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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Sync wasn't sure how long it took them to reach the end, but by the time they made it to Germaine Street there was hardly an inch of him that wasn't covered in blood. The coagulating liquid had long since soaked into his shoes and pants, turning them a dark shade of reddish black that bled all the way to his thighs. Meanwhile his arms suffered the same fate, the same rotting blood drenching both his sleeves up to his shoulders.

The teen had expected this kind of mess considering the staggering amount of monsters, but he wasn't prepared for the wave of exhaustion that was beginning to envelop his entire body. Even now his limbs quivered, joints protesting each time he moved. It was strange; endurance was a key factor to being a fighter, but he found it odd that he'd be so tired so soon...

However, he didn't have time to think about it now. Everywhere they went there were even more monsters, but Sync stubbornly moved forward, keeping an eye out for anything that remotely resembled an inn. Unfortunately, relief wasn't there even after they moved through the entire street, but the teen was already on the move.

"Let's go this way," Sync shouted at Dahlia above the roar of her weapon, pointing north.

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Sync wasn't the only one tired or covered head to toe in gore. The more she cut that blade into them, the more that got on her, the more her weapon dulled, and the harder she had to push. Her arms were already shaking from effort and all those cute bruises lining her arms from those disgusting hands and their grip, but she didn't complain. It was just something else she had to do if she wanted to survive.

Dahlia followed behind Sync with his same determination, taking off to where he pointed. They had better find some place they could rest so she could switch blades and check the batteries.

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