It was a cool night. Warm enough for the left over snow to melt, but cold enough to see your breath. Dominic was posted at the station on the roof top, which had the furthest visibility. Some make-shift railings and sandbags were the only thing keeping him from falling over the edge. Though it was late at night, the moon gleamed through the gray transparent clouds. The lack of foliage on the trees made it easier to see an intruder, which made guard duty a lot less stressful. Avalanche pulled binoculars out of a holster on his side and looked to the east, then slowly panned around the entire property. He would occasionally look down to the guards on the ground to see what they were up to. More often than not they were involved in conversation, but his own partner wasn't the chatty type - least not with him, anyway. While surveying the vast ocean of bare trees, he noticed something. Movement caught his eyes. A swift movement of what looked like just a shadow. It could have been a number of things, but it was too dangerous to ignore such activity. He set down the binoculars and moved to pick up a digital telescope.
There was as green hand wrapped around it, however, and he backed off.
Toad zoomed in on the area where Dominic had been looking - now with an enhanced image and night vision. What he saw was an image that most would only see in their nightmares. This wasn't an illusion or a mind trick, it was pure hell swarming towards the mansion at full speed. "Fuck."
Dominic had taken up his binoculars once more and squinted desperately to see what Toad had already confirmed.
Not one or a few, but hundreds of enraged beings were sprinting through the woods. Most were running in a straight line, breaking branches that obstructed their path, some fell and were trampled. Such an army of vicious cannibals was not yet in audio range. It was a completely silent wave of darkness creeping closer to the building. Mortimer merely grunted with annoyance at the asylum that he anticipated the school would soon turn into. Screaming children, screaming adults, bitchy X-Men... bitch Brotherhood. No one liked being dragged out of bed to keep from being eaten, did they? "Did you remember to set out the good china?"
Being extra sensitive to vibrations, Avalanche could feel the horde of zombies stomping through the brush. He didn’t wear his headset, so he stumbled for the radio and yelled into the speaker. "Multiple subjects spotted in grids 4, 5, and 6! Hit the alarm!"
Toad tapped his earpiece and spoke specifically to Sabretooth, "Hope you've an appetite, friend."
Sabretooth froze in his wide-set tracks and took a breath so deep that he arched his back to accommodate the cool air being drawn in to lungs. It was the first whiff he'd gotten - it was definitely 'Darkseekers' - more than he cared to guess. "Son of a bitch." Pause. "Comin'." A blasting horn sound rang through the air that cause Victor's eye to twitch with each pulse as he ran for the wall that surrounded Xavier's property.
With the sound of the alarm came a fireworks display, acres and acres lit up with lights on the property. The lighting inside the mansion dimmed for a second as the demand for power grew. The alarm itself continued to boom, sounding similar to the fog horns on tug boats. Automatic catapults began launching UV grenades over the fence. They weren’t close enough yet for firepower, but the early warning would allow the others to either get ready to fight, or run and hide.
Chaos was near. This was it. They’re here and they’re hungry.