NIGHTSHIFT 42: MAGUS PARK

[zeus_incarnate]

The shift was familiar enough, in it's own way, but it came too soon. He wasn't sure if any of the others in the group aside from Stefan had been around long enough to witness this before, but he wanted to reassure them that this was just like the changes the institute underwent at night

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[windstwilight]

Shit shit shit shit. No weapons, no weapons. Small girl plus untrained warrior. This had the potential to get really bad, really quick. Her mind was filtering through zombie lore like flipping through the pages of a book, and Senna was trying to decide which these ones were. There were the shambling hordes ones, the quick skittery ones... Fuck, they all wanted brains, what did it matter?

She slid her scarf off from around her neck for the second time, then proceeded to wrap it tightly around one hand as she eyed the hordes closing in. Fuck if she was getting bitten trying to defend herself. Now to see if this worked....

A closer one had lunged at her, arms outstretched like it was an old friend. Senna grimaced, and dodged underneath, slamming her wrapped hand up into its jaw. Something crunched as the skin shifted, pieces of its face falling off into the rapidly overtaking night. It stumbled back a few paces to regain itself as a few more shifted to take its place. Yeah. No. Fighting here was not going to cut it.

Pausing a second to glance to make sure Meche was okay, Senna then took a breath before shooting forward, shifting her weight back as she brought her heel spinning up into the head of another, sending part of the jaw flying. She followed up with her wrapped hand again, cuffing another to the side. The stumbling, shambling hordes. Easy to shift through, but not easy to kill at all. All of her targets would be okay in seconds.

But for now there was a path. Senna reached back for Meche's arm, and ran out of the park.

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