"Where are we...?" He looked around at the deserted delapitated buildings around him. The doors and windows like black mouths screaming silently at him. Captain Kirk did not like this place. Not one bit.
Fog blanketed the entire town, so thick he couldn't see the buildings at the next intersection. For all he knew the street went on forever and ever.
"Captain... the tricorders seem to be malfunctioning." Spock was just as uneasy about the place (as uneasy as the Vulcan could manage which was just a furrowed brow). They all could feel something was wrong with where they just beamed down.
"Damnit Jim.... Where the hell are we?" McCoy glared angrily at the communicator in his hand which was not working either. "This sure as hell isn't planet Zut."
Spock looked up from the broken tricorder. He turned to stare into the fog. "Jim... Did you hear that?"
Jim took a cautious step forward. He could hear his heart beating in his ears. "B....Bones..." He stared into the fog which seemed to get thicker by the second.
It was McCoy's turn to glare into the fog. This place was so eerie... quiet... too quiet.... There were no sounds other than himself and the other two men breathing. Suddenly he got this overwhelming feeling of absolute dread. It choked him and made his heart do double time. He wanted to run away. Something was wrong.
Suddenly the tricorders and communicators lit up and let out this horrible screeching static with sounds under it that sounded like bones being pulled from thier sockets. Spock dropped the tricorder and swiftly moved his hands to cover his ears, the sound had pitches that the two humans couldn't hear and it hurt his ears.
Out of the fog came this digusting thing that lurched and stumbled towards them. It looked like it had no arms... and no face. From a hole in its chest dropped black liquid that when it made contact with the ground beneath it let out a sizzle and a horrible smell. But the shrieks that came from the thing were like nothing any of them had heard before.
"We come in peace..." Kirk looked at it. It didn't stop, no, it actually picked up speed and started hacking and coughing and shrieking all at the same time. The closer it came the more grotesque they could see it was. But before they could take a good look at it, they jumped deftly out of the way before the acid landed on them... wait....
That thing had just projectile vomited.... acid.
McCoy let out a yelp as the acid ate though the tricorder at his waist. They pulled out thier phasers and fired... except nothing came out. There were no lasers to save them from this thing.
Without thinking Spock gave it one hard punch to the ... head area and it shrieked again and crumpled to the ground motionless.
"What the devil." They all kneeled beside the dead thing. "This.... I've never seen anything like this in my entire career as a doctor."
"Nor have I." Spock looked the dead thing over. It was absolutly morbid. Grotesque. Deformed. "It resembles something vaguely humanoid."
"It has no arms... it almost looks like its arms are..." Suddenly it dawned on Kirk and his face fell. There was a film of skin covering the entire upper portion of the thing's body. "... wrapped around itself..."
Spock lifted an eyebrow. "Perhaps, Captain, we are in an alternate dimention of somesort. These buildings are similar to contruction between the nineteen thirties and nineteen seventies of earth's history. America for su--"
The thing suddenly shrieked through the black mouth on its chest and wriggled away makeing horrible sounds, faster than anything resembling human could move on its chest.
McCoy's mouth hung open. As did Jim's. They... it was dead... how.... what was this place?
"I don't like it here. I want to go back to the Enterprise." The sentence just blurted out of Jim's mouth.
"It is advisable that we seek shelter..." The tricorder in Spock's hands started to crackle and hiss and more hunched and lurching shadows appeared in the fog.
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"Do we have any light?"
"No, Jim... we're blind in here."
"Come on Bones! You don't have a lighter on you!"
"I can't smoke on the ship! And besides, I gave it up years a--"
Both men jumped to each other as they heard a clinking metal sound. Kirk squinted in the dark and saw Spock testing a steel pipe as though it were a baseball bat.
"Damnit you green blooded hob-goblin! You scared me outta my skin!"
"My apologies doctor but it appears that our phasers are inoperable and we are in desperate need of protection." His voice dripped with expertly concealed malice.
"No Spock you're right... Are there any others over there?" Spock tossed Kirk his own pipe and went to work pulling out more from the wall.
McCoy, angry about being called out, wandered away and pretended to be interested in the.... crumbleing wallpaper and rotting wood molding around him. God... whereever they were was dirty, disgusting and he'd be surpised if they didn't come out with some sort of disease from snagging themselves on a nail... or being vomited on by one of those things... What the hell was that thing anyway! Sure, he'd seen some pretty gross aliens and all but... in the Earth setting it was just wrong.
"Alright" Kirk had put on his captain voice, "Lets go back out there and figure how to get back to the Enterprise." He turned to walk out and the door was stuck. It seemed to almost have fused shut.
He didn't let that sway him, so he shoved the door and kicked it and jiggled the knob but nothing would make the door open. Even Spock had tried, being as his strength was three times that of a human. He just pulled back from ramming the door, rubbing the slight swelling now taking place.
"Its being held closed. It will not give."
"There must be another way to get out of here, though the apartment--"
"Oh no. No no no. No. No. I am not about to just trapse in there," he pointed towards the general area of the stairs and a door, "and be killed from some sort of disease or... another one of those... those things!"
"Of course, doctor, you may stay here and wait while the Captain and myself find a way out. Don't expect us to locate you if we do find an exit."
McCoy's head snapped in the direction of the where the Spock's voice was, it was too dark to tell really. "Nope, I'll just have to come with you." He crossed his arms like a child and almost stomped his foot. Thank god it was too dark to see.
After failing to get in to the first floor apartments they found their way up the stairs and into the second floor apartments. They were about to walk in when Spock put a hand out to stop them.
"What?"
"Shh..."
Kirk whispered, "What is it...?"
Spock tilted his head and scrunched his eyes shut and concentrated on the sounds. "Three 'lifeforms' if you could call them that..."
"Shit... three?"
"Affermative, doctor." Spock placed the tricorder across his chest to when it did light up he would be able to see their foe. His long, thin fingers gripped the pipe nervously, tightening and untightening. "Ready."
They burst in the door to see nothing. "They are on this floor, perhaps in the rooms." He motioned the doors. "Start checking the doors."
"Are you outta yer Vulcan mind! -air quotes- 'They are behind the doors, open them and see if one of them wants to kill you' -end air quotes- Yeah ok, real smart."
"Bones there might be supplies in the rooms, a flashlight would be great."
Ten minutes later and they all regrouped in the interection of the halls. "I found one door unlocked at the end of the north hall." Kirk jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
Spock nodded and they started to turn when they heard a blood-curdleing scream come from the direction of where they were headed.
"Shit shit shit damnit no."
"There is no other way out. We must procede.... with caution."
As they stepped closer and closer to the end of the hall the tricorders and communicators got louder and louder but there was no light. Spock headed the group with Jim and Bones huddled behind him.
"Ahead." His voice was barely a whisper.
They turned their eyes to be met with a giant hulking body that swayed were it stood on the opposite side of bars. A red light from the exit sign cast an eerie glow on it.
"Oh what the fuck...."
The thing jerked at the sound but made no move forward. The thing wore a skirt made of what looked like human flesh sewn half-hazardly together and carried a great knife easily bigger than it was tall. And instead of a head, upon its shoulders it wore a menacing pyramid helmet.
They could hear it hissing though the grates of the helmet and an low groan that sounded as though it was in agony. Hateful agony. They must have stood there for five minutes seeing if the thing would move. It didn't.
Kirk touched Spock lightly on the shoulder.
They inched forward with wide eyes making sure the thing didn't attack them. The door opened and they dove inside only to find one of those vomiting things waiting for them.
It screeched and started hacking, forcing acid bile from its a esafogus but Spock was quick to hit it with the pipe. The thing screamed and stumbled and Spock hit it again and it fell to the ground. He then proceded to beat the thing's head in until the air was thick with the thing's rotting blood.
He was panting. And trembleing. Not very much though as the other men didn't notice. But the look in his eyes gave it away.
"Spock... its alright... the thing would have killed us. You had to kill it."
He let out a soft sigh through his nose, watching as it twitched in death spasms. "I know.... I..." He repositioned himself with his back straight as a board and a face of indifference on. "It is only logical, Captain. Thank you for your concern but it is quite unnessicar--"
The television screen in the corner of the room came to life and emitted static sounds. They stared at it and saw the dead man sitting in front of it. The entire corner of the room was coated in blood.
Upon closer inspection they found that the bloody, dead man was wearing the same CMO uniform as the doctor. He even had the same hair style. From what they could tell it was the body of McCoy that sat there dead except they couldn't see his face as it was horribly mutilated. The jaw was missing, the tongue just hung from the hole on the bottom of his face, the eyes looked at though they'd been dug out with a spoon, and his cheeks looked as though they'd been torn off. His fingernails seemed to have been pulled out and the front of the uniform was bloody and sticking to the hallow chest.
The trio stared at the body as the very much alive doctor loudly gagged at the sight. There sat himself, mutilated, grotesque, and mangled.
McCoy turned away willing his stomach to sooth and not vomit. "I don't know how much more of this shit I can take!" He was visibly shaken as he slumped against the wall and slid down slowly until he hit the floor.
Spock looked at the blood spatters on the wall and read the words 'I'VE FINALLY FOUND MY VERY OWN BLUE EYES.' Spock decided not to tell the other two of his discovery and then he forced his feet to move to a different room. This place is the most psychologically scarring that I've ever known. I would be suprised if we didn't somehow have permenant mental problems after this. Even myself, I must admit...
The corpse convulsed slightly and turned its bloody head towards the doctor sitting on the floor. McCoy stared at it, his eyes growing wider and wider at the site. The body of the CMO twitched and stumbled and was suddenly in front of him, reaching for him.
McCoy's jaw dropped and he slammed his hands to the sides of his face in horror. Blood gurgled and dripped from the corpse's missing jaw on to his legs and the droplets turned into beetle like bugs that crawled all over him. Behind the CMO corpse were the rapidly decaying bodies of his friends. Maggots crawled from Spock's eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. Kirk's brown eyes were glazed over with a death film as flies landed on them. Spock's stomach bloated massively. They were in various states of mutilation aswell. Spock had a Glasgow smile etched into his face that went from ear to ear and it looked as though Kirk's gut had been sliced open as all of his intestines were sloshed around the floor and a child had thrown them around like party streamers.
A scream tore out of his throat as his ravaged double's body slowly, ever so slowly grabbed his shoulders with the intent of smashing its decaying face into his. The smell suffocating him. He squeezed his eyes shut until they teared up but he could still feel the sticky, hot breath on his face and tiny pieces of flesh attach themselves by pure slickness to his skin. Closer and closer.
As sudden as it had started it stopped. It left him feeling cold inside. But Jim's concerned face was in front of his.
"Bones! Bones! Hey! Snap out of it!" His caloused hands gripped the doctor's shoulders. McCoy's face twisted up in fear and horror only to break down into soft sobs. Jim pulled him into a hug. "Whatever it was it was just a dream. I was here the entire time. Nothing was happening."
"But I saw it." He said shakily between his sobs. "That thing was... and you were dead and Spock was dead and no one could find us and we just.... rotted here. Forever."
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"Gentlemen if you could please join me." Spock stood in front of a large grandfather clock in an empty ajoining room. "There seems to be an opening behind this clock." He shoved the clock but to no avail.
Jim and Bones slowly joined him in the room, away from the very much dead corpse.
"Theres writing here... Henry, Mildred... Scott...?" Bones looked at it with hallow eyes.
"I think we have to put the clock hands in the positions of these little arrows, see?" Kirk tried to open the door on the clock face but it wouldn't budge. He contemplated punching in the glass.
"Bones, you got a medical kit on you?"
"No, it was in the tricorder the damn thing vomited acid on."
"Perhaps, captain, instead of you risking a cut and an imminate infection..." He gave the glass of the clock face a quick punch and the glass shattered to the floor leaving Spock's hands seemingly untouched by the sharp glass. He then moved the hands to the position shown on the wall. There was a loud clank as the clock unlocked.
They stepped though to the other side of the wall where the temperature dangorously dropped from the other room. Spock was shivering although trying not to show it. McCoy rubbed his hands together as they walked out of the room, into the hall, and up the stairs.
Kirk stood infront of the third floor door and took a deep breath. "Right..." His feet didn't want to move. Something beckoned him in and yet his mind tried to make his body run away.
"Jim..." Spock's voice was soft. "We must continue. The map on the bulliton board in the downstairs hall showed a fire escape from this floor into the courtyard and out to a back street. If such a door does not open as most of the doors here have, there is another staircase to the east that is without doors."
"Good work Mister Spock."
Kirk put his hand on the door knob when a loud screech of metal on metal reverbrated though thier skulls.
"Its the pyramid head thing!" McCoy said in a terrified whisper, his eyes wide with fear. "Its his sword scraping on the floor! He saw us!"
"McCoy, calm yourself..." But the more they listened they could hear it's heavy footfalls and the sound of it's baritone lamentations echoing off of the walls. The squeal of metal on metal seemed to dissipate and they opened the door to the hall.
The walls seemed to breath as they walked down the corridor, checking every door they found. The heavy breathing was getting louder by the second as they walked further down the hall. Spock stopped in front of a plain wooden door and whispered, "This door is open."
The sight that greeted them was horrifying. The pyramid head thing was violently raping something that looked like two pairs of legs sewn together at the waist. The legs thing screeched and shrieked in pain and the pyramid head thing shoved itself into the thing further causing louder screams and for the legs to violently convulse.
McCoy pulled desperately at the door, which was locked, and then decided to hide inside the nearby closet. Kirk and Spock were shoved inside aswell and peered, wide eyed, out at the thing as it killed the legs thing just from the force of him raping it and dragged it along the floor to in front of the closet where the three men were hiding.
"Holy fuck.... this is it. We're all going to die. Right fucking h--" Spock clapped a hand over the terror-stricken doctor's mouth.
The pyramid thing just glared into the closet and got dangerously close enough so that they could smell the disgust and rot the wreaked off of it. It filled thier nostrils with the smell of corpses, rotting blood, coal, sulfur, human excrement, bile, and bloated human carcasses in sewage hit their senses like a ton of bricks. It hit Spock harder. His sense of smell was more powerful and after the pyramid thing left, he burst out of the door, tripped over the dead legs thing and fell to his knees. He dry heaved and then retched onto the floor.
Kirk was terrified. That thing raped and killed by force of rape that... whatever it was. He raped so hard it killed the damned thing. My god....
"Hey Spock...? Spock? Are you ok...?" Kirk knelt beside his friend and tentively put a gentle hand on his back.
"I... I--" he vomited again. He was panting and whipeing away bile from the courners of his mouth, "I am... satifactory..." The thoughts of the creature, the reek from the other dead creature next to him that was already beinging to rot and bloat and even the thought of the mutilated body in the CMO uniform downstairs made him dry heave a bit more before his abdoman stopped seizing. He wanted to lie down or meditate but his normally calm mind was racing and a thousand different directions. Even as he tried to employ the logic of his forefathers to calm him it only proved to work very slightly.
"Jim, your tricorder." McCoy held the little machine faceing towards Spock. "Well the readings hear say that he's fine. Temp is up a bit as is heart rate and brain activity but other than that hes fine. That is if we can find him some water. He'll get dehydrated, Jim. And you know as well as I do that Vulcan metabolisms are almost twice as fast as a humans."
After wandering the apartment building more they eventually found another open door and went inside. They stood in a pitch black room other than a flashlight that was dangling from a dress makers manniquin. McCoy passed by it without a thought and made a bee line for the fridge in search of unopened waterbottles.
He rejoined the group who was still standing in front of the manniquin with the flash light.
Kirk let out a sigh as he reached out, shakily, to grab the flash light. He yanked it off of the manniquin and another of the legs monsters jumped up behind it and roared. The tricorders and communicators came to life extreamly loud and the screens flickered and threw the monster into a horrifying old movie. Every time the screens flickered it was in some different position. Kirk fumbled with the flashlight, and they scrambled out of the apartment.
They again, wandered around the halls of the apartments trying to find any door that lead out. Spock had already guzzled down two water bottles and was now working on a third. Along the way they had picked up a gun and had found several cases of bullets.
"There," Spock pointed at the fire escape door at the end of the hall way. "That should lead out to a side street."
The communicators came to life again. Panic and adrenaline ran through their bodies. The three men put thier backs to each other holding out thier respective weapons, preparing for an attack, until they heard a sweet young Russian voice break through the static.
"Kepti............. pock ..... oktor McCo ........... Hallo? Hallo? Zis iz ze Enterprise...... ailink ze landing party. Do you rea........"
"Chekov! Chekov! We read you!"
"Keptin! Vhere are you! Planet Zut ha... no sign of you. Unt z.......mmunications cannot pick up your signal."
Under the sound of Chekov's crackling voice they could hear the rest of the bridge crew telling each other to be quiet to hear what was happening. McCoy ripped the communicator out of Kirk's hands and screamed into it.
"Dammit kid you better get us out of this fucking hell hole! We just fucking went through goddamned hell and we almost got mother fucki--"
"Bones, please calm yourself." Kirk started slowly walking down the hall towards the fire escape door. Spock took the communicator out of the trembling doctor's hands.
"Ensign, our location in unknown. The current position seems to be earth and judging from decay of the surrounding area and the style construction of the buildings, the year is 2007.63. But these calculations must be incorrect judgeing by the ...... residents of the area."
Scotty's voice came over the comm. "Aye? Whats out thare Mister Spock?"
Spock audiably sighed a shakey sigh. "The residents of the area are of humanoid life yet they are of no species of alien ever seen or recorded. Their bodies are .... mutilated and grotesque.... they kill each other without thought. This area also seems to be able to project nightmare-ish hallucinations." He gave a tiny glance towards the doctor.
Kirk put on a bright face, finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and gave Spock and McCoy a light hearted pat on the shoulder. "We'll be back on the Enterprise in no time."
"I damn well hope so." McCoy said angrily as they stepped in to the staircase that lead out. A loud groan accompianied by a scream and a roar came from the courner of the room and Kirk turned the flashlight to see the pyramid head thing raping and mutilating one of the faceless things from out on the streets. Kirk frantically tried to pull the door open but they were trapped in the tiny room with the pyramid head thing.
McCoy started screaming obsceneities at the top of his lungs as he crouched against the wall almost subconsiously trying to push himself into the wall. Primitive Vulcan instincts of survival kicked in and Spock's body tensed as he unknowingly lowered himself into a fighting stance. Kirk pulled the gun out of screaming McCoy's hands and fired four rounds into the pyramid head's torso. The skin there burst when the bullets impacted but there was no blood and then the wounds started mending themselves back together. Kirk gagged at the sight.
"What is it! Whats there? Captain Kirk! Spock! McCoy!" They could barely hear the voices of the communicator over the rapid beating of their hearts in thier ears that sounded like tribal drums. It felt as though the static was in thier minds now.
The pyramid head thing dropped the thing it was raping, dead, and grabbed the great knife lieing on the floor next to it. Slowly, as if it knew they couldn't escape the room, the thing walked towards them, raising the great sword above his head.
Spock grabbed the arms of the two other men who were paralized with fear and yelled, "The other side!"
They darted to the other side of the room and to Spock's relief the pyramid head thing was very slow to turn around and come back at them. It now seemed as though they were caught between the wall, the massive thing and it's sword, and the staircase that looked like it was filled with liquid mercury and sewage. Kirk shot it again but to no avail.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK" McCoy screamed as they ran out of the way again before the great sword came crashing down again. The Pyramid head thing roared in fury and hatred as it turned to them again. Kirk tried to shoot it again but the gun only clicked with the sound of an empty chamber.
The pyramid head thing lifted the massive rusty sword over its head with one arm and brought it crashing down. They barely managed to escape, and Kirk didn't at all. The rusty sword stained with god knows what caught his left arm and the blunt edge pulled at his skin.
Back on the Enterprise, the entire bridge crew leaned in to listen to what was happening on the other end of the communicators.
They could hear inhuman cries that sounded like they were from the bowels of hell itself mixed with static and what sounded like someone mashing inner organs still inside of a body and bones popping and breaking. They could hear Spock's heavy breathing and low instructions. McCoy was heard swearing as he tried to help the captain. The captain's terrified cries in pain as the sound of boots scuffling on the ground trying to escape from something heard in the background. And then there were roars of the thing.
And then it was silent.
"Doktor! Meister Spook! ...K-Keptin!" The bridge crew stared at each other in horror.
Far off in the distance there was the sound of a siren. Long and low. The pyramid head thing stopped dead where it stood, then dropped the sword to its side and dragged it along side himself as he made his way down the flooded stairs and under the murky water. Suddenly the water drained out and they could see a sliver of light from where the door stood slightly open.
McCoy pulled at the hair on his temples ripping a good few out. "I.... I... wha...."
Kirk could see his eyes were wide and hazed over with fear. "This.... this can't be happening.... Spock..." He looked at his Vulcan friend who just stared down the stairs, "we must be hallucinating... or something."
"I highly doubt that Captain... seeing as it is impossible for three different people of two completely different species and three different backgrounds to all have the same hallucination at the same time." He stared blankly down the stairs trying not to look at the captain's wound.
The clear and sober tone in Spock's voice comforted Kirk and yet the logic itself scarred him out of his mind.
"We could actually die here...."
Spock glanced down at Kirks hemorrhageing arm. "Affermative Captain."
"Hey Bones... lets get out of here."
Cautiously they went down the stairs and out the door. McCoy looked up to see the cloudy sky and to breathe fresh air and feel ground and pavement beneith his feet. He thought he would cry with joy.
"Mr Scott."
"Aye, Spock?"
"The captain is injured. Not severely. The pyramid helmeted creature nearly cut his arm off."
Scotty sat straight up in his chair. "Nearly cut... What? Where in blazes are ye?"
Back on the streets, Kirk was letting McCoy tend to his arm using the little supplies he had.
"Its not as bad as it hurts. There might be some nerve damage. But we should be able to get it fixed in a jiffy." McCoy cooed to calm the captain down... and himself.
Spock looked at the wound and could see where the rusty sword had dug all the way down to the bone. McCoy gave him a hard look, stopping Spock from saying anything.
"Mister Scott, focas all computers on this transmission. Try to find our signal as fast as possible." Spock said as he took off his blue over shirt and started tearing it into long strips.
McCoy inspected the strips of fabric and wound them tightly around Kirk's arm. He looked up at his face to see he had considerably paled.
"I'm not alright... am I?"
"Nonsense! You're fine! Just a little scratch."
He glanced at Spock. His face was just as stoic as normal but he stared at the wound and his eyebrows lowered themselves over his eyes. "Doctor... perhaps there is some sterile equipment in the hospital." He looked at a sign on the street with the universal 'H' with an arrow pointing west. "Anything would help."
There was a gasp of pain as Kirk tried to get to his feet. He didn't even bother looking at his arm in fear of seeing it completely red with blood or worse. He couldn't feel it below the elbow but his upper arm and shoulder pulsed in blinding pain.
"Lads... Tell m' what......oin' on? Where are y'goin'?"
Spock took a deep breath and spoke into the failing communicator, "We are heading to the nearest hospital facilities. It is not far from our current location."
"Ay.......casin' on y.................. we'll be tryi..................dest tae gi..............ust hold on............."
They walked a ways down barren streets with abandoned cars, fearing something might jump out from behind them or from underneath something at any moment. Things left behind by the former residents. It looked as though that something horrible happened and whatever they were doing at the moment, they dropped and ran.
Spock stared at the communicator. He felt as though Jim's lifeline ... no.... all of thier lifelines had just been cut. It worked no longer. There was no signal. Nothing. Not even static.
This was the first time they noticed that the fog was becoming not just fog or mist anymore. McCoy let a flake drop to his hand expecting it to melt like snow. It didn't. He pressed it in between two digits and it spread black.
"Ashes... It's snowing ashes." He put a hand to his forehead and squinted into the darkening sky.
"Coal ashes."
"Hey you!"
Spock's head snapped in the direction of a little girl perched precariously on a dividing wall that was at least ten feet tall. The trio looked up at her.
"You're not from around here." It was a statement rather than a question.
"What are you doin' here kid! This is no place fer a little girl like yourself!" Bones held a protective arm around Jim, pressing hard to the wound to slow the bleeding, at least thats what he told himself.
"Are you blind or somethin'?" She kept on staring at Spock with the biggest little girl smile. She then slapped her hands on the top of the wall and pointed at him.
"Green Alien! I've always wanted to meet a green alien!" She then held up a rough drawing of a stereotypical green alien with a large head and oversized cat like black eyes. "Are you from Mars?"
"Illogical, Mars cannot support humanoid lifeforms without mechanical life support and there are no indiginous tribes of lifeforms." he threaded his hands behind his back.
McCoy was clearly getting annoyed. "Look little girl, why don't you just get down here before you fall and break your damn neck!"
"Whatever... You'll never get back to the Enterprise anyway."
Kirk stared at her. "Wait! How did you know that!"
But before he could inquire her more she lept to the other side of the wall. The sound of little feet in mary janes running, faded into emptiness.
They wandered the streets more. Perhaps 'wandered' wasn't a good word for it. They made a bee line for the hospital, stopping only to kill anything that got too close. Everything else they ran past.