Nightshift 62: F01-F10 Hallway

[ninelivesonce]

Taura paused, before heading out, to take a good, long look at herself. Metaphorically speaking; she didn't turn the flashlight on for this. She felt...good. Better. The zombie infection hadn't even left a scar. There were a few tiny ones on her lips, where Rita had had to fight her off, when she'd been possessed. Other than that, the only thing that hurt were her ears, which were starting to be less difficult to get the earrings through, but not yet easy. She was a little hungry, but dinner was never big enough, and what she wanted was a nice, well-cooked steak, or a vat of chocolate mousse. Not anything else. A little anticipation fluttered in her stomach, but if she hadn't had that, then she'd worry.

It was just...it wasn't like her luck to avoid something like this. She ran one hand over the other, feeling the chipped polish and the soft, squishy nails underneath. She'd gotten one truly lucky break in her life; another was more than she deserved.

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[rainboompow]

Okay! No more foolin' around! Day's over — night's here — and I am ready to take this place on! You're going down, Landel! Boo yah!!

...had been Rainbow Dash's outlook on the night before Landel made his big announcement.

Now the former pony had cause to waver. She wasn't sure she understood everything, but one thing was clear: some freaky disease was about and it was going to start doing things to people's bodies. Like she wasn't mutated enough already, Rainbow thought with a gulp that she tried to hide from her roommate, but now she might become some kind of bloodthirsty monster too? As tough as she talked, Rainbow had to admit: that idea scared the sheep out of her.

She scrunched her eyes shut. Remember last night, she told herself. She couldn't just stay in her room again. The longer that she did nothing, the less that anything got done, and the further away she got from seeing her friends again. She wasn't sick so far, even after talking with that sick-looking blond who had tripped. So long as she stayed not-sick, she was okay. She was an athlete; she could stay healthy; it wasn't that hard. When was the last time she had been sick, even?

Eventually, Rainbow was as ready as she could be — a little less gung-ho than before, but determined nonetheless. "Let's do this," she said to herself, painting the metaphorical warpaint on her cheeks as she stepped out into the hall.

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