Who: Buffy Summers. Open, or Narrative, whichever What: Killing zombies When: Evening, around sunset Where: Outside, just outside the safe zone. Rating: PG-13 Status: Incomplete, or complete, pending
It didn't matter if some people successfully did manage rotations, 24-hour zombies pounding at your door was tiring. At least back at home there was some breaks, even if there wasn't much. Though when the wizards managed to fire up the firewalls, or the shields, everyone else got a short break. There was a witch currently throwing up a fire wall, but she ad got the word that it was about to come down, the wall cold only be held for so long.
Her scythe was in her hand as she watched the firewall drop, and the witch retreat. The slayer stepped past the barrier, and watched as the zombies started to move from the lake again, slowly. Her face twitched slightly at the sight of them, it didn't matter how many she killed, they were still nasty. But she had more to kill, because somehow from a not-serious joke there seemed to actually be a competition on who could kill the most zombies.
It seemed like it took forever for the things to get within reach, and finally, the creatures were once again coming close. Buffy shot a look to one of the guests who was teetering at the edge of the barrier, as if wondering if it would be a good idea to jump out, just to see if they could get one of the employees to save them. When they caught Buffy's look, they stepped back inside.
As she turned back around, a set look came over her face, and her scythe flew up, slicing the first zombie through the throat, before she turned and moved to throw the sharped stake end into the head of the other one. And so it began she ducked and slammed either end of weapon into the zombies, keeping her back to the barrier to she could fall back if she needed. The things continued to drop, and Buffy was thankful that at the very least, the manager had offered a cure that was pumping through her system.