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damned_institute2009-07-19 05:23 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2009-07-19 05:23 pm
Nightshift 42: North Street
[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?!
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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All Kristoph had to go by was a scream, but the pitch and the inflections were enough to pull the man in that direction. His intuition, it seemed, had been right on the mark. The figure toward the antique's shop could not be mistaken. And when he reached the little skirmish, he did what any meat-shield-needing man would do: he swung his plastic bird into the skulls of his brother's attackers. Repeatedly.
It wasn't until the last shriveled and died that he extended his eyes toward Klavier. "You were fortunate I was nearby," he commented flatly. "Are you hurt?"
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Without realizing it, he had brought the back of his right hand, the one holding the lamp, to his mouth. It took him a moment to realize Kristoph had said anything at all. And it took another moment to actually bring himself to reply. "...Ah. N... No. I'm not hurt." There was a pause before he tentatively stepped around the bodies on the ground to stand beside his brother.
Come on. His brother had just been trying to help him. Obviously, he'd been in trouble and it's not like these were hu-- Well maybe they were... Argh! He didn't know what to think! He couldn't think at all! He just wanted to get OUT OF HERE! There wasn't time to speculate. Just get somewhere safe! Then they could talk and question all they wanted.
With Kristoph here, he was trying his best to reserve his panic, but frankly, even he was aware he wasn't doing a very good job of it. He wasn't really looking his brother in the eye at all. He seemed to be looking just about everywhere else as though paranoid. "...Are you alright? What's... I mean, I never heard... What should we do?! Are the buildings infested already? Is there anywhere we can go?!"
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Before he could explain on the why, however, a flash of lights and a roar flew past the pairs' visual range. A truck, came the identification. The corner of his lips twitched in amusement. Someone had been clever.
"We need," he continued, as though no interruption had taken place, "to move. We will discuss the details--" Here, he paused to whirl at another approaching zombie and bring down a second barrage of strikes into poor sap's head. "--later. Let's go."
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/674856.html?thread=55770408#t55770408).]