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[ The apocalypse comes - finally - and it still manages to fuck itself up. Colour Darla incredibly unimpressed and pissed off.

There's hardly any snacks to go around, which has caused her to snap the necks of half of her small army and stake them right in the ticker. There's no point in sharing with ungrateful people who don't listen to her orders properly, anyway. She's the general. The orders should be done exactly as she says they are to be. The only person she can trust is Drusilla, which is funny, because she's the one person who grates her nerves more than the nameless wannabe vampires she's slayed.

They're out in the middle of a deserted road, houses and the like all dark by the lack of lights, and things are half smashed, half still as they were pre-end of the world, and Darla's looking for some lunch. She's finding it harder and harder as they travel over the country to find someone delicious. She has a suspicion it's making Dru a little crazier than usual to go without for so long.

And now - if she can believe it or not - she's trying to find a place for them to hide. From zombies. The deliciously disgusting undead who make them seem like angels. At least she and Dru are better dressed.

Darla's tired of walking up and down, in a sort of pace, as she looks for somewhere smart to hide. These zombies lack in intelligence but they have a hunger to rival her own. ]

The apocalypse comes and we're being chased by zombies.

[ If she could throw something, she would. ]

Come on, Dru. Let's leave the morons to be zombie bait.

[ The Scooby Gang, she presumes. Whatever is left of them. The Slayer's been on their asses since they got the hell out of Sunnydale and it's ruins, and she's not sure if the zombies have picked them off one by one yet. She figures they'll start with the tall one, who's a bit bulky and doesn't possess any skill whatsoever. And then the red head. She'd love to be there to watch the zombies rip apart that one.

And if Darla grabs Dru by the crook of the elbow and roughly pulls her forward toward a house, it's not because she cares. ]