The Universe's Mixer

"Captain, I'm reading an anomalous energy reading off the port nacelle. It appears to be some sort of distortion. The computer estimates an 87.6% chance that it is a fragmented tear in the temporal flux of this galaxy. It is logical to assume that it may be a direct result of the heightened density of the white dwarf at the center of this planetary system," Spock stated as he huddled over his console at the science station on the bridge of the Enterprise NCC-1701.

Captain Kirk sat on the edge of the captain's chair staring off at the monitor, the only view to the space surrounding them from that deck of the ship. His thoughts were on what was out there. And the words of his First Officer went in one ear and out the other. No pun intended, of course.

"Captain?"
( You're not afraid, are you, Spock? )

Boyd found his way through the throngs of screaming people to a quiet space. Some place away from all the blood and death and pain. Away from the zombies and all the things that he wasn't used to.

Not that he was really thinking about any of that when he did it. He just felt drawn to the place in the park that he now stood. Felt like he needed to be there. Or should be there. Or whatever the equivalent emotion a brain fried walking corpse might have, if it might be called that.

He was only alone in the park for a few minutes. Or it might have been hours. Then they started to join him. One by one. Two by two. A dozen. All like him. If he'd cared about the smell, that alone might have driven him back into the streets looking for more squirming food.

But he didn't care. And neither did any of the others, apparently. They stood, staring blankly, just as he stared blankly. Moaning occasionally. Grouping together. Huddling, almost. Being in the park as one, together.

One might say, supporting one another.

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