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damned_institute2009-07-19 01:21 pm
tightsofmight) wrote in damned_institute2009-07-19 01:21 pm
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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Reaching out, he wrapped both hands around the blade and plucked it from Sanzo's prone body, deciding to take it along in case he did have to fight the undead creatures. He'd rather be wandering around armed than without it, and it was the closest thing he'd get to a sword in a while.
Sliding it in between his belt and his pants, he threw the monk one more parting glance. He absently wondered if he would find Sanzo again tomorrow morning, in one piece and completely healed, greeting him with a gun to the face. Considering the other feats this institution had pulled off thus far, he wouldn't be surprised.
And if this was the end... then someone somewhere else could mourn for this man.
"For what it was worth," he murmured as he started to step over the rubble around them, "you were an interesting roommate while it lasted."
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The monk barely heard what Takasugi was saying. He was out cold within seconds of hitting the ground.
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