep her dreams were often of the prophetic kind which wasn’t conducive at all to the healing sleep she needed. First she had stayed awake for about two days before being able to rest for a full night, but soon her respite had gone one hour at a time until she was lucky if she got three full hours.
It was both a blessing and a curse, one of the upsides to it was that she had gotten much less tired after receiving the additional power from the Shadowmen and then, not long after, another boost from the Slayer Activation Spell. Faith had told her she didn’t tire much either after that, but the change had been different for her. It also meant she didn’t lose five to eight hours a day to sleep, meaning she got a lot more done. Still, most of the time she would’ve rather have a full night of rest. At least that’s what she’d wanted Before. Now it was a key reason as to why she and Rime were still alive, and it would be a key reason to keep the dumbasses outside the city alive as well.
Last night however she had gotten into a bed and made sure to get a few hours of rest despite having slept the night before, to her own shock she had actually been successful in this endeavour. Rime had graciously agreed to keep watch for the few hours Buffy would be asleep. Which naturally meant she was subjected to a Slayer Dream regarding the future of the Quarry Camp, and if the little she saw was any indication they were even bigger fools than she had thought.
Camping in the woods with no protection what-so-ever? No walls, fences, or even using cars and buildings as a first defence, half the people sleeping in *tents*? Using *guns* as their primary weapons? Had these people ever heard of *self-preservation*? Buffy felt like banging her head against the nearest surface. Instead she began mentally planning how to get these people into a more offensive state of mind, rather than just reacting in defense.
By first light she had an outline, but focused on getting Rime, Andrea, and Glenn out of the furniture store and into the two cars waiting for them outside. One of them was Buffy’s car; a four wheel drive Jeep she’d had Before and which was thankfully in good working order, the other was a FedEx van they had filled with various supplies. Andrea and Glenn would drive that one while Buffy and Rime took her car.
When they finally reached the campsite several hours later they had stopped once to raid a sporting goods store for any number of things they needed for the group’s continued survival. Including but not limited to knives, swords, katanas, scabbards, sheaths, crossbows, arrows, crossbow bolts, books on surviving in various natural regions and all kinds of weather conditions.
Upon their arrival at the camp Andrea was enthusiastically greeted by her younger sister and Glenn was left to introduce them, and share the news of the supplies she and Rime had stolen from various places within the city. That news had been greeted with great eagerness and approval. Her disapproval of their lack of any defenses was less welcome.
“Why have you pitched tents when you *know* there are corpses walking around just waiting to find and *eat* all of you? Do you have any idea how vulnerable you are inside that little piece of canvas?” She should probably have waited at least an hour before starting in on them, but really. This was way beyond ridiculous, and the fact that they had stayed here for eight weeks without getting ambushed was a miracle. It was a small mercy that all the vampires seemed to have gone poof soon after the infection broke out, or they would’ve been in even bigger trouble.
A dark haired man in a blue striped shirt, several days worth of scruff, and a necklace with a ‘22’ on it jumped right in and defended what she quickly understood to be his decisions.
“Easy, girl. We’re relatively safe out here. A few walkers have come close to the camp but we have a sentry to keep watch.” Buffy actually rolled her eyes at that, and vaguely thanked herself for changing into a blue tank top and that she left her hair loose rather than in the twin braids she’d had it in when she met the others. The numerous sheaths and holsters all over her body helped to give the impression she wasn’t as helpless as she would’ve looked otherwise. Thereby giving her words more validity.
“That won’t help much if the camp gets overrun. The guard will have to yell to get everyone's attention, and that will also get the attention of all the other walkers in the vicinity. Meanwhile the people in the tents will be sitting ducks whether they stay inside or if they try to get out. They’ll be vulnerable and easy prey.” She resisted the urge to cross her arms below her chest like an indignant teenager.
“If you’re going to stay somewhere this unsafe the least you could’ve done is make sure everyone slept in the cars, the RV, or somewhere high enough that the walkers can’t get them.”
Unsurprisingly everything went downhill from there, and when the time came to sleep for the night the asshat chose to very deliberately and very blatantly go to and enter his tent. Lori, supported by Rick, who it turned out was Lori’s husband, asked if they could sleep in the back of the FedEx van rather than the tent she and her son, Carl, has slept in up until that point. Andrea and her sister Amy asked if they could sleep in the front seats of the same van. Buffy permitted both, along with allowing Glenn to sleep in the backseat of her Jeep while Rime took one of the front seats.
About half of the people in the camp who had slept in tents so far ended up staying inside a vehicle that night, while others agreed with Shane and went to their own tents. The new arrangements were much more intimate than the older one, but it provided more shelter and protection. Buffy herself spent the night on the hood of her car, keeping watch from a lower position than the sentry on top of the RV.
Over the next few days Buffy, supported by Rime, the two elder Grimes’, Morales, Glenn, Andrea, Amy, T-Dog, and Jacqui, tried to make the campsite more secure. It wasn’t an easy task, and the preferable thing would’ve been to leave the area entirely. Unfortunately that idea was shot down by more people than just Shane.
Then, five days after her arrival, she was out in the woods hunting for deer along with Daryl, Merle’s younger brother, who proved himself to be a competent tracker and hunter. He turned out to be a slightly more friendly version of his brother, but without the racism and without most of the sexism. He was easier on the eyes as well.
When they neared the camp after having managed to shoot a deer, Buffy suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of screaming and gunshots.