Nightshift 42: North Street
[from here]Being stuck in a small room with those monstrosities didn't seem the safest option. Being outside, with more space to see and move sounded far better. But when Klavier actually got outside, he suddenly thought maybe the small room didn't seem so bad
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He was right--it was worse out here. And, of course, the two of them being injured as they were, being out in the open was not the best of options. They needed somewhere safe, and quickly. At most, he only had a few cards in case of emergency, but...
"Any ideas, love?" He tossed a few cards in order to stop a few of those zombies coming their way, but he knew he did not have enough to stop them all. "Hardware store, perhaps?"
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It gave him the creeps.
Now that they were out on the street, Grell had a much better view of the area and how wrong it all was. Thankfully, Grell had the presence of mind to grab the gift he'd been given on the way out and now he clutched it to his side, possessively. If those bloody zombies wanted it, they'd have to kill him for it. "Hardw--" Perfect. Yes! A hardware store! Where they'd have all the tools he needed! One of those wretched creatures came up from behind and Grell turned kicking it hard in the stomach to get it away. "Yes! A hardware store! Exactly what I need. Where is it?"
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...Unfortunately, it was also two streets down from their current location. The Nobody normally would not mind, but considering the circumstances of these nasty creatures in their way...
"This way." More cards were scattered violently toward those oncoming hordes, and again, Luxord grasped the God by the hand and (for once in about a week) took to running down the street and to their location.
If they came empty-handed once reaching that store, X would be very unhappy.
[ SPRINTING. SPRINTING D:]
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All Kristoph had to go by was a scream, but the pitch and the inflections were enough to pull the man in that direction. His intuition, it seemed, had been right on the mark. The figure toward the antique's shop could not be mistaken. And when he reached the little skirmish, he did what any meat-shield-needing man would do: he swung his plastic bird into the skulls of his brother's attackers. Repeatedly.
It wasn't until the last shriveled and died that he extended his eyes toward Klavier. "You were fortunate I was nearby," he commented flatly. "Are you hurt?"
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Before he could explain on the why, however, a flash of lights and a roar flew past the pairs' visual range. A truck, came the identification. The corner of his lips twitched in amusement. Someone had been clever.
"We need," he continued, as though no interruption had taken place, "to move. We will discuss the details--" Here, he paused to whirl at another approaching zombie and bring down a second barrage of strikes into poor sap's head. "--later. Let's go."
[To here.]
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Old model or not, there was no denying that the truck could handle itself against pedestrians. "Sorry!" Otacon yelled as the vehicle swung into North Street and sideswiped two zombies. He'd chosen this way hoping it would be less crowded with patients, and it was, with the apparent trade-off being even more zombies. Otacon hit the horn to warn anyone up ahead that he was coming through.
"They're coming out of the woods," he noticed disbelievingly, looking to the fields on his right. The horn sounded several more times as he sped up. Maybe it was his imagination, but it almost seemed like the noise had an unfortunate side effect of attracting an uncomfortable amount of undead attention. Which was fine, he supposed, as long as they didn't trap him in the middle of the road and turn his vehicle into a metal coffin.
When had he become so morbid? Otacon forced himself to concentrate on locating Fox first, and then he could worry about surviving this. On the bright side, whatever it was that had landed this truck in the auto ( ... )
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She guessed she should be thankful that her arm wasn't more ripped up. It itched and stung, but it wasn't gushing blood or torn to pieces. So that was good, right? No sudden urge for brains, no sudden death. Yeah, something good. Right.
She skirted the building to peer into the next street. Less people for sure. Same amount of undead fiends. This was not as easy as it had seemed at the start. Find a less populated area, and then find weapons, then regroup. Nope. That plan of attack failed, and now they were still weaponless and in the same situation. Senna leaned out from the shadows a little, squinting down the street. There were some buildings up there but she couldn't make them out. She shifted her weight, mouth thinning into a line. "Let's make for those," she said quietly. "Then we'll see what we can do."
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Movement seemed to be the key. Running and dodging worked well, and with their momentum, the zombies were shoved out of the way nicely. She had a feeling though, that some wouldn't be pushed so easily, but how the one by the pet store got the jump on her, teeth gnashing so close to her face....
Elbowing a body to the side, Senna called, "This store or the next? There might be something we can--" A grunt as she shoved a body off her small frame, kicked it back for extra measure. "--Use," she finished, glaring. The living dead did nothing for the proclaimed-Shinenju's mood, especially when they reminded one far too much of what they supposedly were.
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If the kitchen was a nightmare, then the outdoors were hell. It was literally crawling and moaning zombies as far as the eye could see. They seemed to be coming from the fields across the road. This was bad, really bad.
The sound of a loud horn honking brought her attention to an old truck that was plowing down the road, hitting every zombie that was in it's path. If only there was a secure and safe method of transportation to get them out of this horror story. Even with her limited powers, one cannon blast wouldn't be enough to create a temporary path to the other side of town, or wherever.
"W-Where should we go now?" she called out while waving her frying pan at any creature that got too close to them.
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Normally the pirate might have protested about being pulled out of a kitchen, but with the way zombies were crawling all over everything, and the food had looked kind of rotten, maybe he'd be better off looking in another kitchen later. Anyway, seeing how all the zombies were moaning and reaching after them like that, it looked like they were wanting to turn them into a midnight snack! The thought was pretty funny to Luffy, but he kept the laughing to a small chuckle this time.
The sound of a horn caught Luffy's attention, too, and he gazed, wide-eyed, at the vehicle that was running over all those zombies. "Whoahh!" Luffy had never seen anything like that! Well, except maybe the "buses" they used to get to Doyleton, but those looked different.
Upon hearing the girl's question, he pointed a finger at the thing on the road. "We should get one of those!" he suggested with excitement.
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Watching Kurogane take the lead, Chise couldn't help but worry about him. "Be careful Mr. Kuro! I can take the lead if you're unable to." Pulling out a pair of knives from her 'bag', she handed them to Kurogane. It was a small butter knife and a bread knife. "I grabbed a couple more knives for you, if you want them. They're not swords, but at least they're sharp, I think ( ... )
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