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Entry tags:
- bridget,
- chise,
- depth charge,
- fai,
- fox,
- franziska,
- haku,
- indiana jones,
- javert,
- kagura,
- keman,
- kinomoto sakura,
- kurogane,
- luffy,
- meche,
- nathan petrelli,
- otacon,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli,
- senna,
- snake,
- soma,
- sync,
- tobias,
- touya,
- two-face,
- yue
Nightshift 42: Germaine Street
[from here]
The streets hardly seemed to be a better alternative to the pet shop. In fact, it seemed like there were more zombies on the street than where they were originally. Sakura glanced around the town in a frenzy. Zombies were everywhere! Where were they supposed to find somewhere safe?
She picked up a rock and pitched it at a zombie approaching them from behind. "Fai-san, where do we go?" she asked, looking up at him once more.
The streets hardly seemed to be a better alternative to the pet shop. In fact, it seemed like there were more zombies on the street than where they were originally. Sakura glanced around the town in a frenzy. Zombies were everywhere! Where were they supposed to find somewhere safe?
She picked up a rock and pitched it at a zombie approaching them from behind. "Fai-san, where do we go?" she asked, looking up at him once more.
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It was a tiny town, and every acre of it was crawling with zombies. Otacon steered the pickup truck down North Street at top speed, crossing from one end of it to the other, and everywhere he looked, an undead army had seemingly spilt out of all the cracks and corners of Doyleton. His neatly pencilled town map now bore only an ironic resemblance to reality, but it remained clear in Otacon's memory as he headed for the Black Rock Inn. He took the turn into Germaine Street too fast, scattering zombies as the truck skidded, and slammed the brakes in time to avoid hitting a pale-faced but determined young patient. Their eyes met through the grime-splattered window of the truck. He lifted his hand in an uncertain wave. She ran.
It was crowded here, and not just with zombies. Patients weaved in and out of the clusters of monsters, some fighting, some fleeing, some trying to do both. Otacon was aware of activity going on in all the buildings around him — doors kicked down, looting, people running in and out — and realized that finding Fox from here would be next-to-impossible. That is, if Fox was even still here, and never mind Snake, who could be anywhere at this point.
On-site procurement, Otacon reminded himself, pushing up his glasses. Snake could make a weapon out of anything, but if he was aiming for greater firepower, there was the sheriff's office halfway down Main Street. It was a possibility, and the only one he had right now. Otacon checked out the windows for a way through: Black Rock on his right, pet store on his left, pandemonium ahead.
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With a skidding run, Snake forced his way through the hotel's doors and came into the entrance, trying not to stumble on the uneven, cracked ground that had once been the hotel's entrance, and pivoted into a wide, defensive stance.
It was a small swarm, made of at least thirty, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, emitting rattling moans. He noticed most were slightly injured, and some were oozing stinking black fluid from cuts on their bodies. A tinkle of shattered glass beneath his feet made him look to the shattered windows above his head. Things must have forced their way blindly through the windows to get out of their suites, he thought, and got cut up on the way down. Looked like he'd have to break through them. Snake had always hated crowds.
Using fire at close range would be too dangerous, so as one member finally detected him and the swarm became aware of his presence all at once, he brandished the bottle in both hands like a baseball bat and slammed it straight across the leader's jaw like a baseball bat with a satisfying crunch that travelled all down his arm. Rotting undead bones gave easier than he'd expected. A swift raking left hook tore black gashes out of the next zombie, and then all of a sudden there was something wet on his back and he drove his body around with a vicious roundhouse, taking down two with the weight of the body of the one that had got the jump on him.
Wait -
A sudden bright light poured into the area. A headlight?
As if possessed, he broke as far as he could through the crowd, trying to get a closer look. Bodies toppled and fell, but there seemed to be no end to them.
Silently, he begged for the person in the car to notice him and help, as he caught the neck of one in a twist and snapped the crumbling bone with hardly any effort, leaving it dazed as it sunk to the floor. He didn't know how much longer he could last without making a mistake, but he didn't have a choice except to carry on trying to break through.
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"Snake!" As if he'd heard, Snake broke away from the zombies and ran. Otacon moved without hesitation, having long since mastered the controls under duress. The truck reversed then accelerated sharply, taking out the undead bodies blocking its path, and swung around closer to the hotel. Otacon lunged across the seat to unlock the door, throwing it open.
"Snake!" he shouted again, and saw another man fighting a few steps behind his friend, with silver hair and a familiar jacket. "Fox! Get in!"
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He felt as much as he saw the car, having grown accustomed enough to that sense provided by whatever they'd put in him that it didn't take effort to concentrate and process the information it was providing. It was almost another sense. When he heard Otacon's voice, coming from the truck, he turned and dashed forward.
He didn't dive into the passenger side though, and instead jumped and rolled across the hood of the truck over to the driver's side, landing next to the door and then moving so he'd be on the correct side of it to get in immediately when it opened. "Otacon!" Fox shouted. There was no way he was going to let a civilian drive in the middle of a massive battlefield like this.
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Snake frowned at Fox, trying to force his way into the driver's seat. Pulling a stunt like that in a situation like this?
"I want you to drive, Otacon," he said, rolling his eyes. "He's going to need his hands free to fight sooner or later; I don't know what he's thinking."
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"You're sure?" More thuds sounded from the back, and Otacon shook his head. He didn't disagree with Snake — if Otacon was good for one thing, it was managing transportation — but there was no time to debate it. "We need to get moving," he told Fox. The commotion had cleared the way for them, and would likely only last for another minute, tops. "They're swarming all over the town now, and popping up from every direction. There's a sheriff's office to the southeast. Take the second left onto Main Street."
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There was no time to waste, though. It was a standard transmission, like Fox had guessed, but that was no problem for him. He shifted into gear and had the truck moving at speed that was probably not as safe, but it took great care of the zombies that he managed to hit. Fox was careful to try to steer through less crowded patches to avoid as many body collisions as he could.
The sheriff's office was likely to contain weapons, but guns would be of limited use in this situation. They would only have so many bullets, against enemies that seemed limitless. Still, it was worth investigating.
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