Night 52: M51-M60 Hallway
Having finished his meal by the time the intercom went off, Zack leaned back in his seat and glanced up at the intercom in their room, winking at it in jest. "You really think some creepy warning is going to stop us?" he asked as he sprung out of his chair, quick to start getting together all of the supplies that he needed for the night. And that bravado was hardly an act; Zack wasn't the sort to get deterred easily, even if things had been going badly as of late. He'd lost Aerith, heard a lot of unpleasant things about what had happened to Cloud after his death, and his progress had been poor at best.
Still, he'd gotten asked out on a date by a pretty girl (not really, but he could pretend -- except for the fact that Tifa was clearly sweet on Cloud and he was sweet on Aerith) and would be heading into Doyleton once more (which meant it might be zombie killing time, and who could say no to that?). More than that, though, he needed to talk to Tifa about what Cloud had told him, and to thank her with utmost sincerity for helping his friend.
Though Zack had to wonder if she had ever confessed her feelings. He'd promised Tifa that he'd never tell Cloud, but that had also been years ago. Maybe she'd found someone else, or maybe she'd gotten over it. But it was just as possible that she was still carrying that torch.
He wondered if she'd tolerate him asking. He really didn't need to know what it felt to be on the receiving end of those fists, not when Tifa was a martial artist.
So, the check-list for the night was 1) Thunder materia (which went into his sweatpants pocket), 2) pry bar (right hand), 3) flashlight (left hand), and 4) radio (looped around his left wrist). He was a bit bogged down, but it was nothing he couldn't handle, considering he'd dragged the Buster Sword around for a good chunk of his time as a SOLDIER.
"Good luck with your friend and the second floor!" he called out to Locke at the last second before leaving their room. With that all taken care of, he marched down on the hall, ready and raring to go. But when wasn't he?
[To here.]
Still, he'd gotten asked out on a date by a pretty girl (not really, but he could pretend -- except for the fact that Tifa was clearly sweet on Cloud and he was sweet on Aerith) and would be heading into Doyleton once more (which meant it might be zombie killing time, and who could say no to that?). More than that, though, he needed to talk to Tifa about what Cloud had told him, and to thank her with utmost sincerity for helping his friend.
Though Zack had to wonder if she had ever confessed her feelings. He'd promised Tifa that he'd never tell Cloud, but that had also been years ago. Maybe she'd found someone else, or maybe she'd gotten over it. But it was just as possible that she was still carrying that torch.
He wondered if she'd tolerate him asking. He really didn't need to know what it felt to be on the receiving end of those fists, not when Tifa was a martial artist.
So, the check-list for the night was 1) Thunder materia (which went into his sweatpants pocket), 2) pry bar (right hand), 3) flashlight (left hand), and 4) radio (looped around his left wrist). He was a bit bogged down, but it was nothing he couldn't handle, considering he'd dragged the Buster Sword around for a good chunk of his time as a SOLDIER.
"Good luck with your friend and the second floor!" he called out to Locke at the last second before leaving their room. With that all taken care of, he marched down on the hall, ready and raring to go. But when wasn't he?
[To here.]