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damned_institute2009-07-19 01:21 pm
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Nightshift 42: The Bookworm
Worst Case Scenario: they got stuck in town when night came.
He hated being right.
It started out subtle. Hinamori had barely finished her sentence before he realized that the sunlight had all but died. Things got a little cooler, wisps of grey marking their every breath. Peter turned to the window in horror. A splatter of blood blossomed before his eyes on the glass, welling up from the centre and drying as soon as it was born. Beyond it, the paved street cracked. Half-fleshed hands sprouted from the divide, pulling up even more gruesome bodies behind them.
"GAAAH!!" he shrieked, clutching at his throbbing head. His spider sense was going psycho, harder than it ever had. He tasted blood, leaking in a thin trail from his nose to his lips.
Get up get up get up
He pushed past the sensation, shooting a look up to Hinamori, then to the rest of the store when the floorboards started to creak. The clerks behind the counter didn't look so friendly now.
"Zombies," Peter whispered in disbelief, rising from his chair. "Oh my god, they're all zombies..."
The pain in his head began to fade. He took no solace in that.
He hated being right.
It started out subtle. Hinamori had barely finished her sentence before he realized that the sunlight had all but died. Things got a little cooler, wisps of grey marking their every breath. Peter turned to the window in horror. A splatter of blood blossomed before his eyes on the glass, welling up from the centre and drying as soon as it was born. Beyond it, the paved street cracked. Half-fleshed hands sprouted from the divide, pulling up even more gruesome bodies behind them.
"GAAAH!!" he shrieked, clutching at his throbbing head. His spider sense was going psycho, harder than it ever had. He tasted blood, leaking in a thin trail from his nose to his lips.
Get up get up get up
He pushed past the sensation, shooting a look up to Hinamori, then to the rest of the store when the floorboards started to creak. The clerks behind the counter didn't look so friendly now.
"Zombies," Peter whispered in disbelief, rising from his chair. "Oh my god, they're all zombies..."
The pain in his head began to fade. He took no solace in that.
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Hinamori was stronger than she looked. Probably came with the territory of being a godly warrior, but still. Impressive. Several emerging zombies were crushed by the onslaught of one hundred and fourteen hard cover books and the wooden shelf that followed. Peter moved out of her grasp and quickly shed his hoodie in the brief respite that followed. The thinner sweater underneath might leave him cold, but it fitted him. Fighting in something that baggy was only going to get him killed.
He'd just pulled free when a hand shot out from the floor, inches from his foot. Peter didn't think - just kicked the hand clean off of the molding wrist and flipped onto the back of his armchair, perched on all fours as usual. He sent a dismayed look at the door, blocked by three shelves of books and a newly sprouted gang of corpses.
"Window on three?"
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Turning to face the window, she shifted her stance. It was plenty big enough for both her and Peter to get through. There were benefits to being small.
"Three!"
The shinigami stayed low to the ground as she struck the window.
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The pane collapsed completely. It threw Peter for a second before he remembered this wasn't some reinforced corporate building, it was a small town bookstore. And an old one at that.
Now that they were free, they were facing an open street, albeit one crawling with the undead. Peter couldn't even count how many there were, and if there were this many all over town, then it wouldn't take long to spread.
Brainy was still in the park. Alone and completely immobilized.
Peter turned frantically to Hinamori, shouting over the din of unearthly moans. "I have to go - my roommate, he's in a wheelchair!" He licked his lips, eying the corpses as they moved closer. "Do you - is there somewhere safe you can go?"
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'I'll be fine," she replied, forming a plan already. "I'm going to secure the roof so it can be a safe harbor in this mess."
She looked over at Peter. "Be quick. Be safe. I'll look for you tomorrow if I don't see you again tonight."
Without waiting any longer, Momo lithely jumped from the window sill onto the shoulders of one of the nearby zombies. As soon as her feet hit, she jumped again, leaping to another shambling form then up to grab a hold of the edge of the roof. With a little swing and a bit of push from her reiatsu, Momo disappeared onto the roof of the bookstore.
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She disappeared onto the roof.
"...catch you later. All righty then."
What used to be an elderly man in a pair of gardening overalls lunged at him, half rotted jaws wide open in a ghastly moan. Peter grabbed him by the suspenders and coolly tossed him over his shoulder, crinkling his nose as the smell of rotted meat whooshed past his head.
"Ugh. You guys are rank. There's a perfectly good Bath and Body a few blocks down, you know."
He took a leaf from Hinamori's book. He might not be able to stick to walls anymore, but ricochet was fair game. Peter jumped backwards, springing from the wall of the store onto the nearest zombie's shoulders. No sooner had his feet touched base he was in the air again, leaping towards the next corpse in line. Zombie hopscotch. Now that was a thrilling sport.
Free of the first mob, he hit the ground running, and he wasn't going to stop until he hit the park.
[To here.]
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