Who: Jack Landors, Charlie (killing things) and then some Z. What: Badness. When: backdated to Tuesday night Where:infront of Isis. warnings:violence, near character death.
It was no use. They were still getting in. Jack had his back pressed up against a door trying to keep the dead things out. He could still hear the people in the shelter whimpering, and huddling together. This was ridiculous. He knew what Buffy told him about the ritual only lasting twenty four hours, but also what Faith told him. She'd been using Orpheus...mystical magical heroine...she couldn't patrol. Buffy would need all the help she can get and all this hiding inside wasn't helping. With a glance at Z he frowned behind the helmet. " I'm going out there." He said. "I'll hold them off. Just stay inside. " He tried to convince her, but it was Z. He doubted that would keep her away. Just because he asked her to stay there.
Jack phased through the door and grinned at a group of undead that turned their heads in his direction. "That all you got ? C'mon. " He beckoned them towards him with a gloved hand and some of the creatures obeyed. No bother containing them, just go straight in for the deletion. For the kill. They weren't monsters they were zombies. Zombies that weren't dying easily so it would do no good to hold back. The fog was heavy and thick, it was hard to see one zombie from the next. It was hard to see his own hand infront of his face.
He had enough of kicking them down. It was time for the hardware. He pulled the dual guns from his holsters and held his arms out shooting two of them down at once then two more as he shifted. Blood sprayed from them-these weren't normal zombies. But then again was anything ever normal in L.A.? Nevermind their were zombies. He had conversations including zombies. Normal was defiantly not a word used to describe L.A.