Nightshift 42: North Street

[rocksthecourt]

[from here]

Being stuck in a small room with those monstrosities didn't seem the safest option. Being outside, with more space to see and move sounded far better. But when Klavier actually got outside, he suddenly thought maybe the small room didn't seem so bad.

THEY. WERE. EVERYWHERE. Crowded worse than LA during rush hour on even the worst of days. Rushing and moving like a writhing, anguished mass. So many. Where had they come from?! Stupid question. What were they?! Monsters, people... How could this-- AHHH!!!

He was frozen in place for a few moments before he realized staying in one spot wasn't the best idea. He frantically looked around. He needed to find somewhere safe! He needed to get out of here. Where was safe?! Somewhere high? Were all of the buildings infested? Maybe he could lock himself in somewhere and--

WAIT!! NO! What was he thinking?! What about everyone else? He couldn't just barricade himself somewhere safe and sit around while everyone else was ripped apart. And... KRISTOPH! Where was he?! Had he been swarmed, too?! He had to have been. But in this mess, he didn't even know where to begin looking for him. Or how long he would last searching. Maybe he would have to trust that his brother would find a safe place... No. He couldn't spend the entire night not even sure if he was safe or not. What if he needed help?

....Holy-- It looked like HE needed help!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Again he swung the lamp anytime any got too close, moving with his back toward the walls. Where to go?! Where to go?!

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[deadlyjuliet.livejournal.com]

How could the man be so ca-- Oh, right. Heartless. Sometimes, Grell really envied Luxord his Luck. Right now, he wished he couldn't feel as absolutely grossed out as he was. The dead were supposed to stay dead and even those who came back tended to do so with special circumstances attached. These things? Weren't back or dead, they existed in that place where no one was supposed to be.

It gave him the creeps.

Now that they were out on the street, Grell had a much better view of the area and how wrong it all was. Thankfully, Grell had the presence of mind to grab the gift he'd been given on the way out and now he clutched it to his side, possessively. If those bloody zombies wanted it, they'd have to kill him for it. "Hardw--" Perfect. Yes! A hardware store! Where they'd have all the tools he needed! One of those wretched creatures came up from behind and Grell turned kicking it hard in the stomach to get it away. "Yes! A hardware store! Exactly what I need. Where is it?"

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Luckily, X actually recalled where it was, having passed it the first visit here on the way to the bar.

...Unfortunately, it was also two streets down from their current location. The Nobody normally would not mind, but considering the circumstances of these nasty creatures in their way...

"This way." More cards were scattered violently toward those oncoming hordes, and again, Luxord grasped the God by the hand and (for once in about a week) took to running down the street and to their location.

If they came empty-handed once reaching that store, X would be very unhappy.

[SPRINTING. SPRINTING D: (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/673721.html)]