Night 52: Main Street

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Now that they had found the right place, Zack had to remember where exactly the bar was. Had Tifa been there before, or has she only heard about it from other people? Either way, the soldier was fairly certain that he knew where to go from here, and that was to the left.

There was just one problem, though: they weren't alone. While the zombies didn't seem to have noticed them yet, they were still shambling around on the main road, heads tilting to the side or hands outstretched as they searched for food.

For them.

"Looks like we might have to make a run for it," he said with a sigh as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Unless we want to try the materia out now." It was tempting, but that might also classify as suicidal, hence why he wanted Tifa's opinion.

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They made it a little further before one came after Tifa, and Zack spun around right in time to see her take it out with her bare hands (and feet). It was a pretty impressive sight, enough that he actually paused for a moment just to watch. She'd clearly come a long way, and while that should have been obvious by now, Zack kept being struck by the time difference between him and his friends in all sorts of ways.

"We're just about there," he told her as he kept an eye on the dispersed horde, wanting the mindless creatures to know that he wasn't going to be taken by surprise so easily. A little further down the street, on the other side, he could see the double doors that led into the bar. Zack was hoping that the bar itself wasn't crowded with these things, though they seemed to prefer the outside for whatever reason.

Or maybe he was just telling himself that.

Moving further away from the downed (yet still clawing) zombie, he nodded toward those doors. "It's there," he said, "across the street. We're just going to have to run as fast as we can... barrel through them." And hope that their claws didn't scratch and their jaws didn't bite -- not too much, anyway.

He bent his knees slightly, preparing to run again. "All right. One... two... three!" And then he took off across the street, expecting Tifa to follow. His pry bar was held in front of him as he got ready for one of those things to get in his way. And if they did? He'd smacked them down.

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Zack took the lead and that was just fine with her. He made a better bulldozer anyhow, and his weapon could keep the zombies at bay the way her fists couldn't. Hunching her shoulders inward to make herself less of a target, Tifa followed right behind the former SOLDIER's path. A few hands grabbed her, and every time the brunette stopped breathing, hoping against hope this wouldn't end in cuts of bites. The last thing she needed was to get injured again. Her track record was lousy enough.

The doors into the bar were in sight, and Tifa hoped they were unlocked as well. In front of the entrance, she turned around to the growing crowd of undead. Her back pressed up against Zack's to encourage motion into the bar while an idea struck her outside. Neither of their materia were going to help thwart the zombies, but she figured she could attempt to obstruct them. Summoning a spell of ice, she coated the concrete before the door with a thick skin of black ice. It may be a waste, but that was no excuse not to try. At least it'd be amusing to watch them slip. Maybe a few of them would skull themselves right into a coma.