Day 49: The Pet Supply Place

[unheroed]

The bus ride had passed quickly enough, and then the moment of truth had come. The town, rather than being torn to shreds by rioting patients and the crazed undead, was more or less in good order. That was what Harvey had figured when he'd first exited the bus, anyway. His second thought had been that he was glad he had a raincoat. The drizzle was

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[notachick]

Of all the places to go once he arrived in Doyleton, Okita had no idea why he headed toward the animal pens. He was still slightly dizzy from his time on the metal deathtrap buses, barely able to keep his breakfast down as they rumbled through the winding roads. The anticipation that something was going to happen in town, however, kept him on edge all the way up to the point where he'd been dropped off at the park to the sight of a soft rain falling over the mostly unchanged town. His nurse had given him a warm blue coat to put on over his usual slacks and thick black turtleneck sweater (such bland colors that he was actually glad for the dark blue of the coat just to break it up) and then had showed him how to pull up the coat's hood to keep the drizzle from his face.

"For your health," she'd said.

Okita had only smiled at her.

Now that he was feeling better and was somewhat out of the rain as he lingered under the eaves by the fence penning in the livestock, Okita took stock of his surroundings and of a strange, almost ominous feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He'd felt it last night, too. The way the sky was set almost ready to pour, the chill that crept through all the layers of clothing he wore, and that nagging feeling almost eradicated the sense of accomplishment he had from gaining access to the basement last night. It was strange, but what was it?

Stepping a bit further out and pulling the hood up over his head, Okita kneeled down by the fence and tapped on the wood, trying to get the attention of a sow and her family of piglets - newly born within the last week. Hijikata would have called it useless nostalgia, but Okita couldn't help it.

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