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MORT - day 30 - wading through water

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The geek I was looking at, had definitely spotted us, even if it didn't have eyes. It was maybe 10 meters away, partially blocked by all of the debris in it's way. The thing was walking towards us deliberately, its mouth rotted away into that permanent grin that so many of the savior city geeks had.

I was just about to say something, when I heard Desmond say “Umm, guys” in a hushed voice.

I turned my head slightly, not daring to turn all the way around and saw a small flock of geek heading our way from one of those gaping mouthes in the building that surrounded us.

“I've got one... no wait. I've got four” I whispered as I turned my head back to to see My geek had been joined by 3 more.

“There are some over here as well!” Nona bellowed. The gleeful shout set my teeth on edge and I allowed myself a brief glare at Nona.

“are you trying to get us killed” I hissed still trying to keep my voice down.

“What?!” Nona said “it's not like they don't know we're here”

I looked back over at the geeks, who hadn't progressed much since I looked last. It almost seemed like they were wading through water. The debris and shrubbery was slowing them down considerably. It almost looked comical, if it wasn't for the fact that while I had been looking at Nona 3 more had attached themselves to the progression.

As an exterminator, I was used to dealing with geeks, but never geeks in the wild. My job was mostly to check the booby traps and clear the fences. The most I had to do was shoot my pellet gun at their eye and watch them go down. It was pretty easy work, even if it was kind of boring.

This was something very different. These geeks were coming at us and they were coming in spades. Behind the procession on 8 geeks, which were the ones closest to me, I spotted new ones coming out of the building. These geeks were walking with the speed I knew geeks were capable of. Maybe the shelter from the winter weather were helping them move better.

“what do we do” I asked no one in particular, as I watched the dead inch closer.
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