Nightshift 42: Germaine Street

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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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Something thudded behind him, and Otacon knew before he'd looked that they were getting into the truck bed now. In front of him stood several more, blindly slapping the warm hood of the car as they sought out a living victim. "Oh, great." The longer he idled here, the more dangerous it would become. Otacon readied himself to escape, but right then, his gaze panned across the Black Rock Inn, and gave him a start as he recognized the man fighting at the entrance.

"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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Fox had dashed out after Snake, wishing that he had something a bit heavier or deadlier than the leg of a bar stool, but it worked well enough. He didn't bother to try to kill anything as he tried to catch back up to Snake.

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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"Otacon," Snake said, mostly to himself, trying to hide his gratefulness, and slipped easily into the seat. He slammed the door seconds before a zombie hand slammed against the glass. As it pulled away it left a blurry print. "We were coming to get you."

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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Otacon had unlocked and opened the driver's side door the moment he guessed what Fox intended, and slid to the middle of the bench so neither soldier had to spend a single wasted second outside. He glanced back at Snake, plainly relieved to see him again safe (or as safe as Snake ever was, seriously, did it have to be zombies), and frowned slightly.

"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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Fox wasted no time getting in the driver side seat when Otacon got out of the way. He frowned, but didn't spare a glance at Snake, and he didn't bother to explain his thinking either.

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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