Nightshift 42: Bohr Street

[pleading_ngri]

[from here]

Windows were dark on Bohr street, but doors worryingly open, and Phoenix's eyes kept darting to each new entrance they passed, dark rectangles like open graves. He tried to think of what was this way, but his mind was a spinning blank, bolting like a rabbit every time a new face turned to stare at them with those hollow, filmy eyes. "

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[gothamnight]

If bad things came in threes- Bruce thought almost absently as he fractured a zombie's arm. With Clark's death, the counseling, and this thing occurring within just days...it was enough to make anyone suspicious, never mind the scores of patients who'd been trying for weeks to understand the forces that made Landel's so formidable. Bruce anticipated a lively bulletin the next morning; for now, though...

There was an undeniable I knew it feeling to this sudden catastrophe; lunch and the afternoon had gone too well for comfort, and after last night, it'd take more than a horde of zombies to divert Bruce's focus. The change in the town was hardly subtle-in fact, it'd been obvious as soon as the sun went down that their surroundings had changed. Like a true ghost town, the buildings were in shambles and the dull luster of the walls evoked bloodshed. Bruce assumed this was the first time a change of this scale had happened; as he threw a second zombie into the first one, Bruce couldn't help but wonder if the next time they came into Doyleton, they would find the populace changed. These dead, decaying corpses were beyond recognizable, and there'd been people "living" in this town; it wasn't a stretch to think that the two were one in the same.

There were more of them now; there'd only be more as the night went on. Bruce's eyes widened as one of them came at him, jaws trembling; instinct and some half-baked rememberance of Dick's old horror flicks drove him to dodge just as the zombie stretched its grip farther and attempted to bite him. Finally comprehending, Bruce landed a hard punch to the creature's skull, ignored the crunch of bone beneath his knuckles, and noted the way the zombie fell to the ground-perhaps not dead, but stunned.

The head. Aim for the head.

Eyes narrowing, Batman ran towards the corner.

"We'll arm ourselves at the hardware store-this way!"

With that, he darted left into Main Street and trusted the Flash to follow.

[to here.]