Nightshift 42: Sheriff's Office
[from here]"There's gotta be something here you can use..." Yousuke was a little proud of himself for having thought of this, even though it was possible they wouldn't find anything. It would also be less crowded here, at least for the time being. If they could take care of the zombies here and around it they might be able to hold up in there for
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Recluse finally got his way to the sheriff's office, staying next to the door outside to keep the zombies off of the others for long enough to get them all in safely. As soon as Marcus was close enough to be sure his former friend could hear him, he started to speak in French, to keep the conversation private while he held off the zombies.
"I know what you're likely thinking about who I brought along with me. He said he is a tracker and has metahuman abilities to match, which would have been useful on a normal night. Unfortunately, things have not gone as planned." Villains always saved themselves first. Afterward, they saved face. Others were usually left to fend for themselves.
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He was a coward, sure. Plenty of Decepticons were cowards. But when they got their backs to the wall or their wings to the ceiling they stood and they fought because some things went deeper than programming. Scourge picked up a chair by the back legs and took a fighting stance, teeth ever so slightly bared at the pair.
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"W-where are we going?!" he stuttered to ask, hoping to get away from the thoughts of getting himself eaten alive, but his question was soon answered when they got to the place. It was also crawling with the zombies, which did not make Sokka feel any better, but being somewhere was better than the street!
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He'd heard what Stefan was saying in French, but felt it wasn't particularly important at the moment. Though he could acknowledge that there were some abilities that would be useful, just not in the current situation. "Scourge, get the door. Only let other patients in," Marcus ordered. He could at least hopefully keep a door closed and defended against simple-minded zombies, since that's what these seemed to be.
There weren't enough zombies in the room at the moment to warrant using his powers, so Marcus charged at the nearest one, turning the charge into a strong uppercut as the zombie clawed at his jacket and attempted to grab him.
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The head, however, kept moving. Odd. And a little irritating. He brought his boot down again to the back of the thing's skull, hearing another crack. It stopped moving. So, only head trauma of appropriate force could kill this variety of zombie, not just severing the connection to the rest of the body. He'd have to keep that in mind.
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He stuck the top of the chairback against the doorknob, the way he'd seen in the movies, but left a small crack in the door so he could keep a watch and a listen out for anyone who didn't look dead. Of course, in this light it was very easy to mistake the living for the zombified, and Scourge could hardly be blamed for leaving someone who was already mauled out in the cold to distract the zombies from the more healthy humans...
No, wait, this was Lord Reclusewave. He'd probably know the moment Scourge considered it as an option, let alone if he actually did it. The tracker took a look over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming at him directly, then peered through the crack in the door again.
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"H-hey... I can help, you know!" Sokka stammered out defiantly, but stayed in the corner for just a little longer, trying to think of just how he could do that. Looking around the area he was in, he yanked down what looked like a picture frame only much more worn and decided that it would be the best he could do ( ... )
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"Be careful!" Marcus shouted at the kid that was waving around a picture frame of all things as a weapon. Well, it was better than nothing, but the kid was still in a pretty good position to get himself very seriously injured. Although as long as he stayed close Marcus would be able to protect him.
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"Was going to," he grumbled, peering out the door again. A zombie so decayed it was mostly bone lurched forward, trying to bite Scourge's tempting flesh, and Scourge jabbed the screwdriver up into its sinus cavity. "Does he ever give orders for something we're not already doing?"
It was a sign of Scourge's inevitable adjustment to weirdness that his cursing, when the dismembered hands began crawling across the floor in search of his ankles, was out of annoyance more than fear. What he wouldn't give for a handheld metal tube, small metal cones to fill it with, and a crude firing mechanism.
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Marcus grabbed the next zombie by the throat, and used his slightly greater reach to keep the thing from clawing at his eyes. It still managed to hook it's fingers in the jacket and rip it slightly, drawing only a little blood, though Marcus didn't even feel the wounds. He held the zombie in place as he snapped it's neck and dropped it to the ground, hearing the kid drop a file cabinet on the zombie that had followed him. A quick glance revealed that the zombie was successfully stopped, so Marcus gave it no more attention.
He'd ask what a 'Space Sword' was later, although using a boomerang as a weapon seemed a bit odd.
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Also, Marcus seemed to have kept himself from being bitten thus far. What a shame.
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Space...what? Even in the midst of rotting terror Scourge spared a moment to give Sokka a look of bewilderment before the wriggling zombie fingers caught his attention again. Good thinking on the drawers, though. The undead population in the office seemed to be thinning out a bit. Most of them were in pieces, mobile or immobile, and if Marcus and Lord Recluse and the rest kept it up they'd probably be all right in a minute or two.
Of course, the undead population outside just kept increasing, throwing their unthinking weight against the door again and again. Scourge's chair, the keystone of his defenses, was beginning to slip against the floor.
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Unfortunately though, that left Sokka's "arsenal" of the corner all but spent in terms of weapons. He supposed he could try to get the fallen cabinets back up and taunt what was left of the zombies over, but he wasn't so sure he could get it back up on his own. That didn't mean he was just going to quit though!
He jumped up onto the back of the cabinets and looked around a moment before using them like a bridge to get out of the corner and over to the guy at the door. "Anything I can do to help?" he asked, understanding that the door was the only thing blocking more of the zombies from getting in.
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