Nightshift 42: Dorst Street
[From here.]
The light wasn't much better outside of the trees due to the fog, but it was enough to give looking through his notes a shot. The small writing in his journal was still nearly unreadable, but his photos were a little easier to decipher. Field trip, he read off of Anise's picture. No reason as to why she's following me or where we're going. Probably wrote that down in my journal. Great help it is now.
He ran his hand through his hair again, making sure the area was relatively zombie-free before taking a seat on a curbside. He could see silhouettes moving in the fog and dim light, but they were a distance away and not yet heading toward the pair. The frustration of being attacked and fighting monsters and not knowing what the hell was going on was starting was visibly wearing on him- Just sit and think for a minute. Work this out.
He flexed his arm a couple of times, feeling the burn from the claw marks that were dug into his skin. It looked nasty, but not as horrible as the vile ooze that covered his shoulder and chest. It looked like blood and vomit- Leonard wasn't sure he wanted to know if that's what it actually was. He checked under his soaked shirt- No wound. Must not be my blood. Figured I'd have felt it if I was wounded that badly.
"You hurt?" he decided to ask Anise during the calm.
The light wasn't much better outside of the trees due to the fog, but it was enough to give looking through his notes a shot. The small writing in his journal was still nearly unreadable, but his photos were a little easier to decipher. Field trip, he read off of Anise's picture. No reason as to why she's following me or where we're going. Probably wrote that down in my journal. Great help it is now.
He ran his hand through his hair again, making sure the area was relatively zombie-free before taking a seat on a curbside. He could see silhouettes moving in the fog and dim light, but they were a distance away and not yet heading toward the pair. The frustration of being attacked and fighting monsters and not knowing what the hell was going on was starting was visibly wearing on him- Just sit and think for a minute. Work this out.
He flexed his arm a couple of times, feeling the burn from the claw marks that were dug into his skin. It looked nasty, but not as horrible as the vile ooze that covered his shoulder and chest. It looked like blood and vomit- Leonard wasn't sure he wanted to know if that's what it actually was. He checked under his soaked shirt- No wound. Must not be my blood. Figured I'd have felt it if I was wounded that badly.
"You hurt?" he decided to ask Anise during the calm.