Night 42: Wicker Street

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[from here]Junpei burst out of the Twin Pines, dragging his chair along with him. Wide eyed, with sweat dripping down his face (he was so not crying), the teen stared at the hordes of zombies in the street. What was he going to do? He could still feel Chidori's presence, so she had to be alright. She had to be - right? RIGHT

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Otacon had been putting the finishing touches on his town map when the zombies happened, at which point he'd let out the sort of terrified yelp he hadn't made since... well, since a day ago when they'd encountered a hibernating Gekko. Except, while the sight before him was on par with the shock scare of a Gekko's sudden bellow, Gekkos never made Otacon want to escape to a corner and vomit. This was what everyone had meant when they'd spoken of monsters? Not that he'd doubted them, but this was completely-

A zombie lumbered too close, snapping Otacon out of his stunned thoughts, and some instinct made him throw out a punch, the way Snake had taught him years ago. "AaaaAAAaah," he yelped again as rotting flesh and bone viscerally folded underneath his fist, enough to make the zombie stumble but not enough to stop it. Otacon backed away without hesitation, growing increasingly aware that the street was filling up and all he had as a weapon was his journal. Others - patients, he guessed - didn't seem fazed at all. While violence normally held no fascination for Otacon, he would've stopped to stare at the two blonde women making short work of zombies in the center of the road. But by the time the thought flashed through his head (they're like something out of an action movie), his feet had already carried him away from another pack of undead and weren't stopping.

Otacon was no fighter, not by a long shot, but what he was was a survivor. RUN, he thought to himself. Pretend you have the stealth camo, his mind added to that desperately, while underneath his fear and panic, it was working fast. Earlier this evening, he'd glimpsed Fox walking into the Black Rock Hotel several blocks to the east. While there was a slim chance that he was still there, and even less of a chance that Otacon would survive the distance on foot, it was his best bet at the moment.

On foot...? Hang on. He had another option.

[ To here.]