Nightshift 42: Monkey Wrench Auto Repairs
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It was only a few quick strides to the auto repair shop, but Otacon had seen enough movies to know that was plenty of time for a zombie to bite him. He needed a weapon. Something long or heavy or anything. He dashed across the small lot and into the garage, which held slightly less undead townspeople than the street... but not by much ( Read more... )
It was only a few quick strides to the auto repair shop, but Otacon had seen enough movies to know that was plenty of time for a zombie to bite him. He needed a weapon. Something long or heavy or anything. He dashed across the small lot and into the garage, which held slightly less undead townspeople than the street... but not by much ( Read more... )
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The repair bay was the quietest place Taura had seen. The things -- the zombies seemed to follow humans, and this place had been deserted. A tangled wreck of zombie and toolkit lay tangled on the floor, and a few more crumpled bodies showed tire tracks, but the building appeared quiet.
Appearances could be deceiving. Deprived of the sight and sound of fresh meat, the resident population was biding its time, paused mid-step in pacing the small office area, some small remaining human instincts telling them to wait there and people would come to them.
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At least if they both lived to see tomorrow.
Ken glanced around the quiet (for now) shop, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. The branch he'd grabbed was working well enough for the moment, but it wouldn't last. On the workbench, in the scattered mess, were a couple of wrenches of some kind or other--dissimilar in look enough that they had to have different functions, but both were long and solid.
Like hell Ken knew what they were called, but a two foot long metal bar was probably a better weapon than what any of them had. Ken grabbed them and tossed one to Aya, and offered the other to Taura first, wordlessly.
[ooc: a breaker bar and a torque wrench :3b]
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As soon as they got into the shop Aya slammed the door shut. It actually took two tries. Once to get the rotted hand trying to stick through out of the doorway, the second to actually shut the door. His chair came in handy once again as it got shoved under the doorknob for at least the beginning of a barricade.
"It won't last. We need something heavier." He glanced around the bay they were in, taking note that it seemed someone had passed through before they'd gotten in. Taken the car too. There went the idea of trying to hotwire one and get out of the town. Aya turned back to the other two just in time to catch the bar Ken threw at him. He didn't stop, testing its weight even as he went over to the front of the garage where a large rolling cart was stationed. He pushed at it, noticed the locks on the wheels and started to work at getting them undone.
It ( ... )
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She gave it a few experimental swings as she padded around the back of the shop, checking the walls. The mortar between the concrete bricks was cracking and flaking in places, and the paint had aged a century in a few minutes, but the walls were still firm and a good handsbreadth -- her real handsbreath -- thick ( ... )
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It was fortunate that the office door's lock was of a model similar to one he'd studied before. The Batman spared no haste in practically slamming the door shut behind the group when they entered. Or perhaps "slamming" wasn't the correct term to describe it. It was more like "shoving the door forcefully closed against the pushing force of a newly-formed group of zombies trying to come in after them."
The office itself was empty. Small, cramped, but "protected" on both sides with doors...the place could easily turn into a trap if they became surrounded by zombies, but thanks to Landel's improbably teleportation "trick" at the end of the night...all they had to do was to make it through this one night.
Papers. Basic supplies. For once, Batman wasn't interested in examining the content of the writings so much as the materials they were printed on. He looked from the desk to the Flash, then to Bart.
"I'm going through to the other side to get some weapons. The two of you will ( ... )
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He didn't really remember actually entering the building, just a vague sense of following his companions, knowing that he really didn't want to get left behind. He knew he had to stick close to Wally, for...for some reason, but...Why did he feel so awful?
He thought someone might be speaking to him, but Bart couldn't hear anything over the sudden rushing in his ears -- and then his knees couldn't seem to support him anymore...
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He turned away from the door, wondering what exactly Bats thought Bart was going to 'clean him up' with. All there seemed to be was a mess of receipts, bits of paper, general office supplies, and Bart falling over like his legs had just given out for some reason.Wally jerked forward and managed to catch a hold of Bart before he hit the ground, but the sudden weight on his injured arm made him yelp and then bite his lip hard. Bart was clearly out of it and it took him a bit to lower him down to the ground, the blood on his arm making things difficult and getting everywhere. That done, Wally carefully checked that Bart was still, as far as he could tell, okay - still breathing, hadn't been bitten or anything as far as he could see - then shoved a couple of books under the kid's feet which was... about ( ... )
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Standing up seemed like a really bad idea -- why did he feel so awful? -- but at least the spots were gone. He looked around, quickly spotting Wally close by, still covered with blood. The wrongness of it all just made Bart feel worse, but he had no choice but to deal with it, right...?
"What happened?" he asked, honestly confused. Wait...why were there books under his feet?
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The story about how Hijikata got from running like Hell chasing after his dreams into the glowing albeit eerily horizon to trying his best to shove ten or fifteen zombies away from the Auto Repairs Shop door was this:
1. He had been running, and fighting, and somewhere in between running and fighting he'd come across this building, and maybe it was just the increased adrenaline levels in his bloodstream but somehow this building seemed that much more attractive than the building that had come before it, and--
2. He was sick of running.
3. Zombies look a lot less frightening when clamoring around a closed door like the overzealous fan of that new Latin pop idol who can't really sing, but looks really hot with his hair slicked back, and so. Yeah.
4. His dream-filled horizon was probably waiting for hid behind that door.
5. ....okay, point is, he was somehow at the door, okay?!
"Frikkin' moroni--" Hijikata growled between blows as he attempted to just shove his leg through the corpses and kick the door open ( ... )
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