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[indent][indent][sub][color=gray]I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/center]

Dinner had gone well, everyone had a hearty share of the stew. Usually the group tried not to overly eat so they wouldn't slip into the deeper stages of slumber, but today's events called for it. Brooklyn took it upon herself to clean up afterwards as well. She usually passed the clean up duty to others because she and Jorel were the usual cooks, but today she wanted a little extra time alone as she processed things. She sang quietly to herself as she put the food away into their ice box and washed down the dishes; [i][color=e3b3ba][b]"You and me. Together we'll be. Forever, you'll see. We'll always be good company. You and me. Just wait and see."[/b][/color][/i] she glanced through the kitchen's boarded window towards her daughter's grave marker with the last words, before glancing upwards to the ceiling.

Climbing into bed- Brooklyn came to full relation that her face was extremely sore. She usually laid on her stomach, her head turned off to the side, but tonight she had to lay straight on her back. It was very uncomfortable but she laid often like this when she was pregnant, not able to sleep on her tummy when it was at it's largest. She isn't sure when the night turned into day, but the bright winter sun came before she knew it. 

Brooklyn hadn't taken care of her blood stained sweater from yesterday, and the smell was very unpleasant. She didn't want to quite throw it away, considering she had lost a pair of clothes to Ash and wasn't sure if she'd be getting anymore anytime soon. Her early morning routine went as normal as possible, her lower face was bruised, painful to the touch but much better than yesterday. When Sam called for them Brooklyn was all ready to go, she just would need to put on her jacket and some boots before going out into the blistering cold.

[color=e3b3ba][b]"I don't want us to find him, Sam."[/b][/color] Brooklyn admitted to Sam in a voice low enough for no one else but Sam to hear. She shook her head. She really didn't want to find Conrad, he hadn't came back last night and that had meant that he was either dead or that he had betrayed them and left. Unsure of which one was worse, Brooklyn preferred neither. She slipped on her boots, and than her her jacket as she took a seat in the living room, waiting for the rest of the group to be ready to go.