Laura Smith (compartmented) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-01-08 21:49:00 |
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Her iPod was playing in the background, the music coming from her earbuds slung around her neck and dangling over her right shoulder. It was just loud enough to make the silence of the greenhouse less oppressing, but not loud enough to break the calming atmosphere. From a young age, the smell of ozone and growing things always put her at ease. Not that she had an abundance of worries right now. Illness was a normal part of living in such small spaces as this, so she was trying not to worry too much about it. The medics were on top of things it seemed thus far. And there were only a few cases despite the flu-virus-things best attempts to turn into an epidemic. So Laura wasn’t worried not yet. Not even with Rae announcing she would be taking a few days off. Things happened and that was okay. She was just going to relax for a little while before she had to wrangle the kitchen back into order for dinner. It wasn’t nearly as easy as it looked when she was alone. At least one prepper decided that with Rae’s absence and a couple other’s having sniffles they could bail midway through lunch. She didn’t expect to see them again until whatever was going around died a fiery death. Settling on the edge of one of the plant beds, Laura brushed her fingers lightly over the growing stems and leaves. She’d always wanted to understand gardening but it was something she never had the knack for. Everything she planted withered and died regardless of the tender, love, and care she put into it. A few minutes peace was all she needed before getting back to her usual duties around the colony. |