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Watch the Fall of Humanity

...And the Horse You Rode In On

It was 60 days, or about two months, since the world had fallen into total chaos, and while Buffy was sitting on a fence just watching a large group of walkers amble around aimlessly an odd, vaguely unfamiliar noise reached her ears. It sounded suspiciously like click-clack, click-clack. She lifted her head, trying to pin-point the source of the sound before she got up, jumped off the fence, and walked a couple of streets over to see an unexpected sight; a man was riding on a horse, wearing a sheriff’s uniform, including a sheriff’s hat. A cursory sweep over the surrounding area didn’t reveal anyone else, at least no one with a pulse.

Buffy decided to follow the man, if for no other reason than to save him from his own stupidity. Riding into a walker infested city on a horse, really?! What was he thinking?

Rime was safe back at the furniture store, and would not go anywhere else until she got back. The woman was brave but her self-preservation instincts were thankfully in good working order, most of the time. Not that Buffy had any room to talk; she regularly took risks she would have yelled at anyone else for even thinking about. But then again, she was a Slayer, which few others could claim, and that meant that taking dangerous risks were nothing new to her. It was just a way of life.

The man on the horse, however, read as completely human according to her Slaydar. Which on one side was a good thing, because no demons? Definitely a good thing. On the other, it was bad for him because it meant he probably only had the guns on his back to defend himself with, and that was bad. Noise attracted the walkers, especially gunshots as they were both sharp and loud, but also because there were many large groups of walkers shambling around nearby looking for dinner.

Unsurprisingly it didn’t take long for him to get himself nearly encircled by the walkers, but at the last minute he managed to escape under an abandoned tank. The horse wasn’t as lucky and many of the walkers feasted on the animal as it was dying. Buffy was grateful when it disappeared beneath the herd and she was unable to see it anymore. Sadly it didn’t mute the sound of chewing and the ripping of flesh, nor did it stop her from hearing the anguished neighing the animal made before it finally became blissfully silent.

Apparently there was a hatch of some kind underneath the military vehicle as she heard the sound of him scrambling upwards and then a thud of something being slammed in place before all she could barely hear was the sound of his heavy breathing. Next thing she heard was another gunshot, this time clearly from the inside of the tank, before it went silent again. A few minutes after that his head and upper body popped up from the hatch on top of the tank. The man surveyed the immediate area before the approaching walkers with enough muscle memory to climb came at him. He quickly ducked down again, bringing the top hatch with him and a click was heard as he locked it.

Sometime later the latch at the top of the tank suddenly opened and the sheriff quickly climbed out and made a run for it. Further back from the feeding frenzy Buffy didn’t bother to hold back her eye roll as she began running, adding Slayer speed to catch up, dodging walkers and using the Scythe to cut the top of the heads off of the ones she couldn’t avoid. Stupid males and their need to do stupidly heroic things. The sheriff made a right down a side street, firing into the walkers when they came to close. Suddenly she heard a another man say, “Woah, not dead! Come on, come on!”

Huh, it sounded like there was some kind of plan involved in this madness after all, even if it seemed to be a flimsy one. Buffy moved a little faster, quickly stabbing and slicing at the dead trying to close her in, and then she was in the small alley the two men had run down and she saw them. They were climbing up a fire escape as fast as they could manage, and the narrow street below them was promptly being filled up with hungry corpses.

She made a split second decision and took a running leap up on a trashcan, jumped on various things, including a few walkers, before she made a final jump onto the fire escape. Then she was climbing up towards the sheriff and his pseudo rescuer. Above her they were staring in shock at her from a landing about a third of the way up the building.

When she finally put first one foot and then the other on the landing decisively, she stood up and smiled brightly at the two stunned men and said in her best air-headed cheerleader voice, “Hi!” And then laughed inwardly as their jaws literally dropped open.

Notes

Challenge: The 2016 August Fic-a-Day Challenge on the Twisted Shorts comm on LJ. Day 3.
Timeline: About a decade post-Chosen for BtVS, season one ('Days Gone Bye', 'Guts') for TWD, and way post the books for Rimfrost.

Comments

The last two chapters of the story has been posted. The story is being re-written however under the title 'The Fall of Humanity.

Thank you for the review.

Any new chapters coming? LOVED this story.

JetCmoon JetCmoon
10/13/16