Night 52: Wicker Street (Doyleton)

[zack_fair]

[From here.]As far as Zack could tell, he hadn't really been to this part of town. It looked like he hadn't explored enough after all, though it was way different seeing it all at night. Even outside, there were some street lamps that would come on and off sporadically, but he did his best to ignore that, along with the unsettling way that his

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angst puddle, watch your step

[36_24_35]

"..... Yes," She eventually responded, very thankful to be standing ahead of Zack while she struggled to keep a straight face. And though she was aware that his questioning sprouted simply from curiosity, the amount of carefully-spoken feedback from everyone was beginning to leave her dispirited. Perhaps her motivation was more shallow than she realized. It was meant for the patients' benefit, but it seemed more likely she was just trying to preserve the way of life that was taken from her. It had been her comfort zone and maybe she was missing it. Adding insult to injury, she had dragged Zack into her self-indulgent project. In his eyes was she no longer professional now that her goal seemed more like an excuse than an asset?

Either selfishly or selflessly, it was too late to throw her hands up in defeat now. Tifa had to believe that a bit of self-consciousness would be worth the end result. It would be a place for civilians to relax for a night together without the terrible possibility of death lurking around every corner. If there was one thing she knew, besides fighting and drinking, it was knowing how to comfort someone, even if she couldn't comfort herself.

Since this was her outing, the brunette was happy to be the one responsible for their scouting. It was unclear as to whether Main Street was the next intersection left or right. The only clue was the comparable concentration of lights that flickered on and off down Wicker. The right was clearly more bright and inviting. "Let's try this way..."

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