Night 49: Pet Supply Place

[bprd_fishman]

[ From here.]And this was not the Sun Room. Or any room at Landel's that he'd seen. The odd twisting feeling made Abe's hand slip from the door handle against his will and it slammed shut, leaving him in a far more cramped room that smelled faintly of animal food and wood shavings. "What in the world?" he whispered as he reached for his flashlight

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[tender_cruelty]

[From here]

Allelujah did not consider himself a superstitious person. He was born from science and raised by science in a world where science ruled supreme, even in an organisation called Celestial Being. But still, as the dizzy feeling cleared and the location resolved itself, he couldn't help but feel that perhaps, just perhaps, he shouldn't have thought about the door breaking and dumping them in the town. Again.

The shelves were filled with sacks of dog food and leashes and those toys that made obnoxious squeaking sounds. Since all of the animals at the Institute seemed to prefer fresh human flesh and would probably shred a squeaky rubber chicken within five seconds, he felt that it was safe to assume they were still in Doyleton.

"I think," he said dryly, "that someone hates us."

[its_the_mileage]

"No kidding," Indy answered equally dryly. The pet shop. His favorite place. He took a couple of steps forward into the store, only far enough to give Dent room to follow him in--last week he'd needed something here, but now he didn't and he wasn't going to make the mistake of letting anything rotten get between him and the door. The sweep of his flashlight beam around the room didn't reveal their unusually fast friend or any other Zombis, but they hadn't noticed that thing at first the last time they'd come in, either.

"Dent, does it look the same now as it did earlier today?" he asked in a tight voice, hoping to learn whatever they could from this place in short order and get the hell out of it.

[unheroed]

Even with an axe in hand, Harvey was not happy to find that they'd somehow ended up back in the pet shop. While it was better than having to run through the rain and dodge zombies, it wasn't like he wanted to be here in the first place. He'd already been here twice, and that was two times too many

[tender_cruelty]

There wasn't even anything useful here was there? Unless he wanted to try taking down hordes of the undead with a dog leash and kibble (he didn't - even Hallelujah wasn't fond of that idea. They had their sense of self-preservation after all). He wandered down the aisle a little way, checking for any monsters which might have been left behind, still keeping an ear out to the conversation behind him. "So the change that comes across the Institute at night comes across here too," he said thought fully. "Habitually I mean, not just last week. I wonder if the townspeople know." He wondered if any of the townspeople had died last week for real, or whether they had just woken up back in their beds as the patients did

[its_the_mileage]

Why would the store be in this kind of mess again? Indy didn't have a clue. It was certainly possible that the store had already been ransacked tonight by other patients who'd ended up there, but he wondered if that mess in the leash aisle didn't look a little familiar. It couldn't really be that the town was--partially--cleaned up during the day and went back to the same battered state at night. None of it made any sense