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Coffee Creamer wasn’t something that had been on Katie Jenkins mind. Not that she had been paying attention to the older woman’s murmurs as she looked through the cabinets. Had she asked, Katie would’ve mentioned checking with the milk and other refrigerated supplies. For the most part it had been Katie in the diner by herself until the last few days. She wasn’t sure who had been the first to join her in the diner, but the group had seemed to grow larger with each passing day. In the end, it didn’t really matter. Eventually, they were going to run out of food and water. Katie knew that. She knew that from the beginning, but she hadn’t even considered the thought of leaving despite wanting to leave Rushford since forever ago.

A mud-covered shovel next to an old mop told some parts of the story. She hadn’t volunteered to tell it. How could she? She didn’t even want to relive it. All she could do was to operate like it was normal as impossible as that was given what the pandemic had turned into. How the other inhabitants of the diner could sleep throughout the night she couldn’t even understand.

Katie hadn’t slept in three days.

Such things were clear. The long shadows underneath the red-haired girl’s eyes, the way she moved devoid of energy, and the empty smiles and nods were all symptoms of someone who hadn’t figured out how to function. Ironically enough, it was all for very different reasons as the rest of them. They might’ve assumed he had lost his life to one of the infected outside or something else, but no, he had vanished in the most coincidental and ironic fashion. Not that any of them asked her about it. She wasn’t sure how she’d answer if they did. 

Those were the kind of things that had crossed her mind since the moment more people came into the diner in the last few days, though at the very least she found solace in the fact that she wasn’t entirely delusional. A weaker person might have pretended everything was normal and the pandemic wasn’t happening. She wasn’t that dense or broken, but she was broken. Just broken enough to not walk out into the street and ask for it all to end.

[color=385BB2]“I can work up a light breakfast in a few minutes.”[/color] She commented, seemingly to no one. [color=385BB2]“Should have enough. Hope so, anyway.”[/color]










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