hey there hellhound :) cheating on us over at TWD are ya? *wink*
lol jk this looks really cool. And since I don't see any of my fav species here yet I might as well make one. That is if you guys don't mind me dropping in for some fun. :)
I would like to make a Siren if I could pretty please? :)
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Katie - Haywood - Rob, Lauren
Katie stared at Rob. Her small face was impassive, but her eyes... her eyes...
She stared at him with more hatred, more malice, more anger then any child should have in their bodies. At that moment, she looked exactly like Tyler.
"I hate you," she told him.
At that moment... she hated... everyone...
She jerked herself out of Lauren's hands and ran. She ran out of the house. There were people outside but she ignored them. She heard Emma calling to her but didn't reply. She only ran.
She hated all of them. She never wanted to see any of them ever again. She hoped they would all die.
She fell and skinned her knees, jarring her arm which made her scream at the pain. She heard people calling her name but she only got up and kept running. There was only one place she wanted to be right now.
Finally losing track of the people following her, Katie ran into the building they had come to when they first arrived. Amazingly her blanket fort was still there in the laundry room, untouched. The small child climbed inside and huddled there, her arms wrapped around her knees. She didn't cry. She only sat staring.
Rob had pretended to be her friend, but he wasn't.
Emma had pretended to be her friend, but she wasn't.
No one was her friend. They were all liars. They all said her daddy was bad, but he wasn't.
They were bad.
She would wait.
Wait until everyone fell asleep tonight. Once they did, she would take what she could find and leave. She'd find her daddy by herself. And once she did, she would never trust anyone, never love anyone but him ever again.
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Heather - Camp/Medic Tent - Hank
Heather's head jerked up as someone entered the tent. Her eyes narrowed and her body stiffened when she realized who it was.
Hank.
Even the momentary eye contact hurt like hell, making her turn away.
She scoffed at the tie. Did he really think he could order her around? She'd tie it if she wanted to and she didn't want to.
"If you thought he was a danger then you shouldn't have brought him in the first place," she said bluntly before turning her attention back to the unconcious man. She continued cleaning off his chest. There was a nasty looking wound on his side. She peered at it. "He's been hurt, badly. Someone, either him or someone else, cauterized the wound. Burned it closed," she clarified. She dug around in the bag at her feet and found some salve and began to apply it gently.
With how coldly she spoke to Hank, Heather turned warm and gentle with patients. It was what made her a good nurse. She cared about people and treated them like she cared.
When he mentioned getting food she snorted. "Didn't know you cared," she snapped, then closed her eyes and sighed.
She was doing it again. Letting him turn her into a cold bitch that she didn't want to be.
She rubbed the spot between her eyes and tried again.
"It makes more sense for me to be here when he wakes up," she said, trying to be civil but her tone was about as warm as a tarantula. "He'll be more likely to behave with me, because I am a woman. Besides, I'm not hungry."
Katie stared at Rob. Her small face was impassive, but her eyes... her eyes...
She stared at him with more hatred, more malice, more anger then any child should have in their bodies. At that moment, she looked exactly like Tyler.
"I hate you," she told him.
At that moment... she hated... everyone...
She jerked herself out of Lauren's hands and ran. She ran out of the house. There were people outside but she ignored them. She heard Emma calling to her but didn't reply. She only ran.
She hated all of them. She never wanted to see any of them ever again. She hoped they would all die.
She fell and skinned her knees, jarring her arm which made her scream at the pain. She heard people calling her name but she only got up and kept running. There was only one place she wanted to be right now.
Finally losing track of the people following her, Katie ran into the building they had come to when they first arrived. Amazingly her blanket fort was still there in the laundry room, untouched. The small child climbed inside and huddled there, her arms wrapped around her knees. She didn't cry. She only sat staring.
Rob had pretended to be her friend, but he wasn't.
Emma had pretended to be her friend, but she wasn't.
No one was her friend. They were all liars. They all said her daddy was bad, but he wasn't.
They were bad.
She would wait.
Wait until everyone fell asleep tonight. Once they did, she would take what she could find and leave. She'd find her daddy by herself. And once she did, she would never trust anyone, never love anyone but him ever again.
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Heather - Camp/Medic Tent - Hank
Heather's head jerked up as someone entered the tent. Her eyes narrowed and her body stiffened when she realized who it was.
Hank.
Even the momentary eye contact hurt like hell, making her turn away.
She scoffed at the tie. Did he really think he could order her around? She'd tie it if she wanted to and she didn't want to.
"If you thought he was a danger then you shouldn't have brought him in the first place," she said bluntly before turning her attention back to the unconcious man. She continued cleaning off his chest. There was a nasty looking wound on his side. She peered at it. "He's been hurt, badly. Someone, either him or someone else, cauterized the wound. Burned it closed," she clarified. She dug around in the bag at her feet and found some salve and began to apply it gently.
With how coldly she spoke to Hank, Heather turned warm and gentle with patients. It was what made her a good nurse. She cared about people and treated them like she cared.
When he mentioned getting food she snorted. "Didn't know you cared," she snapped, then closed her eyes and sighed.
She was doing it again. Letting him turn her into a cold bitch that she didn't want to be.
She rubbed the spot between her eyes and tried again.
"It makes more sense for me to be here when he wakes up," she said, trying to be civil but her tone was about as warm as a tarantula. "He'll be more likely to behave with me, because I am a woman. Besides, I'm not hungry."
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Katie - Haywood - Lauren
Katie's smile, so sunny and excited, faded away.
Bull... gone...?
No... not Bull... he was too big, too strong... he was Bull...
"No," Katie said, shaking her head in denial. "No!" she screamed, stomping her foot in anger. "Bull didn't do anything bad! It's not fair! It's not fair!" she continued screaming and stomping her feet.
The rage of a small child was not a pretty sight.
"It's not fair!" she screamed again at the top of her lungs. Seeing a cup nearby Katie picked it up and threw it, breaking a window. She knew it was wrong to break things or to throw a tantrum, but she didn't care.
Had Emma known? Had she known about Bull being hurt? About them making him go away? Was Emma really her friend?
If only her daddy had been here none of this would have happened. Bull would still be here and everything would be fine.
Why did everything have to change? Why did everything have to be bad? Bad things were always happening. Why couldn't something good happen? Was she really such a bad, bad little girl that nothing good would ever happen to her again?
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Jessalyn - Haywood - Dreams
She couldn't see him.
Floyd? Floyd where are you?
Here.
Where? I can't see you?
Right here in front of you.
No you're not. I can't find you.
Just look. I'm right here.
I can't. I don't see you. Where are you?
You have to find me. I'm not going to make it easy on you.
Floyd!
It's getting late. You'd better find me soon.
Floyd wait! Wait!
"Wait!" Jess cried as she jerked awake. She remembered where she was and fell back onto the bed, running her hand threw her hair.
Floyd. His voice had been so clear, like he was right beside her. But no matter how hard she looked, she hadn't been able to see him.
It was like now. She felt like he was so close, like she should be able to reach out and touch him.
Her baby kicked. She smiled faintly. "Don't worry, we'll find him. I promise. He'll be here to see you born."
A few minutes later came the scream of a child. Moments after that came the sound of breaking glass.
Jess jumped up and hurried out, terrfied that there was an attack going on. The horrors of Tyler's underground being overrun with walkers was still fresh in her mind.
She followed the noise, looking for the child who sounded like she was either going to cry her eyes out or scream herself hoarse before too long.
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Heather - Camp - Aaliyah
Heather nodded at Aaliyah's decision. This was why they had become medical workers, to help people in need. Heather couldn't stand to see anyone or anything suffering, be it human, animal or walker.
Drawing out the appropriate amount in a syringe, she carefully set the nearly empty bottle aside. Cleaning a spot on his arm as best as she could, Heather tied a thick rubber band tight around his arm to get the vein to pop up. The guy had good veins, one came up quickly and stood in stark relief to the rest of his skin.
After giving him the shot she set the syringe aside to be boiled, the only means of sterilizing they had, and untied the band. She wished they had some kind of cold pack, but they would have to make due.
When Aaliyah said something about food Heather nodded absently, keeping an eye on their patient. Once she had left Heather got a cloth and dipped it in some water. Going slowly and carefully, she began to clean the man up a little. She was able to study him a bit as well in the process.
He was about as big as Hank, especially in the arms. He had long dirty blond hair and a beard of the same color. On the whole he looked like a biker and a brawler. Not exactly the kind of guy they wanted around camp.
But then again there was something to be said for a guy that could take care of himself. She just hoped he had been alone and hadn't been traveling with mean friends who would murder them all for their supplies.
The obvious solution was to wait until he woke and question him. Of course he could always lie, but lies had a way of falling to the truth given enough time. They had to be wary but they couldn't be heartless. This man needed help and that was what they would provide. Kind actions tended to come back on you.
The same could be said for cruel actions.
Heather continued wiping off his face and neck, moving slowly and gently. It didn't bother her at all. She had given plenty of sponge baths to patients and this was no different.
With effort she managed to get the man's shirt off.
"This is as far as I am going buddy," she told him, even though she knew it was unlikely he would respond if he hadn't already. "You'll just have to wash the rest of you once you wake up."
She bathed his arms and chest and, being a woman, admired the way he was built. Just because she was turning into a cold bitch, thanks to Hank, it didn't mean she was dead. She wondered absently if he had a girlfriend. Or maybe he was gay. But he didn't look like he was.
Katie's smile, so sunny and excited, faded away.
Bull... gone...?
No... not Bull... he was too big, too strong... he was Bull...
"No," Katie said, shaking her head in denial. "No!" she screamed, stomping her foot in anger. "Bull didn't do anything bad! It's not fair! It's not fair!" she continued screaming and stomping her feet.
The rage of a small child was not a pretty sight.
"It's not fair!" she screamed again at the top of her lungs. Seeing a cup nearby Katie picked it up and threw it, breaking a window. She knew it was wrong to break things or to throw a tantrum, but she didn't care.
Had Emma known? Had she known about Bull being hurt? About them making him go away? Was Emma really her friend?
If only her daddy had been here none of this would have happened. Bull would still be here and everything would be fine.
Why did everything have to change? Why did everything have to be bad? Bad things were always happening. Why couldn't something good happen? Was she really such a bad, bad little girl that nothing good would ever happen to her again?
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Jessalyn - Haywood - Dreams
She couldn't see him.
Floyd? Floyd where are you?
Here.
Where? I can't see you?
Right here in front of you.
No you're not. I can't find you.
Just look. I'm right here.
I can't. I don't see you. Where are you?
You have to find me. I'm not going to make it easy on you.
Floyd!
It's getting late. You'd better find me soon.
Floyd wait! Wait!
"Wait!" Jess cried as she jerked awake. She remembered where she was and fell back onto the bed, running her hand threw her hair.
Floyd. His voice had been so clear, like he was right beside her. But no matter how hard she looked, she hadn't been able to see him.
It was like now. She felt like he was so close, like she should be able to reach out and touch him.
Her baby kicked. She smiled faintly. "Don't worry, we'll find him. I promise. He'll be here to see you born."
A few minutes later came the scream of a child. Moments after that came the sound of breaking glass.
Jess jumped up and hurried out, terrfied that there was an attack going on. The horrors of Tyler's underground being overrun with walkers was still fresh in her mind.
She followed the noise, looking for the child who sounded like she was either going to cry her eyes out or scream herself hoarse before too long.
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Heather - Camp - Aaliyah
Heather nodded at Aaliyah's decision. This was why they had become medical workers, to help people in need. Heather couldn't stand to see anyone or anything suffering, be it human, animal or walker.
Drawing out the appropriate amount in a syringe, she carefully set the nearly empty bottle aside. Cleaning a spot on his arm as best as she could, Heather tied a thick rubber band tight around his arm to get the vein to pop up. The guy had good veins, one came up quickly and stood in stark relief to the rest of his skin.
After giving him the shot she set the syringe aside to be boiled, the only means of sterilizing they had, and untied the band. She wished they had some kind of cold pack, but they would have to make due.
When Aaliyah said something about food Heather nodded absently, keeping an eye on their patient. Once she had left Heather got a cloth and dipped it in some water. Going slowly and carefully, she began to clean the man up a little. She was able to study him a bit as well in the process.
He was about as big as Hank, especially in the arms. He had long dirty blond hair and a beard of the same color. On the whole he looked like a biker and a brawler. Not exactly the kind of guy they wanted around camp.
But then again there was something to be said for a guy that could take care of himself. She just hoped he had been alone and hadn't been traveling with mean friends who would murder them all for their supplies.
The obvious solution was to wait until he woke and question him. Of course he could always lie, but lies had a way of falling to the truth given enough time. They had to be wary but they couldn't be heartless. This man needed help and that was what they would provide. Kind actions tended to come back on you.
The same could be said for cruel actions.
Heather continued wiping off his face and neck, moving slowly and gently. It didn't bother her at all. She had given plenty of sponge baths to patients and this was no different.
With effort she managed to get the man's shirt off.
"This is as far as I am going buddy," she told him, even though she knew it was unlikely he would respond if he hadn't already. "You'll just have to wash the rest of you once you wake up."
She bathed his arms and chest and, being a woman, admired the way he was built. Just because she was turning into a cold bitch, thanks to Hank, it didn't mean she was dead. She wondered absently if he had a girlfriend. Or maybe he was gay. But he didn't look like he was.
Wow, New Orleans sure is a popular place for TWD fans. My rp (Among the Ruined) is set there as well, but we're more on the outskirts then in the actual city. I am very proud to say my rp is now in it's 2nd season and still going strong. It's really cool to see New Orleans love and more TWD fans out there. I hope your rp lasts as long as mine has. :)
Katie - Haywood - Lauren
Katie was disappointed that the car wasn't her daddy. She was about to cry when she realised who she had been placed with.
"Lauren!" she exclaimed happily, hugging the woman even though it hurt her shoulder. The doctor had put her arm in a sling but it still hurt a little when she pressed it or moved it the wrong way.
"Lauren you're awake!" she cried excitedly, her smile as bright as the sunshine. "Now we have to find Bull. Where is he?"
Once they found Bull they just had to wait for her daddy...
Her daddy!
"Oh Lauren!" the little girl exclaimed just as excitedly. "They said my daddy didn't go away! I'm sure he'll be here soon! We'll all be together again!"
Nothing would have made the child happier in that moment then to have both her daddy and Bull walk in at that moment. Everyone seemed so scared and unsure, but her daddy would know what to do. He always knew what to do.
She couldn't wait to see her daddy again. He had been mad at her the last time she had seen him, but now she could tell him she was sorry for being bad and that if he promised never to leave her again she would never be bad again.
They could all go somewhere safe. Daddy, Lauren, Bull, Emma, Daniel, Rob, the doctor.... everyone.
Katie was disappointed that the car wasn't her daddy. She was about to cry when she realised who she had been placed with.
"Lauren!" she exclaimed happily, hugging the woman even though it hurt her shoulder. The doctor had put her arm in a sling but it still hurt a little when she pressed it or moved it the wrong way.
"Lauren you're awake!" she cried excitedly, her smile as bright as the sunshine. "Now we have to find Bull. Where is he?"
Once they found Bull they just had to wait for her daddy...
Her daddy!
"Oh Lauren!" the little girl exclaimed just as excitedly. "They said my daddy didn't go away! I'm sure he'll be here soon! We'll all be together again!"
Nothing would have made the child happier in that moment then to have both her daddy and Bull walk in at that moment. Everyone seemed so scared and unsure, but her daddy would know what to do. He always knew what to do.
She couldn't wait to see her daddy again. He had been mad at her the last time she had seen him, but now she could tell him she was sorry for being bad and that if he promised never to leave her again she would never be bad again.
They could all go somewhere safe. Daddy, Lauren, Bull, Emma, Daniel, Rob, the doctor.... everyone.
Jessalyn - Haywood - Daniel, Emma, Abram
Jess looked from one man to the other. Relief rushed through her and she felt weak on the knees. She staggered a bit and had to hold on to Abram to keep from falling down. She was suddenly so very drained... it had been a long and emotionally charged day.
But she couldn't rest now, not with Floyd still out there.
"What if he thinks I left him Abram? What if he thinks I abandoned him?" she asked, her voice quivering with fear and tears. "I can't bear to think of him out there thinking that I would just leave him behind."
Strangely the thought of him being dead never occured to her. She had that much faith and confidence in him. He couldn't die. He was Floyd. He was her Floyd. And she was his Jess.
A dull pain began to spread in her lower back and abdomen. She pressed a hand to her stomach and groaned in pain. Too much stress. Too many emotions. So close to her due date.
"I've only got about a month," she said to no one, yet to everyone. "I wanted Floyd to be here for the birth, for him to see my child as his own, to give him the family he deserves."
Looking up she saw Emma and reached for her. She looked at Daniel and Abram. "Thank you... for your understanding, patience and your willingness to help. It proves that there are still good men in this world," she looked at Emma. "Could you please show me a quiet place where I can rest? I am... very tired suddenly..."
Jess looked from one man to the other. Relief rushed through her and she felt weak on the knees. She staggered a bit and had to hold on to Abram to keep from falling down. She was suddenly so very drained... it had been a long and emotionally charged day.
But she couldn't rest now, not with Floyd still out there.
"What if he thinks I left him Abram? What if he thinks I abandoned him?" she asked, her voice quivering with fear and tears. "I can't bear to think of him out there thinking that I would just leave him behind."
Strangely the thought of him being dead never occured to her. She had that much faith and confidence in him. He couldn't die. He was Floyd. He was her Floyd. And she was his Jess.
A dull pain began to spread in her lower back and abdomen. She pressed a hand to her stomach and groaned in pain. Too much stress. Too many emotions. So close to her due date.
"I've only got about a month," she said to no one, yet to everyone. "I wanted Floyd to be here for the birth, for him to see my child as his own, to give him the family he deserves."
Looking up she saw Emma and reached for her. She looked at Daniel and Abram. "Thank you... for your understanding, patience and your willingness to help. It proves that there are still good men in this world," she looked at Emma. "Could you please show me a quiet place where I can rest? I am... very tired suddenly..."
Heather - Camp - Stray
Heather heard the car pull up and sighed. Time to face him again. She took a few moments to put on her strong indifferent face. It was a survival tactic. She couldn't have Hank knowing how it affected her. She refused to let him have that kind of power over her, because she just knew he'd use it against her.
Having psyched herself up to deal, she went outside.
The sight was unexpected.
Aaliyah was working on a dirty man who was lying on the ground unconcious.
"What the hell?" she asked and hurried to her fellow medical worker's side. Heather had been an RN before the walkers appeared. She had worked in a major hospital in New Orleans. "What the hell did you guys do?" she asked incredulously. "Please God don't tell me you hit him. DeSean, I told you not to let him drive!"
She shook her head and continued working with Aaliyah. Heather started checking his vitals.
"Pulse is steady but slow," she said. "And from the color of his face I'm guessing his pulse-ox is low. Oxygen is not getting through his body that well."
She manuvered his head at an upward angle, to open the airway as much as possible. "DeSean, we're going to need your help to move him. I'll hold on to his head. Aaliyah, if you could keep his spine still, DeSean can get his legs."
Working together, they managed to get him into the med-tent. A makeshift bed had been made of scavanged parts. It was sturdy enough to hold the man.
The nurse and the doctor-in-training worked quickly and effeciently together. Soon they had assesed him head to toe. They took off his shirt but left his pants on to preserve his dignity for when he woke up.
"We have a little oxycodine left," Heather told Aaliyah. "Do you have any objection to using a little for him. Otherwise he is going to have a feirce headache when he wakes up."
Heather always made sure to include Aayliah in all decisions regarding medical supplies, especially their limited supply of meds.
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Jessalyn - Haywood - Daniel, Abram, Emma
Jess felt a weight fall over her chest, pressing down on her heart.
He wasn't here... Floyd...
Where was he?
In the flurry of emotion, Jess turned on Abram, eyes blazing. "I told you we shouldn't have left! We have to go back! We have to find him!" She walked up and started beating Abram's chest. "How dare you?! How could we leave him?! How could we?! How could I?!" Tears of anger and despair ran down her cheeks. "How could I leave him?! I have to go back! He came for me and I left him!"
In the middle of her screaming at Abram she heard a girl's voice. Turning she saw a young girl, barely younger then herself. She looked familiar...
Of course... the raider attack.
Jess tried to compose herself. She stopped screaming but was still shaking. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."
A sharp pain in her back made her gasp and wince, her hand flying to the place in her lower back. Apparently her baby didn't like his mother being so upset.
"We have to find him," she said, her voice lower now, laced with pain. "We have to. I've already lost one person I loved. I can't lose another. I can't lose Floyd."
Heather heard the car pull up and sighed. Time to face him again. She took a few moments to put on her strong indifferent face. It was a survival tactic. She couldn't have Hank knowing how it affected her. She refused to let him have that kind of power over her, because she just knew he'd use it against her.
Having psyched herself up to deal, she went outside.
The sight was unexpected.
Aaliyah was working on a dirty man who was lying on the ground unconcious.
"What the hell?" she asked and hurried to her fellow medical worker's side. Heather had been an RN before the walkers appeared. She had worked in a major hospital in New Orleans. "What the hell did you guys do?" she asked incredulously. "Please God don't tell me you hit him. DeSean, I told you not to let him drive!"
She shook her head and continued working with Aaliyah. Heather started checking his vitals.
"Pulse is steady but slow," she said. "And from the color of his face I'm guessing his pulse-ox is low. Oxygen is not getting through his body that well."
She manuvered his head at an upward angle, to open the airway as much as possible. "DeSean, we're going to need your help to move him. I'll hold on to his head. Aaliyah, if you could keep his spine still, DeSean can get his legs."
Working together, they managed to get him into the med-tent. A makeshift bed had been made of scavanged parts. It was sturdy enough to hold the man.
The nurse and the doctor-in-training worked quickly and effeciently together. Soon they had assesed him head to toe. They took off his shirt but left his pants on to preserve his dignity for when he woke up.
"We have a little oxycodine left," Heather told Aaliyah. "Do you have any objection to using a little for him. Otherwise he is going to have a feirce headache when he wakes up."
Heather always made sure to include Aayliah in all decisions regarding medical supplies, especially their limited supply of meds.
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Jessalyn - Haywood - Daniel, Abram, Emma
Jess felt a weight fall over her chest, pressing down on her heart.
He wasn't here... Floyd...
Where was he?
In the flurry of emotion, Jess turned on Abram, eyes blazing. "I told you we shouldn't have left! We have to go back! We have to find him!" She walked up and started beating Abram's chest. "How dare you?! How could we leave him?! How could we?! How could I?!" Tears of anger and despair ran down her cheeks. "How could I leave him?! I have to go back! He came for me and I left him!"
In the middle of her screaming at Abram she heard a girl's voice. Turning she saw a young girl, barely younger then herself. She looked familiar...
Of course... the raider attack.
Jess tried to compose herself. She stopped screaming but was still shaking. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."
A sharp pain in her back made her gasp and wince, her hand flying to the place in her lower back. Apparently her baby didn't like his mother being so upset.
"We have to find him," she said, her voice lower now, laced with pain. "We have to. I've already lost one person I loved. I can't lose another. I can't lose Floyd."
Heather - Camp - Others
The brunette finished doing the inventory of the medical supplies. It was less then she would have liked, but it wasn't bad either. The guys would just have to be on the lookout for as many medical supplies as they could find. Things like that tended to run out quickly.
In fact, she was thinking about talking to the group about taking the car and going on a bit of a road trip : Take a couple of hours and go around, see if they could find some buildings that hadn't been completed stripped. She could go, since it was her idea and Jennifer could handle any medical problems while she was gone, and maybe DeSean since he was strong, and Seth was a skinny kid who could fit places they couldn't, and-
She cut off that train of thought. She didn't want anything more to do with him then necessary.
Heather sighed and rubbed her face. She knew she needed to get over it, but somehow living and working with your ex was not very good for the nerves, or for getting over things. Seeing him every day was just a constant reminder that they were no longer in love.
Heather couldn't even tell you what had happened. She and Hank had just... drifted apart. She had seen it happening and had been desperate to stop it, and in her desperation she believed she had made things worse. And where she was trying too hard to fix things, Hank didn't seem to even want to try at all. It had led to many of their fights and had been the killing blow to their relationship.
She hadn't been with anyone since, had never even looked. Of course there hadn't really been any options.
If there was, would she even be interested in finding someone else?
It was a question she had wondered about, but never been able to answer.
In the meantime, she only spoke to Hank when necessary and often it was in a snappy bitch way.
She could hear Jennifer freaking out, as she usually did when the guys weren't back on time. In reality she was jealous of Jennifer and her relationship with DeSean. They were still in love. As a result Heather was polite but kept her distance from Jennifer. Just another thing for her to blame on Hank : he was turning her into a cold bitch. But she couldn't seem to think of any way to stop.
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Katie - Haywood - Daniel, Emma
Somehow Katie had managed to fall into an exhausted form of sleep. She barely felt Daniel pick her up. For a minute she thought it was her daddy. The little girl turned, cuddling into his chest. "Daddy..." she whimpered.
She opened her eyes when someone started talking. It was then she realised it wasn't her daddy carrying her, it was that man. Daniel. Emma's brother.
Katie sniffled as she reached out. "Emma?" she asked.
The older girl took her in her arms and Katie winced and whimpered as her injured shoulder got pressed against Emma's. "It hurts Emma..." she said quietly, tears forming in her eyes.
She heard Lauren shouting. "What's wrong with Lauren?" she asked.
Then she heard someone say something about a car.
"A car?!" Katie asked and started wiggling in Emma's arms. "Is it my daddy?! Did he come to get me?! Daddy!"
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Jessalyn - outside of Haywood - Abram
Jess was scared as they pulled up to the makeshift gate. A man started to shout at them to come out unarmed. Jessalyn wrapped her arms aroud her stomach.
"Tell them not to shoot," she told Abram. She wasn't going to take even the smallest chance of a richochet bullet hitting her baby. She had only one more month to go, she thought, and couldn't handle losing her child when she was so close to meeting him for the first time.
In the headlights she could see Abram approach another man who had a gun. Apparently they knew each other somehow. So it was a shock when Abram punched him. Jess gasped, getting out of the car.
"Abram!" she cried, hurrying over to the man who had been hit. "Sir? Are you alright? Please don't shoot. Please. I'm pregnant," she pleaded.
She looked towards the open gate, hoping to see a familiar face inside. "Floyd!" she called, then looked back at the man with the gun. "Is there a man named Floyd here?"
Please, she prayed to whatever god was listening, Please let him be here. Please let him be safe.
The brunette finished doing the inventory of the medical supplies. It was less then she would have liked, but it wasn't bad either. The guys would just have to be on the lookout for as many medical supplies as they could find. Things like that tended to run out quickly.
In fact, she was thinking about talking to the group about taking the car and going on a bit of a road trip : Take a couple of hours and go around, see if they could find some buildings that hadn't been completed stripped. She could go, since it was her idea and Jennifer could handle any medical problems while she was gone, and maybe DeSean since he was strong, and Seth was a skinny kid who could fit places they couldn't, and-
She cut off that train of thought. She didn't want anything more to do with him then necessary.
Heather sighed and rubbed her face. She knew she needed to get over it, but somehow living and working with your ex was not very good for the nerves, or for getting over things. Seeing him every day was just a constant reminder that they were no longer in love.
Heather couldn't even tell you what had happened. She and Hank had just... drifted apart. She had seen it happening and had been desperate to stop it, and in her desperation she believed she had made things worse. And where she was trying too hard to fix things, Hank didn't seem to even want to try at all. It had led to many of their fights and had been the killing blow to their relationship.
She hadn't been with anyone since, had never even looked. Of course there hadn't really been any options.
If there was, would she even be interested in finding someone else?
It was a question she had wondered about, but never been able to answer.
In the meantime, she only spoke to Hank when necessary and often it was in a snappy bitch way.
She could hear Jennifer freaking out, as she usually did when the guys weren't back on time. In reality she was jealous of Jennifer and her relationship with DeSean. They were still in love. As a result Heather was polite but kept her distance from Jennifer. Just another thing for her to blame on Hank : he was turning her into a cold bitch. But she couldn't seem to think of any way to stop.
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Katie - Haywood - Daniel, Emma
Somehow Katie had managed to fall into an exhausted form of sleep. She barely felt Daniel pick her up. For a minute she thought it was her daddy. The little girl turned, cuddling into his chest. "Daddy..." she whimpered.
She opened her eyes when someone started talking. It was then she realised it wasn't her daddy carrying her, it was that man. Daniel. Emma's brother.
Katie sniffled as she reached out. "Emma?" she asked.
The older girl took her in her arms and Katie winced and whimpered as her injured shoulder got pressed against Emma's. "It hurts Emma..." she said quietly, tears forming in her eyes.
She heard Lauren shouting. "What's wrong with Lauren?" she asked.
Then she heard someone say something about a car.
"A car?!" Katie asked and started wiggling in Emma's arms. "Is it my daddy?! Did he come to get me?! Daddy!"
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Jessalyn - outside of Haywood - Abram
Jess was scared as they pulled up to the makeshift gate. A man started to shout at them to come out unarmed. Jessalyn wrapped her arms aroud her stomach.
"Tell them not to shoot," she told Abram. She wasn't going to take even the smallest chance of a richochet bullet hitting her baby. She had only one more month to go, she thought, and couldn't handle losing her child when she was so close to meeting him for the first time.
In the headlights she could see Abram approach another man who had a gun. Apparently they knew each other somehow. So it was a shock when Abram punched him. Jess gasped, getting out of the car.
"Abram!" she cried, hurrying over to the man who had been hit. "Sir? Are you alright? Please don't shoot. Please. I'm pregnant," she pleaded.
She looked towards the open gate, hoping to see a familiar face inside. "Floyd!" she called, then looked back at the man with the gun. "Is there a man named Floyd here?"
Please, she prayed to whatever god was listening, Please let him be here. Please let him be safe.
Jessalyn - Car - Abram
As the music played Jess stared out the window. She tried not to get too upset. Of course she was upset already, but she was trying very hard not to take things out on Abram. It was just... she was worrying so much about Floyd, whether he was alive, whether he would come after her, whether he would believe that she had willingly left him behind...
Such thoughts ate away are her mind and heart, making her cry silently. And the man in the seat beside her acted as though he didn't even care. He didn't even seem to be watching for Floyd as they sped along the road.
She wanted to scream at him to turn the damn music off. She wanted to hit him until he agreed to turn around and go back for Floyd. She wanted to run and scream and cry and hit something repeatedly all at the same time.
But she didn't. She kept silent and still. Tears flowed from her eyes like gentle rain as she kept her head turned away from Abram.
Floyd... she thought. Please know that I didn't want to leave you... please come back to me... come for me....
She brushed her hair out of her face and the action caused her gaze to turn upward. Her eyes widened.
"Abram," she said, her voice a little hoarse from crying so she cleared her throat before speaking again. "Abram," she repeated, clearer this time. "Look. There's smoke coming from somewhere. It's too much to be a campfire, isn't it?" she asked, pointing. "Maybe it's Floyd," she exclaimed excitedly. "Maybe he's trying to signal us!"
As the music played Jess stared out the window. She tried not to get too upset. Of course she was upset already, but she was trying very hard not to take things out on Abram. It was just... she was worrying so much about Floyd, whether he was alive, whether he would come after her, whether he would believe that she had willingly left him behind...
Such thoughts ate away are her mind and heart, making her cry silently. And the man in the seat beside her acted as though he didn't even care. He didn't even seem to be watching for Floyd as they sped along the road.
She wanted to scream at him to turn the damn music off. She wanted to hit him until he agreed to turn around and go back for Floyd. She wanted to run and scream and cry and hit something repeatedly all at the same time.
But she didn't. She kept silent and still. Tears flowed from her eyes like gentle rain as she kept her head turned away from Abram.
Floyd... she thought. Please know that I didn't want to leave you... please come back to me... come for me....
She brushed her hair out of her face and the action caused her gaze to turn upward. Her eyes widened.
"Abram," she said, her voice a little hoarse from crying so she cleared her throat before speaking again. "Abram," she repeated, clearer this time. "Look. There's smoke coming from somewhere. It's too much to be a campfire, isn't it?" she asked, pointing. "Maybe it's Floyd," she exclaimed excitedly. "Maybe he's trying to signal us!"
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