Debris clouded the air as an explosion destroyed the stairs in the courthouse. "How are we supposed to get down from here?" Hill asked.
"Do you really want to go downstairs?" Dirk responded.
"Um...," Hill began as he saw a horde of zombies pouring into the courthouse, "... not really."
"Priest is still down there," Tayden spoke up. "What are we going to do about him?"
"Kill him if he gets near us," Dirk said as he examined the surroundings.
"You can't mean that. He's one of us."
"I can and do mean it. And he's not one of us anymore. I'm not so sure he ever was." The gunslinger looked out of a window across the parking lot. "There. That's what we need." He pointed to a van with the sheriff department's shield on the side. "We've got to get out of here, and that's our best bet. It should be too heavy for them to tip over and powerful enough to smear them across the pavement if they get in our way."
"You want us to jump out of a second floor window, run across a zombie infested parking lot, and steal a paddy wagon?" Hill stood with a look like he had just finished a gas station burrito that was still frozen on the inside. "You've got to be fucking nuts."
"Seriously introverted with unrefined social skills and homicidal tendencies. At least that's what my old psychiatrist told me right before that nasty suicide business." Dirk went to the side wall and began to uncoil the fire hose. He pulled it to the window and, after breaking the glass with his boot, tossed that end out the window.
He then took off his coat and tossed it at Hill, who stumbled back a bit under the suprising weight. The young man made a reach for the gunslinger's hat. Dirk just turned and headed for the window.
"You're not going," Tayden's voice took Dirk by surprise. "I had better go. They can't hurt me."
"Can you even drive a car, Angelboy?"
"Well, I've never actually tried...."
"I thought so. You stay here and make sure that no one shits their pants or anything while I take care of business."
"No. I still insist that I'm the one who should go. So, it is quite obvious that we need to come up with a fair way to settle this."
"I thought that you'd say something like that," Dirk said a second before snatching his coat from Hill and in the same fluid motion drapped it over Tayden's head. A quick kick to the sternum knocked the breath out of the angel and sent him skidding across the floor as Dirk made his way to and out the window.
"He made it down and is now sprinting across the parking lot," Hill said from his view from the window. "The zombies know he's out there. They're going for him. He pulled out his katana from his back. How many weapons does that dude have anyway? He's slicing zombies in half as he passes them. Holy Christ, limbs are flying everywhere. The ground is just litter with body parts. Damn! I think he just decapitated my ex-girlfriend,"
Tayden, still regaining his breath, slightly gasped, "I'm sorry to hear that. It must be hard for you to take."
"Not as bad as you'd think," Hill replied. "We didn't part on the best of terms. Hey! I think he made it to the van."
