Day 49: Late Afternoon - Kitchin' Fixins'
The sun was taking on water and riding low in the sky. Or it would if it weren't completely overcast. The needle hadn't hit overheat, but S.T. wasn't taking any chances. Time to find some place remotely defensible.
Everyone and their brother would be in the hardware store or the car lot. If they had half a brain, which was a more reasonable assumption of the Institute population than your everyday random sampling. Which meant a shitload of transforming monster nurses. He sneered at the one who was making coaxing motions towards the video store.
What could they do, put on Zombie Nurses Sex Follies and see if the staff were too brainless not to follow along?
O.K., he'd officially been here too fucking long if that had even occurred to him. He jogged out into the street without checking for cross-traffic, and into the welcoming arms of an atrocity against apostrophes. The checkout was nestled amidst bags of charcoal -- the plain kind, not the pre-petroleumized sort for yuppies who couldn't be assed to even open a bottle of lighter fluid.
[Remy?]
Everyone and their brother would be in the hardware store or the car lot. If they had half a brain, which was a more reasonable assumption of the Institute population than your everyday random sampling. Which meant a shitload of transforming monster nurses. He sneered at the one who was making coaxing motions towards the video store.
What could they do, put on Zombie Nurses Sex Follies and see if the staff were too brainless not to follow along?
O.K., he'd officially been here too fucking long if that had even occurred to him. He jogged out into the street without checking for cross-traffic, and into the welcoming arms of an atrocity against apostrophes. The checkout was nestled amidst bags of charcoal -- the plain kind, not the pre-petroleumized sort for yuppies who couldn't be assed to even open a bottle of lighter fluid.
[Remy?]