Who: Colleen, an unconscious Erica (sorry bb) and Adrian Ivashkov What: Z Day Where: Prison When: Z Day, early afternoon Warnings: Blood and guts and stuff!
Great googly moogly. There were zombies afoot! Unlike Faith, C knew that it wasn't vampires that had infiltrated their safe little nest. Because vampires had a certain vibe to them, some frequency that only Colleen could hear. Well, maybe other slayers maybe not. C just knew that most people didn't hear it. Kind of like a dog whistle. One pitch was for vampires and another one, a lower one was for zombies.
She picked up the bat she kept next to her bunk. It was kind of weird because slayers usually liked stakes but stakes were kind of lame when it came to killing zombies. And if she put enough force behind it, the bat could serve as a stake if she wanted it to. Or she could just be beating some pervy looky loo over the head with it. A bat was an all purpose weapon for an all purpose girl and Colleen held it like she imagined Babe Ruth did once upon a time. If only Babe had been fighting hordes of the undead then his place in history might have sounded a little bit different.
Colleen's place in history was something the young slayer often thought about. What would they say about her after she was gone? Colleen, the great and the brave. She who slayed not only countless vampires but leagues of zombies and other nefarious creatures. Everyone in the country as far and as wide heard of Colleen's great bravery and when society put itself back together again they would name her president. And when she died (when she was super old and gray and not cute anymore) surrounded by grandkids they would declare it a national holiday. People would like throw parades and stuff. It would be rad.
She found her first zombie in the entrayway to the prison and she wound her baseball back. Here, batta batta batta.
She swings, she scores. The crowd goes wild, homerun obvi. Heh. Killing zombies was fun.
A bunch more came at her and she swung swung swung, having too much fun. That was when she heard it again only this time from behind her. That pitch. She turned around and swung. She was about to congratulate herself on another dead zombie when she realized the girl crumpled up on the ground was not a zombie.
"Oh, BALLS."
She slapped the blonde girl lightly on the cheek. "Hey, heeeey. Wakey wakey." The blonde girl still wasn't moving. At least she was breathing, Colleen could see her chest moving up and down so that was a good sign. "Alright, we're going for a ride." She grabbed a hold of Erica and lifted her across her shoulders in a fireman's carry. She carried Erica down to the infirmary and was glad when she saw Adrian down there.
"I think somebody accidentally knocked her out," Colleen said, looking anywhere but at Adrian. Hey, if nobody saw you do something than there wasn't any proof that you did it.