http://giftofstars.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] giftofstars.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-07-19 06:54 pm

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.

[identity profile] human-sponge.livejournal.com 2009-08-04 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Even though his hands and knees smarted after that fall, Peter made sure to follow right behind Nathan as they reached the next street. He wasn't in the best physical shape and he didn't think Nathan was, either, but it seemed that in a case like this one adrenaline would be enough to push them forward no matter how tired they got.

He hoped that was the case, anyway.

"We're almost there. The buses should be..." Peter skirted around a zombie and was surprised when he saw a light coming from the parking lot.

He kept running, and it wasn't long before he could see the smoke as well. He instinctively stopped, whipping around to look at his brother. "One of them is on--"

A screech from ahead of them cut him off, though. He didn't like that sound one bit, although it was markedly different from the noises the zombies had been making. Peter felt a chill run through him. He'd heard that the nurses changed at night, but he'd never seen one for himself. It would make sense that there had been some around the buses...

Still, it probably wouldn't have been screaming like that unless someone else (someone alive) was around, and sure enough, Peter could spot two not-rotten forms, lit up by the blaze behind them.

"Sam?!" he exclaimed, even though his roommate wouldn't be able to hear him. He knew that people generally ran away from fires, but Sam (and his brother, it looked like) were definitely in a bad spot. There was no way he could turn his back on that.

"Nathan, we've gotta help them!" he yelled, not even waiting for the man to reply before he took off again.