Mutilated bodies hung from trees, villages looted, crops burned. They had seen no survivors.The Inimi were waging war against the civilian population....Axel remembered his history classes, armies of old did not like pitched battles. Easier to attack the peasants, take what little they had and deny their leaders of income, and their armies of food. Knowing why it was happening didn’t make the horror of it easier to witness.Axel never considered himself a good person, an OK person, but not a good. Everyone was off doing something else – and Brock hoped it would last for at least an hour or two. He fixed a sandwich, grabbed a glass of lemonade and ventured to the back to sit and relax.The returning throng of Jen, Mel, Susan, Tara, Randi, Merie and J.C. found him asleep in the lawn chair, head back and mouth open. He was snoring slightly. The women's first thought was to do something to wake him in the cruelest manner possible."Let him sleep," J.C. urged. "He came home from Miami expecting. Just in time to see me kissing Faith."What the...?" Dawn said in shock."Oh. Hey, Squirt." Faith said so casually, like this happened every day. Then again, kissing her did feel as natural as breathing, so I can understand."Oh! Good!" Anya said out loud. "Now that the basement is not occupied, Faith and Buffy can go downstairs and have hot and steamy lesbian sex!"Okay, that one was over the line. That one even brought a red tinge to Faith's face, and Xander dragged a now very confused Anya out. Max was there with three other men. All of them well dressed and older, their ages appearing to range from forty to fifhty. Her mother was dressed in a small bikini panties that barely covered her pubic hair and was engulfed by her buttcheeks, and a sheer top with a very low neckline wich ended in thin straps in each shoulder, it was cut to stand just an inch bellow her nipples, her impressive mounds bare in the bottow. She was serving some snacks as they talked, ocasionally slapping her butt.