Nightshift 42: Central Street
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Punching zombies was almost mechanical now, though Wally wasn't sure if that was from having hit so many or from blood loss kicking in. Maybe it was even both? He'd been punching so many, following Bats as he led the way down the street running down the centre of Doyleton, that they'd all started to blur together into a rhythm of 'punch, step, punch, run'. He was pretty sure there was starting to be less of the punching before running now that they were getting out of the main street. Less people, less zombies.
Man, he was feeling tired. He'd have given almost anything for them to get a break now, just a couple of seconds to rest. Catch his breath and stuff. But while there were less zombies now, he was bleeding enough to attract any that were close by, so unless the zombie apocalypse decided to go home early, he probably wasn't going to be getting that break any time soon.
Wally jerked back as another zombie got a little too close before he got a swing in. At this point he wasn't worried about putting them down permanently, just long enough that he could get the hell out of the area, but it was still slow going and he'd had more than the one near miss.
"Where are we going?" he yelled out to Bats, trying to locate where the dark figure had disappeared to this time. Getting lost in a horde of zombies would really bite. Literally.
Punching zombies was almost mechanical now, though Wally wasn't sure if that was from having hit so many or from blood loss kicking in. Maybe it was even both? He'd been punching so many, following Bats as he led the way down the street running down the centre of Doyleton, that they'd all started to blur together into a rhythm of 'punch, step, punch, run'. He was pretty sure there was starting to be less of the punching before running now that they were getting out of the main street. Less people, less zombies.
Man, he was feeling tired. He'd have given almost anything for them to get a break now, just a couple of seconds to rest. Catch his breath and stuff. But while there were less zombies now, he was bleeding enough to attract any that were close by, so unless the zombie apocalypse decided to go home early, he probably wasn't going to be getting that break any time soon.
Wally jerked back as another zombie got a little too close before he got a swing in. At this point he wasn't worried about putting them down permanently, just long enough that he could get the hell out of the area, but it was still slow going and he'd had more than the one near miss.
"Where are we going?" he yelled out to Bats, trying to locate where the dark figure had disappeared to this time. Getting lost in a horde of zombies would really bite. Literally.