Nightshift 42: Crossroader's Bar and Casino
Something was wrong. Hitsugaya could feel it in his soul. The sky darkened and an ominous wind passed through the town, heralding something sinister. Before his very eyes, the whole place underwent a horrific transformation, particularly the town residents. They had become monsters with decaying skin, revealing muscle and bone beneath.
"Get out of the streets!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
There were far too many enemies for the patients to take on. If they stayed outside, they'd be killed.
"Come on!"
Hitsugaya dragged Hokuto along. He couldn't worry about everyone else, but he could at least help her. Despite their awkwardness, he couldn't just leave the girl behind.
As they ran through the streets, the feeling of ice-cold finger tips ghosted the back of his neck. A sense of urgency welled up in the pit of his stomach and propelled him towards the closest door. He didn't have time to be picky. As soon as they were inside, Hitsugaya threw himself against the wooden doors. The energetic pounding on the door said more about zombies' ravenous intent than their ghastly moans.
"Get the table! We need to barricade the door!"
He saw a girl grapple with the bartender, but he couldn't afford to help her right now. Just holding back the door required all his strength.
"Get out of the streets!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
There were far too many enemies for the patients to take on. If they stayed outside, they'd be killed.
"Come on!"
Hitsugaya dragged Hokuto along. He couldn't worry about everyone else, but he could at least help her. Despite their awkwardness, he couldn't just leave the girl behind.
As they ran through the streets, the feeling of ice-cold finger tips ghosted the back of his neck. A sense of urgency welled up in the pit of his stomach and propelled him towards the closest door. He didn't have time to be picky. As soon as they were inside, Hitsugaya threw himself against the wooden doors. The energetic pounding on the door said more about zombies' ravenous intent than their ghastly moans.
"Get the table! We need to barricade the door!"
He saw a girl grapple with the bartender, but he couldn't afford to help her right now. Just holding back the door required all his strength.