Nightshift 42: Bohr Street
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Windows were dark on Bohr street, but doors worryingly open, and Phoenix's eyes kept darting to each new entrance they passed, dark rectangles like open graves. He tried to think of what was this way, but his mind was a spinning blank, bolting like a rabbit every time a new face turned to stare at them with those hollow, filmy eyes. "Barricade. Barricade and weapons," he panted, the bare essentials of a plan, breathless but ready to run for an hour if he had to. His sweat-slicked hand started to slip against Miles' and he tightened his hold reflexively, glancing back.
Windows were dark on Bohr street, but doors worryingly open, and Phoenix's eyes kept darting to each new entrance they passed, dark rectangles like open graves. He tried to think of what was this way, but his mind was a spinning blank, bolting like a rabbit every time a new face turned to stare at them with those hollow, filmy eyes. "Barricade. Barricade and weapons," he panted, the bare essentials of a plan, breathless but ready to run for an hour if he had to. His sweat-slicked hand started to slip against Miles' and he tightened his hold reflexively, glancing back.