Connor Reilly (son_of_angel) wrote in zombielandlogs, @ 2019-01-31 04:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy verse: connor |
Who: Connor
Where: Everett, WA
When: Early January [backdated]
What: Arrival
Status: Narrative/Complete
Word Count 1223
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Connor had been having an interesting day so far. The Chinese people had a saying. More like a curse, really. May you live in interesting times.. Well, this period of time for him in particular had now become so very interesting in the most peculiar of ways. His father - real father - had come to visit him at college, so of course the world was ending. And sure enough, that night as he came to the firm to help Angel do battle, the world was ending. Turns out that the Senior Partners can be sore losers when you kill off their conduit bosses. What was it, Brotherhood of the Black Thorn? Seriously, who comes up with these names. But then he was asked, no, told, to go home. And since he learned by now that his dad knew best, he'd been doing exactly that. Except that now the night city had been overrun with monsters. Unless... no. No, they couldn't have been pulled into a Hell dimension. Could they? Well, it might be possible.
But the young man didn't have enough time to contemplate this as he frantically tried to fight and kill his way to what he thought was his house. It was somewhat of a challenge. He had his memories of a life in which he had killed many monsters twice his size in Quar'toth after all. There was a good reason why many in that place had named him The Destroyer, along with a few other similar nicknames. However, he was then surprised to find himself being pulled through a portal and appearing somewhere else, in another city, quiet, and plus it was daytime. It was obviously not Los Angeles, He could tell that much right away. But there was also a sense of something else in this new city, in the air. Death.
The buildings seemed to have been unoccupied by people for quiet some time. Also, there was a trio of zombies lurching his way, which his axe made sort work of. Was this another apocalypse? Had they failed to stop one? What was that phrase - 'out of the frying pan and into the fire'? Hmmm. Well yes, that seemed quite accurate to him at this point. It seemed he wasn't alone here either. He had a phone that somehow was able to connect to a network, where he had found out that the city was named Everett. And learned that his dad was actually here, and Faith, with a few others of the team. But more importantly? His mother was here. Darla. His mother who had caused much bloodshed during a few centuries lifespan and yet staked herself so that he could be born.
She was actually here in Everett. And alive! How was that even possible? Nothing about this made any sense to him. He wondered if it was a trick. It clearly wasn't. He certainly hoped it wasn't. All he knew was that both of his true parents were here. His actual mother was here, whom he'd never had the chance to know in his life, in either of his two lifetimes. But now? Well, now he had the chance to do that. He didn't know if she also had her soul. Probably not. But he supposed they'd all talk about that soon enough. The most important thing to him at this moment was that someone who'd been gone all his life, who literally gave her life for his survival, was actually alive and here. Well.. undead, technically. But still here. And now he would have plenty of chances to see her. Speak with her. And know her. Having both his parents here now almost made this new world of death tolerable.
Using his phone to scroll through other posts of the network, he learned that it wasn't just him and his family, and members of A.I. here, but there were also many others too, living in assorted places. There was even a brothel run by a vampire? And also a bar too. And an Inn full of vampires who were different than the ones he knew. He also learned that the prison seemed to be the safest place. He nearly laughed at that idea. Now who would have that that a place such as that would be thought of as safe? But it made sense to him. Surrounded by walls, barricades, sentries, and plus many of the residents were either vampires, Slayers, or people with some meta or supernatural abilities. It was also where he would decide to live. So long as there was food and a nice bed, and shelter? He was all for that.
But first? First, there was an obstacle. There was a crowd of zombies in his path. There had to be at least twenty, maybe twenty-four total in all. Who had now taken notice of the young man, standing there in normal college boy clothes, and brandishing an ancient-looking type of axe weapon. Hey, he needed take take something from that law firm building to make it safely to his home. There were lots of weapons, he doubt they'd miss one. Not that he cared, this was Evil, Inc. The idea of stealing from them as a "screw you" felt right to him. And now if he wanted survive, he had to kill once more. But hey, it was just zombies. "Every time I think I'm out, they pull me right back in," he said with a laughing smirk, obviously quoting one of his favorite movies.
And within several minutes, he showed exactly why he was called Destroyer, making short work of the ambling undead. Cutting through bodies, separating heads, limbs, or cutting through heads themselves, he was like a whirlwind of death. Soon it was fifteen. Ten. Seven. Four. And now one, the blade decapitating the final dead. There he been another crowd in the distance, several in fact. Walking in his direction, but not close enough to have noticed him yet. He had to think of something. Of course he could keep killing, but he was open to other ideas. He had then noticed several cars around him. So he had soon managed to push them over the road, and then lifting them up on their sides, one by one, creating a sort of barricade. "There, try to walk past that, assholes," he sneered under his breath as he turned to continue walking down his path.
After almost an hour of walking the open road, and taking down any other zombies he would come across on the way, he saw it. The large building with walls, fences, guard towers. It was almost funny in a way. He had spent a life in a place that was a prison, and now here he was, willingly walking into one. The irony of a prison being made into a sanctuary wasn't lost on him. But this was the best option to him. If he was stuck here for the rest of his life, then he would guess that this was a good place to start as any. And so, taking a deep breath, he began taking those steps as he made his way into the facility. This would be a place for new beginnings and fresh starts, he could feel it. And of course maybe some good ass-kicking along the way.