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Nightshift 38: Recreational Field

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She almost wished that she hadn't went last night. Because standing in this field again, in the same place she had been when she felt Hitsugaya die, was surreal. There was no one out here this time--no people, no kids, no mourning Shinigami, no virgin-eating birds. Just the chilly wind. She wrapped her arms around herself, shifting her flashlight and spear.

Senna moved close next to the buliding, hiding in the shadows and peering upwards. No birds so far. Maybe they'd be lucky. That guy better not show her up. Though she had to admit, wearing her Shinigami uniform was a lot warmer than the stupid outfit they gave everybody. And at least there was no more damn smiley face staring at her.

[Waiting for Reid down here.]

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It had strayed briefly from the rest of the pack, but even as it moved to rejoin them the dog halted, lifting its muzzle to sniff briefly at the air. The breeze ruffling the human's hair brought his scent directly to the canine, who slunk out from behind the shed with its lips curling back in a silent growl.

The dog's fur had perhaps once been white, though what of it remained was matted and filthy, stained with blood and crusted with substances likely best not to contemplate. Most of its heritage was decidedly mixed and leaned toward lupine ancestry, but it still sported a peculiarly up-curled tail, though it was tattered and rotted as the rest of its body.

With eyes glowing red it paused to stare at Junpei for a brief fraction of a second, then abruptly snarled and lunged, froth spraying from its snapping jaws.

[tiassa]

When the dog first appeared from around the shed, Junpei caught a glimpse of it's silhouette. The familiar curl of the tail and general build made Junpei wave and call out to it.

"'Sup, Koro-chan? You get stuck in my weird-ass dre-- Yiiiieeeeaahh! What the hell?!?"

Seriously, just because he'd thought earlier about his subconscious throwing Koro-chan on mutated steroids at him wasn't an invitation for it to do exactly that. Junpei shrieked when the dog lunged at him and dove to the side.

"Woah, woah, woah! Stop it, Koro-chan! Bad dog! Bad dog!" He exclaimed, rolling to his feet. "Come on, it's me, Junpei! Sit!"

Clearly the undead dog-like creature either did not know or did not care to respond to any verbal commands (it obviously didn't understand the phrase "play dead," for one). Junpei's dive took him out of the way barely in time to avoid the dog's lunge, though its jaws snapped close enough to him to feel its breath.

It landed nimbly enough and turned, moving without pause to resume its attack on the noisy human, claws digging into the grassy soil as it surged toward Junpei again. There was no reaction at all to what he was saying, only mindless hunger driving it forward with a snarling bark.

Shit! Unholy Koro-chan from Hell wasn't listening to him. What was he going to do now?

"Damnit, Koro-chan! If you don't stop it this instant, it's my dream after all, I'm going to throw out all that awesome food Shinjiro-senpai had bought for you and make you eat Yuka-tan's cooking for the rest of the year!"

He jumped back from the next attack. He thought he was in the clear when his foot slipped on some mud or maybe the grass was wet. "Shit!" Junpei's feet went out from underneath him and he fell back on his butt.

He was so screwed.

The threat, though dire indeed, had no impact whatsoever on this creature. The only food it was interested in was warm and breathing and, currently, slipping and falling to the ground.

Now that the human was closer to its level this would be much easier. The dog lunged toward Junpei, jaws agape and slavering as it went for the throat.

"Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!"

Jumpei put his hands up and caught the dog on its chest, keeping the jaws barely from reaching his throat. Its fur was slimy and something oozed between his fingers. Eww... He had evil Koro-chan all over his hands. This was like something from a bad zombie flicks and he wasn't thrilled about being the hapless dork that gets eaten by man's best friend.

No, this wasn't Koro-chan. Even if his mind had created some kind of mutated, wanted to eat his face, version of the dog that lived with them, the threat about Yukari's cooking would have stopped him. Junpei wasn't sure what the hell he was dealing with, but he tried to get a foot underneath the beast so he could kick it away, flip it over or something to get the thing off him.

"Bad dog! No flesh for you!"

The dog snapped and snarled as it struggled to reach the living flesh that was so temptingly close, flecks of foam and saliva dripping from its jaws and joining the fluids oozing from its rotting flesh. Its claws scrabbled for purchase as it tried to struggle free from the hands holding it temporarily at bay, keeping it from sinking its fangs into Junpei's temptingly bare throat.

It was distracted enough by its hunger that it didn't notice a foot being planted on its underside, or at least realize the implications thereof, until it was abruptly kicked. The dog gave a sharp whine of pain as it was shoved to one side, for an instant both thrown off balance and distracted by this new injury.

Aw, man, that smell was never going to come out of his... smiley face shirt. Uh huh. Smiley face. He was not telling anyone ever that his subconscious put him in a freaking smiley face t-shirt.

As soon as the zombie dog was off him, Junpei rolled over and scrambled away, crawling across the grass a few feet before he found his feet. Yeah, he could have given the thing a good kick to the head but... it looked like Koro-chan. An Evil Koro-chan, yes, but he couldn't just kick something that resembled the dog that kept him company that one night at the shrine.

Screw this. He was out of there! Junpei started running as fast as he could toward the building the dog had come out from behind, praying there weren't anymore hiding behind it, lying in wait for him to run right into their fangs.

The dog seemed to be slightly favoring one of its back legs as it scrambled to its feet again, but that didn't seem to deter it at all. It did take a second to re-orient itself, sniffing at the air before it turned its glowing red gaze toward the fleeing Junpei, before it charged off in pursuit again.

With Junpei's head start, though, combined with the way the dog's pace was slowed just a little, it seemed likely he'd be able to reach the building first.

It was chasing after him. IT WAS CHASING AFTER HIM!

Junpei ran, huffing and puffing as he got closer to the building, which looked more like a storage shed. He didn't care what it was; it wasn't going to have any evil zombie dogs in it. Well, it better not. Stupid nightmare with the ick and the creepy and the foreboding and the monsters running around outside the Dark Hour.

A glance behind him showed the zombie dog closer than he thought it'd been. He picked up his pace a little, unable to help the shriek that accompanied it.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

When he got close enough, Junpei tucked the flashlight under his arm and lowered his shoulder, ramming it into the door with the full force of his charge. There was a creaking noise and a moment of resistance before the door burst open, Junpei losing his footing as his momentum carried him into the shed.

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As Junpei burst through the door the dog seemed to recognize that his prey was about to reach shelter, for it put on an extra burst of speed and lunged forward - only to be forced to attempt a hasty stop as the door was slammed closed again from the inside.

It didn't quite manage to halt completely in time and struck the door, staggering back a step before turning a baleful glare at the barrier between it and Junpei. With a bark and a hungry growl it finally turned away, then paused, ears pricking, before it turned away and loped off into the darkness again.

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Junpei carefully crept out of the shed, baseball bat at the ready just in case Evil Koro-chan decided to come eat his face again. Stepping a bit out from the shed, he looked around, finding his attention drawn to the sight of some chick with really pink hair fighting Evil Koro-chan and OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL WAS WRONG WITH HER ARM?!?

Junpei took a half-step back, blinking his eyes. When he looked again, the chick-who-used-to-be-kinda-hot's arm was perfectly fine. What the hell, man? What the hell?

While he was contemplating the possibility that he'd imagined the whatever her arm had been before, he saw her grab Evil Koro-chan's corpse and drag it and something else to the side. He suddenly froze in horror, mouth hanging open, as she started eating Evil Koro-chan.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Dude, that just wasn't right. It was creepy and gross and sure Evil Koro-chan had been evil and tried to eat Junpei's face, but it was still Koro-chan. On mutated steroids. Or Fuuka's cooking.

Screw going back to the door he'd come through. That meant he'd have to go by her and what if she decided to eat him? Then it got really cold, some mist rolling in, so Junpei decided the best course of action was to just scale the wall to the side.

A moment longer of staring at the mist-shrouded form of the zombie-dog eating chick and a cold shudder went up the back of his spine. He was out of there.

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