[b]Alex Clark - The Outpost[/b]

He had never been so glad he still had that old pitchfork lying around now the crawlers were getting inside. His gun had been taken by the scouts that had left with Enrique, and there had been no time to start looking for a new one. Those crawlers needed killing. In a coordinated effort the remaining scouts combined forces once the worst of the fire was dealt with to beat back the walkers and close the gates before more could get in. Alex was in the frontline with the pitchfork, stabbing one in the chest, then using the pitchfork as a tool with which to control the walker, and sent him into the firing line of the other scouts. 

[b]"Blast the bloody asshole!"[/b] He yelled, and soon felt the pressure on the pitchfork drop as a second crawler lunged for him. Swirling the thing around he managed to knock down the walker and then jab his knife into the base of the skull before it could get up. The pitchfork's teeth were really bad at actually killing crawlers because they couldn't penetrate the skull deep enough. Only a stab to the face has any chances of taking down a walker for good with it, and even then you'd need some luck. Absentmindedly he wished for a real spear. As the gates were closed by Sylar Alex focussed on finishing off the remaining crawlers, using his pitchfork to immobilize and pin down crawlers for the others to put down. 

It felt as if it took an eternity, but probably just a minute later it was mostly silent again inside the Outpost, except for Sylar's enraged screaming. He wanted to help, to do something, to say something, but it seemed evident that Sylar needed a moment now, and that everyone staring at him didn't help at all. With a sickening noise he pulled the pitchfork out of the crawler and rattled it against the wall as he put it down, drawing the attention of some of the people. 

[b]"We still got a job to do."[/b] He said, drawing his knife, stabbing it in the head of a downed crawler to be sure, and dragged it to the now empty parking lot. Some scouts started helping him clear the mess to prevent any more such unlucky casualties. The work was done in an eery silence, as most people were too shocked after the events of the night to spend any words on it. With hollow gazes marked with exhaustion they rounded up all the corpses and piled them up in the parking lot to clean them up the net day. Tomorrow would be a really tiresome day, Alex realized as he leaned against the wall he was patrolling on, and failed to surpress a yawn.