Fred made it a few more feet before she looked over her shoulder. She should have known that that was a bad idea; looking over the shoulder was always an exercise in futility, but she looked. She had to make sure Buffy, Angel's Buffy, would make it. What she saw made her stop.
"Buffy! Buffy!" There were still zombies out there, and the people inside didn't seem to be noticing them just yet. Her voice moving ever closer to shrill. "Buffy!"
Buffy just sat there. Why would a champion - she knew Buffy had to be a champion, Angel wouldn't love her if she wasn't - why would a champion just sit down? Fred was torn between going to get the Slayer and trying to get someone to notice in the church building.
"Hey! Hey! Whoever's in there! Buffy needs help!" Fred took a few steps toward the church only to turn and take a few steps to Buffy. Indecision was a real bitch sometimes.